Day One: Spanking

“

Yuri

,” Victor drawls, the tone of his voice alone getting Yuri hard, “you've been bad.”

Yuuri hums in agreement, a soft hand stroking Yuri's cheek. “Victor is right. You

have

been bad.”

“Quite naughty,” Victor quips.

Yuri's eyes dart between the two of them, tongue running over his already moistened lips. “What will you do with me, then?” He asks cautiously, submissively.

Victor leans down far enough that his lips hover just over Yuri's, his breath ghosting the younger Russian’s mouth. His fingers brush the bottom of Yuri's chin, tilting his face up until their eyes lock, ice with viridian.

“I think,” Victor murmurs, “we ought to give you a good spanking.”

Yuri's breath hitches, and it takes him a moment to properly exhale. “Yes, Victor.”

“How many do you think, Yuuri?”

Yuuri hums quietly, eyes shifting between his lovers before settling on Yuri to speak. “Five from each of us,” he affirms.

Victor pinches the fabric of Yuri's sweatshirt with his thumb and forefinger, jerking the fabric playfully. “Undress, then. I want every inch of clothing gone.”

Yuri obeys mindlessly, standing and pulling off his sweatshirt. The eyes of the older men rake over him hungrily as he pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it onto the bed. Yuuri licks his lips as Yuri reaches for the zipper of his jeans, making a good show of shimmying out of them. He is then left in nothing but his boxer briefs, his erection painfully obvious to his lovers.

Victor clicks his tongue disapprovingly, shaking his head. Synchronized as always, Yuuri reaches out and strokes Yuri's clothed arousal as Victor chastises, “look at you, Yuri. Rock hard before even being touched.”

Yuri can't help the throaty moan that escapes as Yuuri pulls his hand away, leaving Yuri craving more. “Underwear off,” Yuuri commands.

Yuri slips his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, sliding them down and kicking them off with his feet. “I've undressed,” he informs them through fluttering lashes, tilting his head in the way he

knows

makes them squirm.

Victor draws in a sharp breath, motioning for Yuuri to sit down on the bed. He does so, patting his own thighs as an invitation; one that Yuri accepts eagerly. He drapes his naked frame over Yuuri's knees, ass exposed and ready for his punishment. A gentle hand rubs his left cheek, soothing and tender.

As soon as the hand is removed, it comes back down;

hard

. Yuri moans unchastely, not missing the erratic way Yuuri's breath sounds as he murmurs, “one.”

“One,” Yuri repeats.

“Count out loud, Yuri,” Victor commands, his voice booming from somewhere out of Yuri's line of vision.

“Two!” Yuri squeaks as Yuuri smacks him again on the same cheek. It stings, it burns. Yuri

loves

it.

The hand comes down once more, Yuri's groan and Yuuri's heavy breathing the only sounds accompanying the harsh slap of skin against skin. “Three!”

This time, Yuuri strikes the right cheek. “Four!” Yuri moans as fresh skin gets its first hint of sting.

“Five!” Yuri gasps, the fifth smack landing on his right cheek, as well.

Gentle hands touch his waist from behind, helping him to stand up. Yuuri moves off the bed, and Victor sits down, pulling Yuri onto his lap upright, to sit like a child would. “Ready for round two? You know my hand is heavier than Yuuri's.”

Yuri nods eagerly, keening when Victor places a tender kiss on his cheek. He then slips back into his role, grabbing Yuri and flipping him without warning. Draped over Victor's knee, Yuri relaxes as his strong hand brushes over his already sore cheeks.

“You will count aloud for me,” Victor asserts.

“Yes, Vi-” Victor slaps his entire ass, his hand coming down with no mercy. “Ah-one!”

It's instantaneous, his hand smacking Yuri's right cheek, next. “Two!”

Victor's hard on is pressing into Yuri's stomach, doing nothing to curb his own arousal. “Three!” Yuri gasps, his left cheek feeling the sting of Victor's touch.

“Four!” This time, the right once again.

Yuri braces himself, knowing that Victor likes to finish strong. Yuri calls out the older Russian’s name as his hand makes contact for the last time, both of his asscheeks burning, the touch radiating down to the backs of Yuri's thighs. “Victor-ah-fuck! Five!”

Yuri goes limp, hardly aware of being pulled into a set of arms. No, it isn't just one set. There are four arms wrapped around him, two mouths pressing onto every inch of skin that they can reach. Yuri smiles, knowing the fun has just begun.