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Jun escaped from the arena as the booming voice announced the medallists. 0.98 points was so close to a medal it almost stung. He smiled for Mikhail and Shun, genuinely happy for their success, but a tiny part of him was bitter and angry. As much as he tried to shove it down, it tasted like a bitter headache tablet partially dissolved. He spoke to the Korean media, promising that this wouldn’t be his last Olympics, before he finally slipped away and snuck into the back of one of the buses. The media would be busy with all the medalists for a while, so he could escape undiscovered. Not wanting a rant, he sent a quick message to his coach saying that he was tired and wanted to get some rest. She sent him back a thumbs up emoji, understanding what was going through his mind. He was about to shove his phone into his pocket when it vibrated with another message.
Hyung-yu: Junnieeeeeeeee
Hyung-yu: You did so well! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Hyung-yu: Quad toe is a snake though
Hyung-yu: Shame about the fourth. You okay?
Jun blinked. Why was Yuzuru messaging him? Wasn’t he busy travelling across Japan showing them what proper skating looked like, rather than the jumping show he apparently competed in?
Hyung-yu: Fourth is worse than silver. Javi had it, I had it, now you have it (╥﹏╥)
Jun smiled a little, playing with the edges of his phone case, before he typed back.
Junnie: Didn’t you say silver is worse than death? How can fourth be worse than death?
Hyung-yu: More painful death. Very sad
Jun, despite himself, chuckled.
Junnie: Well, I’m fine. Going to eat some ramen in my room and wallow in pity after missing a medal :(
Hyung-yu: Orrrrrrrrrrrrr
Jun’s stomach did a quad flip. That tone in texting meant only one thing: Yuzuru was planning something. Something that made his heart flutter, and blood start moving.
Junnie: Or?
Hyung-yu: Well, decide when you get to your room
The bubbles disappeared at the bottom, and Jun couldn’t stop the fluttering in his chest. Yuzuru had done something, and he willed the bus to break every speed limit back to the Olympic village so that he could see what had happened. The bus, after what felt like an age, finally pulled in and let the athletes off. Jun climbed off and collected his suitcase, willing himself to walk normally back to his room and not to sprint. Very calmly he walked and unlocked his room with his keycard.
“Hello, Champion of my heart.”
Jun nearly jumped out of his skin. Sitting on his bed, as if he was the king of the world (which, in figure skating, he still was), was Yuzuru Hanyu. Yuzuru was in a sleek black suit with the shirt unbuttoned a bit too far, exposing his signature necklaces and his elegant neck and collarbones. He sat leaning back on his arms, and looked Jun up and down.
“Yuzu?” Jun finally managed to get out when he could speak. “How did you get into my room?”
“Picked the lock. It was easy.” Yuzuru shifted his legs, and Jun fought to not look at his crotch. “Thought you deserved a little gift after being the best skater tonight, who deserved Olympic silver.” He held out a gift box to Jun.
Jun shrugged off his team Korea jacket and took the gift box. With a little smile, he undid the bow on the top and let the red ribbon fall. Yuzuru got up off the bed like a cat, collecting the ribbon, and playing with it with his fingers, as Jun opened the box.
“I’m sure it still fits,” Yuzuru purred as he stood behind Jun, delicate fingers tracing featherlight touches over his neck and collarbones.
“Oh hyung,” Jun breathed as he held out the box, letting Yuzuru take the sleek black collar out and put it on him. He tilted his head back, letting Yuzuru have full access to his neck, and the older smiled.
“You look so pretty like this,” Yuzuru whispered into his ear. “Now,” he ran his fingers up and down Jun’s arms, “let’s get some of these off. I have another gift for you.”
“More presents?” Jun blinked his big brown eyes as he pulled off his black top and his Team Korea sweatpants. Yuzuru traced his eyes and down Jun’s figure, fingertips playing with the waistband of Jun’s underwear.
“Oh yes,” Yuzuru stopped circling the other and reached for the other box that was still lying forgotten on the bed. “You can put them on now.”
Jun chuckled to himself and took the box. “I think I should go to the bathroom, no?”
“If you want to,” Yuzuru pressed a kiss to Jun’s collarbone and patted him on the ass lightly. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
Yuzuru lounged on the bed, still wearing his black suit with the partially unbuttoned shirt. He watched the locked bathroom door, using every ounce of his inner strength to hold himself from ripping the door open and ravaging Jun then and there. The door finally clicked, and Yuzuru perked his head up.
Jun was stunning. Yuzuru had spoken to his costume designer and got his exact measurements. The black lace bodysuit clung to him like a second skin, with a corset style middle that had been laced up. Yuzuru’s eyes raked over him and he stood, approaching Jun almost like a predator. Jun was taller, but it felt like Yuzuru towered over him as the older raised his hands and cupped Jun’s waist.
“You look beautiful,” Yuzuru nipped at his neck just below the black collar. “Get on the bed.”
They pulled the duvet off, leaving just the sheets, and Jun lay down. The black of his hair, his lace, his collar, stood out against the white of the sheets, and the creamy pale of his skin. Yuzuru looked down at him, taking in every inch of beauty.
“I think I should punish you before I reward you,” Yuzuru said finally, stalking over to his own suitcase. “Roll over onto your front. On all fours.”
Jun rolled up and Yuzuru returned from his case. “You had no idea how many strings I had to pull to get this into the Olympic village.”
Jun tried to look back but Yuzuru pushed his head. “Keep looking forward. Do I need to get the leash?”
Jun shivered. “Oh God– I–”
Yuzuru laughed. “I have it with me. We’ll decide depending on how your punishment goes.” Jun heard something swipe the air, then against Yuzuru’s hand to test the strength. “I think nine strikes. Since you lost a medal by 0.98 points. Or should we make it nine and eight, for seventeen?”
“Seventeen,” Jun breathed out, and Yuzuru placed a hand on his ass.
“You tell me if this gets too much, okay?”
“Of course.”
The riding crop left a bite on Jun’s ass and the younger let out a squeak. Yuzuru smiled to himself and rained more down, enjoying the noises that Jun made as they got to seventeen spanks. Once it was over, Yuzuru tossed aside the crop and stroked his soft fingers over Jun’s warm ass, enjoying the redness and the kisses left behind by the crop.
“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” Yuzuru whispered between kisses down the length of Jun’s spine. “So needy and ready for me. So willing to accept whatever I give you.”
“Yuzuru,” Jun panted, and Yuzuru pulled away from him entirely. “Yuzu–”
Yuzuru clipped the black leash to Jun’s collar and tugged, choking him very lightly. “You know what you should call me.”
“Hyung,” Jun breathed out, and Yuzuru let the leash relax.
“Good,” Yuzuru let go of the leash and took off his suit jacket. It slipped off the bed and onto the floor, and Yuzuru went to undo his shirt.
“Leave it,” Jun requested quietly. “I like it, you with your shirt and suit mostly on.”
Yuzuru raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Please. I feel…”
“I know,” Yuzuru leaned down and kissed Jun’s lips, nipping the younger’s bottom lip. “You don’t have to explain. And tell me what feels good and what doesn’t feel good.”
“I will,” Jun offered up the end of the leash with a little wiggle of his eyebrows. “Go on, hyung.”
Yuzuru took the leash and knelt on the bed beside him. He pulled and smirked as Jun choked lightly, following the leash. Yuzuru laced his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots and dragging his nails slightly to make the other whine.
“Now what to do with you,” Yuzuru looked down at him. “I suppose I should reward you for being the best skater by far.” He let go of Jun’s hair and cupped his chin instead, thumb running over Jun’s plush lips. “These are beautiful. I know they look even more beautiful covered in my cum.”
Jun’s eyes fluttered and Yuzuru grinned. “But then again, I suppose I should be treating you, making sure that you enjoy yourself.”
“I would enjoy it,” Jun blinked up at him. “Whatever you want, I want to do it.”
Yuzuru let go of Jun’s face and his grip tightened on the leash. “Lie down.”
Jun lay on his back, squirming, and Yuzuru traced his fingers over the elegant lace. The flush on Jun’s cheeks, the black, and his pale skin, they all came together in a painting of pure sensation. His fingers slid down, pulling on the corset laces before they continued, down and down and down.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Yuzuru told him. “I would bottle you up and keep you like this forever.”
Before Jun had a chance to reply, Yuzuru smirked and pressed his lips to the junction of Jun’s neck and shoulder. He bit down as he blindly reached for the bottle of lube and coated his fingers. He pushed aside the lace and started to finger the younger, enjoying the squeaks and whines that he was making. Jun squirmed, and Yuzuru held him down with one hand.
“I love it when you sing for me.”
“Hyung,” Jun gasped as Yuzuru worked him open. With his sleeves pulled up, he looked like a CEO or a businessman, and Jun felt so beautifully exposed. “Hyung, please, please fuck me.”
Yuzuru pulled back to unbutton his trousers and push them down, and Jun whined at the loss. “I haven’t slept with anyone else except for you. Do you want–”
“They ran out of condoms anyway, “Jun could barely breathe. “I haven’t, not with anyone except you. Please, Yuzuru. Please.”
“Alright,” Yuzuru leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, as he lubed himself up. “I’ll go slow until you’re comfortable. Okay?”
Jun nodded, eyes going big and wide as Yuzuru slowly slid in. He whined, head tipping backwards, as Yuzuru bottomed out. He was so painfully hard himself in the lace bodysuit, and Yuzuru hadn’t even looked at his cock. Yuzuru filled him up so well, and Jun held onto Yuzuru’s shoulders for dear life. The older laid him back and held him close, fucking into him slowly before he increased the pace.
“Fuck,” Jun gasped out, head falling back in a show of ecstasy. “H-hyung, so good.”
“Oh yeah?” Yuzuru pulled out. Jun gave him a whine, and Yuzuru tugged on the leash a little. “On your knees.”
Jun scrambled to get onto his knees and, as Yuzuru pulled on the leash, he arched his back to let his ass up. Yuzuru played with his hole, pushing the lace aside, before he pushed his cock back in. Jun wailed, and Yuzuru held Jun’s hips with one hand and the leash with the other.
“So pretty,” Yuzuru whispered to him. “So beautiful. You’re gorgeous when you’re on your knees for me.”
He kept thrusting as Jun whined and gasped under him. He went to bury his face in the pillow but Yuzuru kept a strong hand on the leash, forcing him to keep his back arched. Yuzuru leaned down, enjoying his own flexibility, and he kissed the back of Jun’s neck.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You!” Jun gasped. “You, please, please give me your cock, hyung. Please!”
Yuzuru let go of the leash and held both of Jun’s hips. He held nothing back, and fucked into Jun with intensity and ferocity. The younger was a moaning mess, and he slumped down. Yuzuru readjusted but didn’t let up on his pace. Jun hid his face in the pillow, muffling his screams so that the speed skaters in the room next to his wouldn’t hear him. Yuzuru watched with a mix of pride and lust as Jun came, staining the black lace with the milky white. Yuzuru chased his own pleasure, fucking Jun through his orgasm, before he pulled out and came, painting the other’s back as well. Without Yuzuru’s support, Jun slumped down in a whining mess. Yuzuru climbed off the bed and, with his phone, he took several photographs, enjoying how well his camera captured Jun’s red-flushed ass, painted in black lace.
“You won’t do anything with those photos, right?” Jun mumbled to himself as he rolled onto his back. Yuzuru loosened the strings on the lace.
“Of course I won’t. You know I won’t.” Yuzuru tugged the lace shoulders down. “Let’s get this off.”
Jun let Yuzuru move him around, and wiggled out of the bodysuit. Yuzuru dipped into the bathroom and got a warm towel. He cleaned Jun up and unclipped the leash, tossing it back over to his suitcase, which was in the corner next to Jun’s. He took off his own clothes, finally, and climbed into bed behind Jun.
“Comfy,” Jun rolled over so he was face to face with the older. Yuzuru grinned at him, fingers trailing over Jun’s jawbone.
“Well done Junnie,” Yuzuru kissed him sweetly, lightly. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
“I’ll order some room service for you.”
“In a bit,” Jun snuggled down and cuddled up to Yuzuru. “First we cuddle.”
Yuzuru stroked his hair and pressed kisses to the top of Jun’s head. “First we cuddle.”