Yuri on Ice Oneshots

Heat [18+]

"Fuck.."

Yuuri stepped toward his dorm room, his body trembling. He held onto the wall, his large zip-up hoodie almost off his shoulders. He was glad that he unzipped his hoodie or else he might've gone crazy due to the heat. He could feel the urge to grind against something, which was nearly taking over his body. He banged gently on the door, not having enough strength to open it. A few seconds later, he was met with Phichit, whose eyes widened the moment he could inhale in Yuuri's scent.

"Yuuri..?!"

"Let.. me in... hurry, Phichit...." he muttered.

Phichit placed his hand around his back. Suddenly, Yuuri let out a groan, causing Phichit jolt slightly, a large blush covering his cheeks.

"Are.. you okay?"

"Sorry... I'm okay..."

Phichit held Yuuri close to him, bringing him to Yuuri's bed. Yuuri collapsed onto his bed, clasping onto the bedsheets. His gentle panting slightly aroused the confused Thai man. His heat was beginning to affect him.

"Do you want me to remove your jacket?" he said, "You seem to be... sweating a lot."

"P-Please... It's.. so hot." Yuuri said as he slowly sat up.

Phichit couldn't help but blush from the sight of his roommate's weakened state. Phichit slowly reached to Yuuri's hoodie, which drooped from his shoulders. His arms held crossed onto his jacket, his gentle hands trembling as he held onto the zipper. Phichit grabbed onto the sleeve and slowly began to take it off. Yuuri suddenly jolted.

"Mhn...!"

As if completely melting in the heat, Yuuri's arms gave out and he cowered his head down.

"Phichit... Phichit... It's so hot..."

'Oh god, why is this happening to me...?' Phichit blushed, still holding onto the sleeve.

"Sorry..I'll take off your sweater."

Phichit took off his sweater, Yuuri fumbling and twitching. Phichit was at loss of words. When was he ever so... submissive and... sexy?

"A-Are you okay-- ah!"

Yuuri suddenly grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to the edge on the bed. Phichit was slowly losing his sanity. Anything more will make him lose control of his actions. Yuuri began kissing his neck, leaving marks. Phichit felt the blood rush to his head and he felt the sanity leave his body.

"Yuuri..! God, you're just too much, damn it..!!"

Phichit promised himself that he wouldn't do anything and be gentle with him no matter the circumstances, but Yuuri's constant kisses and touching made him want to break his promises.

"Please, Phichit... I want you..." he moaned, "I want this... Hurry, Phichit..."

Phichit hesitately kissed his neck, then trailing to his shoulder. Yuuri let out a groan, feeling extremely pleased. Phichit stopped to take off his shirt, exposing his muscles and abs. Yuuri drooled at the sight.

Yuuri pulled in for a kiss. Phichit ran his hands under Yuuri's shirt, his fingertips gliding over his waist and abdomen. Yuuri had laid back down, Phichit being completely in control of what was happening. Yuuri was moaning out his name, which aroused Phichit more than he expected.

"You're... beautiful."

Phichit stripped Yuuri, head to toe. Yuuri was overly sensitive and he couldn't help but squirm when Phichit touched him. As they kissed, Yuuri wrapped his bare legs around Phichit's waist. He was begging Phichit to hurry, making Phichit slightly more aroused due to the situation.