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Day 4 of #OmoSummer2023 

(THIS FIC CONTAINS PISS. DON’T LIKE DON’T READ)

There's no better way than to spend a spring day in Japan then a hanami or flower viewing party. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in Hatsetsu and Vitkor has been staying with Yuuri at the onsen hotel for a few months in preparation for their wedding in the summer. The skating duo is inviting all their close friends and family for a Honeymoon/ Wedding/Tropical getaway to Okinawa, to not only celebrate their nuptials but to officially have one last hurrah before Viktor retires from skating and to kick off Yuuri’s last season as a skater before becoming a coach himself. 

Today however, It's still spring, the wedding preparations are being handled by Minako-san, Leaving Viktor and Yuuri to enjoy their time together during the off season, basking in their last few months as boyfriends and not husbands. 

The day has brought them to Dobutsu Koen, a park that welcomes pets of all kinds, usually a dog but the rare cat and bunny on a leash isn't an uncommon spot. The cherry blossoms in this park have always been Yuuri’s favorite. Growing up he would always spend hours reading and relaxing when he wasn't on the ice under these trees. So he knew he had to bring Viktor here while he was in Japan. 

Yuuri has had a lot of things that Viktor absolutely had to do while in Japan, and he seems to be trying to cram them all into one day for some reason unbeknownst to Viktor. The morning started off adorable, With Yuuri beginning him a huge, traditional japanese breakfast in bed. They both sat and fed each other, basking in the morning sunlight. After, they showered together and had a morning soak in the hot springs. Immediately after drying off, Yuuri pretty much dressed Viktor and had him out the door onto their first venture of the day, A tea house just outside the city. 

On the bus to said tea house is when Viktor first noticed the major flaw in Yuuri being by his side since waking up, He didn't get a chance to take his morning pee. Even while brushing his teeth, the activity he usually does before relieving himself, Yuuri was right by his side. The whole ride there, he was eager to get to the tea house and use their restroom, so he could stop worrying about the low nagging in his lower half and enjoy the seemingly jam packed day with his fiance. 

“Viktor! You have to try their hibiscus matcha latte! It was my own concoction I used to get as a kid and when I started skating professionally they made it an official menu item!” Yuuri hurriedly pulled Viktor into the store, not giving him a chance to excuse himself. He gave into Yuuri’s grasp deciding he can wait till after they order and get their drinks. 

They order their drinks, Viktor is taken away by how delicious Yuuri’s custom drink is and mindlessly sips at it over the half hour while they sit and talk about Yuuri’s childhood. By the time Yuuri is ready to head to their next destination, Viktor had finished the entire latte. He did manage to excuse himself from Yuuri to find the bathroom when the owner of the shop asked for a picture with him to print out and stick on the menu next to the drinks. 

Viktor turned the corner where the restroom was located and was eager to pop inside, He was halted by a yellow wet floor sign blocking the entire hallway, along with an out of order sign taped to the door to the single stall restroom. Viktor stood in shock for a second, not sure what to do. He really does have to go, but if the bathroom is out of order, there is nothing he can do. He makes due with standing still for a moment, crossing his legs tightly before making his way back out to an eagerly awaiting Yuuri to head to their next destination. 

Of course it's a wine tasting. A vineyard. One of the only Italian style Vineyards in all of Japan that just so happened to be the place where Yuur’s mom proposed to his dad. Yes that is right, she proposed to him. Viktor was shocked to hear this from Yuuri’s as they walked around getting a tour of all of the different types of grapes growing. Viktor was thankful that while they kept moving, he could easily disguise his mild squirming as they walked on the uneven terrain, when they were brought to an outside terrace, lined with blooming Wisteria plants.

They were seated at a bar, with a few other couples. Viktor takes note that they aren't the only same-sex couple in the row, two women are seated a few couples down from them. He smiles, Japan is very different then Russia. The main difference Viktor is focused on now is how Japan apparently has a major lack of public restrooms, as this outside terrace has no restroom in sight. 

“This is the wine they had at my moms wedding! I order us full glasses of it, and samples of all the others they offer so maybe we can pick one for our wedding.” Yuuri explains as the waitress drops the tray of drinks off at their side of the bar. Viktor swallows down his need, deciding to focus all of his attention on picking a wine for their wedding, something Yuuri is clearly passionate about. 

“Ooh this one is good too! Try this one!” Yuuri hiccups, Viktor laughs, they both decide spitting out the wine after tasting it doesn't feel right, so they are drinking all of it and the slight tipsiness is making everything taste the same at this point. 

“I like the one your parents choose, my love, it's sweet just like you, maybe that's why you're so sweet.” Viktor leans forward and kisses Yuuri, his belt being at the perfect angle to put major pressure on his bladder. He winces at the reminder that he still needs to pee, and the tea and now multiple small glasses of wine making themselves comfortable in his bladder is making him anything but comfortable. 

“Yuuri-” Viktor is about to speak up but Yuuri starts talking before he can express his need. 

“Come on, it's gonna start getting chilly and I wanna stop by the conbini and get the food for the Hanami!” Viktor is paying for their wine tasting and being ushered out the door before he can even realize just how desperate he is from the change of gravity. 

The conbini has no bathroom for the public, they never do. Luckily, Yuuri lets him wait outside to grab their food, leaving him to wiggle about however he pleases to keep his need at bay. He is still a little tipsy from the wine, so he is not really feeling embarrassed by his obvious potty dance visible to the various onlookers. Yuuri exits the conbini excited to announce he got more booze for their picnic, and so many snacks. 

They got to the park and layed out their tarp, topping it off with a plush green and white checkered throw blanket for added comfort. Though at this point, nothing could bring comfort to Victor besides emptying the massive swollen organ currently filling up his insides

“Try this love!” Yuuri was shoving a bite of something filled with shrimp and mayonnaise into his mouth, he smiled as he ate, enjoying being fed by the love of his life, but annoyed he couldn't fully enjoy the moment because of his need, he decided then he needed to speak up. 

“Yuu-” 

“We got here at the perfect time, look how crowded it's getting, we're lucky we got this spot.” Yuuri once again cuts Viktor off. Viktor looks around and there are quite a lot of people now. Viktor gives up hasking, they would lose their spot and it would ruin the end of their amazing day Yuuri planned. Viktor swallows hard, choosing to sit on his legs and crush his member between his thighs to keep his composure. 

Said composer lasts all of thirty minutes when more alcohol is opened and he is feeling his previous buzz come back full circle. He never drank a lot during his active skating years so he is rather light weight, and the alcohol in japan doesn't taste bad like in russia so it's easy to down it rather quickly. He is wiggly now, uncomfortably so and Yuuri seems to notice. 

“You okay, babe?” Yuuri places a hand on Viktors thigh, he tenses, and then realizes Yuuri can probably feel how tight he has his legs pushed together. He lets his muscles loose, trying to look as normal as possible while nodding, but when he does, a sharp burst of wetness shocks him into hunched over position, his hands, that he has been trying too hard to keep busy, shoot to hold himself. 

“Viktor???” Yuuri is scooted over to his side the second he lets out a groan. The younger japanese man not knowing what's wrong with his fiance, Viktor can hear the concern in his voice. 

“I’m okay, I just have to pee.” Viktor says he tries to sound normal but his voice comes out in a croak. All his muscles are taught, even his vocal cords while he waits for this course of desperation to pass. 

“Oh that god! I was worried you were sick. Come on, let's go find a bathroom. I gotta go too.” Viktor feels Yuuri’s hand move from his thigh for a moment as the blanket shifts under them, to the small hand being held out for him to grab ahold of. Not feeling like the current wave is passed at all, he hesitantly lets one of his hands leave his crotch to be hoisted up, 

Immediate regret. The second he goes to stand up, a gush of piss wets his boxers, it's long and hard and audible to Yuuri. Viktor instinctively slams himself back down into the picnic blanket and resumes the position with both hands holding his now damp crotch. Viktor just looks up at Yuuri with tears in his eyes. 

“Hey hey! It's okay. Did you wait too long?” Yuuri is at his side sitting on the blanket once again, this time both hands are on his shoulders, massaging them gently. 

“I-I can't move. I already started-” Viktor can't even say the words. 

“Oh, baby.” Yuuri leans over and places a kiss on Viktor's cheek “if you already started then…”  Viktor is surprised Yuuri’s lips didn't get burned from how hot his cheeks for from the suggestion. 

“I can't, love, we're in public and I- nghhh” Viktor leans forward, another leak escaping him, this time, it shows on his pants outside of his hands. He looks down in a panic. 

“It's okay. We will stay here until your pants are dry enough that nobody will know. The blanket will soak it all up.” Yuuri’s words are nonsense in Viktors ears, peeing himself? He is a grown man. He hasn't wet himself this publicly since the one time during practice he fell wrong and wet himself, and only Yakov was there to witness that. 

Viktor doesn't have a choice in the matter, as another leak escapes him, this time, it doesn’t stop, 

“Sit criss cross, that way only your bum will get wet.” Yuuri seems to notice the wetness spreading beneath viktor hands and the older skater lets his legs fall into the instructed position, Yuuri moves and grabs one of his hands, and that's it, 

Viktor sits and stares down at his lap in horror as he feels the damn break, hot, steaming piss spattering hard against the inside of his jeans before rolling down his thighs and pooling at his ass. He can hear the hiss of how forcefully he is peeing, and he hopes Yuuri can’t, but likely, Yuuri is the only one who can, considering he is sitting beside Viktor, rubbing his back as he wets himself in the middle of a crowded park. 

The feeling of relief as he finally starts to feel the pain subside is short lived, when shame overcomes him. Feeling just how wet his pants already are, while there is still an ocean spilling out of him makes him feel disgusting. 

“I’m sorry.” He chokes, still peeing, but not being able to keep his emotion in. “I ruined our date because I forgot to go this morning, I should have been able to hold it.” Viktor cries, feeling the cooling sensation of his piss makes him realize he is finally empty. He couldn't even tell because the pain from holding it is still in his mid-section. 

“This morning?! Viktor- Why didn't you say anything?” Yuuri whispers pulling Viktor into an embrace, 

“Stop, I'll get pee on you!” Viktor tries to pull away, but Yuuri does let him, 

“I don't care, come here. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention to your needs.” Viktor melts into Yuuri's embrace, feeling the warmth of his husband that he loves so much. 

“So you still want to marry me?” Viktor pulls away with a sad look on his face. 

“Viktor!” Yuuri slaps him on the shoulder playfully, “of course I do what would you even ask that?” Yuuri pulls back and looks at him curiously, 

“We both haven't been to the toilet and…I couldn't hold it. I’m weak, I'm broken. I’d understand if you didn't want to be with someone who can't even keep their pants dry for a dat-'' Viktor is cut off by a new, warm wetness seeping into the blanket, but this time not below him, but next to him.