Hey, it feels like ages since I've posted anything on fanfiction --or thought about it-- so I'm making a comeback with this fic. I apologize if everything isn't perfect, I am a little rusty. Reviews needed. Comments. Suggestions. Things I can improve. Please tell me!! Just a couple notes before we start is that it does start with a lot of sexy stuff, but as the story progresses it actually gets to be more emotional. I might not always get to update right away but I will do my best. Oh, and please keep in mind that the entire thing is in Yuri's perspective unless otherwise stated. Enjoy!))
Hello readers, this is Yuri Katsuki! Do you ever have those times when you really want something, but you can't have it so you try to improvise? Like if you want a specialty candy, but you can't afford it, so you buy an off-brand and make yourself think that its actually the best? I do that...a lot. Except not with candy. I do it with something much more intimate.
Ever since I began training with Victor Nikorov, my mind has become a cloud. It really spiralled off when he gave me that routine...the Eros love. Being on the ice with him as he taught it felt like a dream come true. At the same time however, it was also a chilling nightmare.
Before then I'd never really thought about having a relationship with anyone. It seemed troublesome. How could people find time for their daily life and for their sex life? I never thought I would actually think about this kind of stuff, yet here I am.
Every day I see Victor's smooth performances. The way his body moves. The way he turns his feet and seems to defy the laws of gravity. Even off the ice he's like a god. He looks beautiful for a man. His voice gives me chills. When he teases me I go crazy on the inside! He just has my heart!
But then I doubt myself. Sure he drops little teasings here and there, but I don't think he really loves me. Least not in the way I'm looking for. So since I can't have the real thing, here I am in my bed about to try and improvise. I have one heck of an imagination, which is good, and will be sure to make up for my lack of experience.
I was no stranger to sex, but it wasn't something I did often. If I did it all, it was by myself--but never before did I feel so ready than I was now.
It was dark. The family was asleep. I was alone. This was perfect. After locking the door just to be sure those 3 little triplets didn't barge in, I stripped down and laid sprawled on my bed. Nervous was an understatement of how I felt. But if this were to work I needed to calm down first.
After regaining my 'chill', I slowly moved a hand across my chest and belly. Light tickling touches. I imagined they were Victor's hands coming to caress my low body. Before I knew it, gasps escaped my mouth as my hands touched all my ticklish sensitive places. It really felt like someone elses hands.
Then with my left hand, I reached up and licked my fingers, then gently scratched my neck with those fingers. It felt like Victor's teeth scraping gently across my neck, which started to get me going.
Once I'd teased myself for a few minutes, I opened my legs. This was the difficult part. I wasn't experienced at all, but I needed this attention. Allowing myself to slip back into my imagination and carry out the actions, I imagined the Russian's soft hands wrapping around my length. Up and down. Down then up. Nothing fancy, but it felt like heaven.
I pictured Victor's breath on the back of my neck, my body actually getting chills in response the mind-created image. "Oh, Victor! D-Don't stop" I heard myself say out loud without realizing. That's when I stopped and felt my cheeks flushing bright red. I was so embarrassed at myself for acting this way. But it didn't matter. My hands- which were seen as Victor's hands- started pumping again.
After just a few more times, my body was already shivering. My stomach was tight. My cock tingling with pleasure. I was so weak.
In less than 3 minutes, I was already arching my back and cumming all over the bed. If I hadn't been holding it back a scream would've echoed through the house. My body went entirely limp afterward, and only when morning came around again did I remember; I needed to clean my bedding! I forgot to use a tissue last night and white stains were on my sheets.
Without delay I put the filthy thing in the washroom and went about my day. Today was Saturday meaning no practice, so for most of the day I just walked around listening to my tunes and getting fresh air. I tried not to think of my Russian idol, but after going home that evening, I saw Victor. The sight of his face made me feel hot inside. When he greeted me with a friendly "Good day Yuri! I hope you had fun outside today!" that made me even more hot. I excused myself from the table and went to my room.
Once in the safety of my room, I stripped down and got onto bed, unable to restrain myself. I knew it was selfish to leave the others so soon, but I couldn't help that my body reacted this way. Tonight I wanted to try a bit more teasing. Make the moment last longer. Drive myself wild with my vivid imagination. Maybe then I would feel satisfied and not get so itchy when I saw Victor again. So slowly I closed my eyes and let my mind take over.
Ah there it was. An image of Victor pushing me down onto the bed. I threw my body down to make it feel authentic. "Not too rough please" I whispered aloud. Then I mocked Victor's husky accented voice that was so different from my own. "No worries. I'll just tease you until you beg" My impression was horrible, but it was good enough. Suddenly I thought. Victor would never say something like that. But this was my fantasy, and my body accepted it.
My fingers teased at my little unimpressive nipples, but by god! The tickles of pleasure made my whole being wiggle on that bed. Little gasps already poured out. I was really this sensitive. It made me feel like a bit of a slut, but I needed it!
One of my hands dove straight toward my throbbing erection, tugging at the tip and rolling it gently in my fingers. "Oh! Not th-that...no. Leave me alone!" "Hush Yuri. Take it like a man" Yeah...even my choice of words weren't very sexy...but the idea of it being Victor's voice still drove me crazy.
"Oh my God! Victor s-stop" I whimpered as I continued to play with myself. My hips were bucking into the hand that held my most sensitive place. Faster and faster until I felt like exploding. Then quickly I squeezed my shaft--prolonging orgasm. "Do you think I'd let you go that easily?" I attempted to mock Victor again, "I might let you cum after you treat me"
This was one part I didn't know quite how to do. But then I figured something out. I took my pointer and middle fingers of my left hand and put them in my mouth, trying to picture them as Victor's cock. It was one of the harder things to imagine but while my eyes were closed, I got my mind around it. Soft moans managed to come out as I thrusted the fingers in and out; getting them wet and dripping with saliva.
As soon as my fingers were covered, I turned onto my stomach and raised my butt in the air. "Take me...take me..." I repeated quietly. It took a lot of courage for the next part, but I managed to do it. My middle finger slowly pushed into my tight hole. It hurt a little, but after letting it rest inside for a minute, it actually felt nice.
I slowly started to move it in and out, tearing moans out of my throat. "More Victor~ Do me more!" I said long and drawn out. Soon the other finger was added and my body was shivering so badly. I even started sweating big drops. But even though it felt like heaven, I didn't want this to be the way I cum. No there was something else in mind I desperately wanted to try.
I got off my bed and slipped on a loose pair of sweatpants, then gingerly opened my door to not make noise. I hurried across the hall and got an electric toothbrush along with a few hair bands from the bathroom. I was in such a hurry to get back to my room that I bumped into Victor in the hall.
"A thousand apologies" I said nervously as I continued down the hall, hoping he didn't see the toothbrush. "Kharasho. Spakoynoy nochi Yuri~!" He cooed to me before I shut the door. I believe that means "It's fine, have a good night" but even if his words were innocent, his voice made me get even more hot than I already was.
After shutting the door, I took the pants off and got on the bed. Using the hair bands, the toothbrush was banded against my length. The head of the brush was fit snug against the underside of my cock tip. Once I heard Victor's door shut, I snapped back into position with my butt in the air. Now the magic could happen.
I turned the toothbrush on and laid my arms down to the side. Instantly my whole body started to react. The vibration forced me to move my hips so roughly I didn't even know I could do it. The hard part was making sure my volume didn't go out of hand. At this rate it is very easy to moan so loud that the entire building hears.
As my hips continued bucking, I put my face snug to my pillow. If I did cry out by accident, at least the whole world couldn't hear it. The strong feeling winding in my stomach just got stronger until finally I couldn't hold back.
My cum covered the sheets under me as unearthly moans were muffled in the pillow. I hoped to god nobody could hear me.
After a minute or two I reached down and tried to turn the vibrations off. Even after my orgasm though, my hips still bucked wildly, making it hard to turn the thing off. Once I did, my whole being slumped down. It was so relaxed that even turning over was impossible. So there my body laid and I fell asleep right there. That was something I might regret.