Hi there! Hope you are feeling better, and thank you so much for creating YCPfE. Not sure if you're still accepting kink prompts, but you mentioned that Viktor waxes 8D So.. just wondering if we could get a scene where he waxes Yuuri. Thought it'd be pretty hilarious and well. Sexy. Thank you!! :3
I don’t think I’ll be able to put it in YCPfE, so here’s a little something for you:
“Are you sure about this?” Yuuri asks Victor warily as he sits on the edge of the soft table.
“It’s fine,” Victor nods with a smile. “I get it done all the time. It doesn’t hurt that much.”
Yuuri crosses his arms across his chest to cover his nipples that are peaked because of the cool air in the room. “Yeah, well, I’ve got sensitive skin,” Yuuri pouts. Victor is just as peculiar about his skin-care regimen, so Yuuri believed him when he told Yuuri that he’d enjoy the feeling of being waxed.
“It’s better for you than shaving,” He’d said.
But Yuuri is starting to get more nervous the closer it gets to having hot wax on him. Because Victor has convinced him to go all-out. Which meant he’d made an appointment for not just his chest (although, what was the point, really, since he barely had any hair on the majority of his torso), but also his… down there.
“It’ll feel so good at the end, though,” Victor says. Yuuri has the distinct feeling he’s not actually doing it for himself, but it’s for Victor. He was fine sticking to trimming and shaving, honestly. But it’s hard to say no to Victor when he brings out those puppy dog eyes he’s learned from Maccachin.
There’s a light tap on the door before a young woman enters quietly. “Hello Mr. Katsuki,” she says, closing the door behind her.
“Hello,” he nods. He’s not sure if he’d prefer his esthetician to be male or not. But since she has a special certificate to work on… well, balls, he figures that he might as well trust her.
Victor gives her a dazzling smile. “I’m Victor. I hope it’s okay for me to be here. Yuuri really wants the emotional support, you know.”
She smiles back and nods. “Sure. Okay, and if you’re ready to start, I’ll just ask you to take off your underwear, Mr. Katsuki,” she says, setting up her supplies next to the wax that’s already hot to the side of the table.
Victor, for his part, moves away and around the other side so he’s completely out of the way. Yuuri takes one last look at Victor and then at the woman before carefully stepping off the table and slipping out of his boxers.
He carefully lays down, face-up, on the table, keeping his eyes on the ceiling instead of what the woman is doing. He doesn’t really want to see the hot wax because he might chicken out. Victor just grins down at him.
After a few moments, the woman turns back to him, having everything prepped and ready. “If you’re ready, Mr. Katsuki, we’ll start.”
He doesn’t say anything, just gives a quick nod.
After doing a quick cleansing, she starts with his chest, smearing hot wax across the part with hair. The pain when she rips it off is more than he’s used to and his eyes tingle with a couple reflexive tears. He glares up at Victor, who is still grinning.
“Did you want to hold my hand?” Victor coos.
Yuuri is about to say ‘no’, but the next strip is just as painful, and he automatically moves his hand to grasp Victor’s. It hurts, but thankfully it’s a pain he can live with.
But then, once she’s finished with his chest, she moves further down. She directs his legs open so she has full access. There’s not a lot of people that have seen this part of him and he feels fairly self-conscious with a stranger peering at his bits. But Victor squeezes his hand lightly and distracts him for a moment.
There’s only so much distracting he can do, however, because as soon as the first bit is ripped off, Yuuri knows this was a bad idea. It hurts so badly. “I hate you,” he tells Victor. “You’re an asshole.”
Victor just laughs.
He was lying, the bastard. Just because he’s had it done for years and is impervious to the pain now doesn’t mean Yuuri won’t hurt.
“You owe me,” Yuuri tells him through gritted teeth after the next pull. Victor just keeps laughing.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Victor asks once they’re out of the salon and on their way home.
“It was,” Yuuri disagrees.
“It would have been better if she was nice enough to let me put the lotion on at the end,” Victor muses, finger pressed to his lips.
“I’m glad. She was efficient. You would have taken your time and I just wanted it to be over.” Yuuri tells him.
“But it feels good now, right? Nice and smooth.”
“Smooth, yes, but it still kind of hurts,” Yuuri frowns.
“I can’t wait to take a look myself,” Victor says. “Feel how smooth you are.”
That makes Yuuri look over at him. Victor’s biting his bottom lip. And suddenly understands why Victor had requested he do this.
“…I expect kisses to make it feel better,” he says.
Victor looks over at him with excitement in his eyes. “Oh. I’ll be thorough.”