The iced fire shinned on Victor's eyes. The blue almost conquered by black pupil.

Lust

Yuuri looked at his heaving chest, devoid of any clothes, both of them, for a while now.
He saw the light flush of red going up his fiance's chest till his cheeks.

Fiance. They were going to get married. It was actually happenning now.

His gold medal was resting on the bedside table, the lights of tokio shinning through the hotel's window.

He'd won. Yuuri won. And they were going to get married.
His heart leapt.

Victor was so close to him, he felt the warmth of his body caress his own. They were holding hands. The mattress dipping at their weight.

Both were sitting on their shins, facing each other.

The dark room, gleamed.

"I'm so proud of my Yuuri" said Victor, in slightly accented english. "I knew you could do it. You are so good. I love you so much"
Victor came forward, still holding Yuuri's ring hand, and kissed him deeply. Yuuri reacted inmediatly and responded with exaleration, a hand going to Victor's nape to get a better hold of him and put them closer.

Victor practically purred.

Barely separeting their mouths, Victor's voice sounded almost desperate.

"I need you, baby. Please"
Yuuri smiled
"Don't worry, vitya. I'll give it all to you"

Victor put himself further apart and Yuuri would had protested such distance if it werent for what his lover did next, stopping his tracks.

Victor lifted their conjoined fingers to his face and untangled them.

Then, slowly and without taking his eyes out of yuuri's whom was looking hypnotised to his fiance's actions, he brought his fingers to his mouth.

He kissed yuuris ring, first. Then, he went higher to the pads of his finger tips and, surprisingly (but not really; Victor was very good at foreplay afterall.) (And teasing, the little shit), he slid that and two other fingers inside his mouth.

Hot toung, soft over yuuri's skin, this, felt Victor's velvety lips around them.

And the sucking.

Yuuris heart beat faster and the tight in his groin became hard and clenched.

He let out a breathy sigh.

Victor, without changing the pace of his ministrations, put down Yuuri's fingers, now covered in saliva. There was a string, connecting his finger pads with victor's plump bottom lip. He bit his own and swallowed.

"Please," Victor's voice hoarse with desire "use these."


Thanks to Romina, for always being my inpiration there in the naughty side. I love you