70 Years of Yum (~A Phichit x Yakov Fanfiction~)

here's the story:

Phichit skates on the rink freely. Yakov, his coach watches him with an intense gaze.

"Yakov~! Did you get the video?" the boy wandered, wanting to update his Instagram.

"O-oh sorry Phichit, do it again, I-I got distracted," his coach replied, flushed.

Yakov rerecorded the video of Phichit working on his triple Lutz. He stared at him thinking about how much he wanted him. He wanted to fuck Phichit Chulanont.

Phichit skated over to the rink side, hot and sweaty from the ongoing practice. Yakov reached a hand out to wipe some sweat off, but jerked his hand back right away. What was he thinking? Phichit wasn't into him, there was no way.  Yakov prayed Phichit didn't notice the attempted gesture.

Phichit noticed Yakov's strange behaviour. He reached over for his water bottle, without knowing that he gave Yakov a clear look of his ass through his tight pants.

Yakov was beginning to sweat as much of the skater that stood in front of him. G o d d a m n was Phichit's body a sight to behold. Phichit finished drinking, then licked the excess water off his lips as he handed the bottle back to his coach. Yakov felt a tingle in his stomach as the young boy's hand grazed his ever so slightly during the exchange.

Yakov's eyes darkened as he thoroughly gazed Phichit's body up and down, closely examining his curves and edges. The way his arms flowed and the way his legs followed as he glided on the ice. The more he watched him, the more impatient he grew. Yakov looked down at the water bottle Phichit had just drunk from. Looking down, he noticed a bulge growing under his heavy pants.

Phichit wasn't dumb. He was an observant boy; he knew something was up with his coach, and he was going to find out what. "What's wrong Yakov? Your pants are looking a little tight,~" he teased.

Yakov blushed out of embarrassment. He tried to hide it with a straight face, but he knew Phichit could see right through him. Phichit smiled and leaned over the ledge; the only thing separating them. His eyes traveled down Yakov's chest, all the way down to where his tightening boner formed. He quickly looked back at Yakov and smirked, extending out his arm to gently stroke his large, 70 year old dick through his pants.

Yakov gasped, his dick becoming harder by the minute. 'This is wrong,' he thought to himself. Phichit was only 20, but his hands moved expertly against Yakov's cock like he had years of experience.

"I think I'm done practice for the day, sir. It's quite late and everyone else has gone home. Come to the changing room with me though, it's been awhile since we've done off-ice training," Phichit said with a wink, removing his hand from his coach's old ass dick and skating to the rink's exit.

Yakov watched Phichit rush off to the change room; he let out a breath he didn't know he had held in. He noticed that his breathing has quickened and he can hear his heartbeat as it pounded through the thick jacket he was wore. He looked down and tried to calm himself, but no matter how hard he tried to think of his mother naked, he would still get harder and harder because the thought of Phichit's body was burned into his mind. Yakov shook his head and eagerly entered the change room without thinking.

Phichit was innocently untying his skates, and Yakov was both slightly relieved and a bit confused. Maybe Phichit really did just want to do some off-ice training?

"Yakov," Phichit mewled as he kicked off his last skate, inching closer to his coach. "Do you think dirty thoughts about all your skaters, hm?" A hand trailed up Yakov's arm. "How far have you gone with them? I bet Vitya has never made you feel as good as I can~" Phichit finished with a hand unzipping his coach's thick pants.