Hey, guys, Big Diesel here. Since I have explored many different themes in my writings, I have decided to do another attempt with Yuri! on Ice. Unlike my previous story that has drama/suspense, this story is vanilla and lemon. Enjoy!

The Valencia was such an amazing hotel that Yuuri wouldn't have been surprised to see a stay there offered as a prize on a television game show. It was tucked away in a crescent-shaped cove with miniature villas spread out along the beach and a low-rise reception area almost lost in a miniature jungle of exotic shrubs and flowers. There was a doughnut-shaped swimming pool with a bar in the inner ring and stools poking up just above the level of the water. The whole place seemed to be asleep. This was certainly true of the few guests Yuuri could see, lying motionless on sun beds.

Yuuri closed the curtains, allowing the darkness to set in the hotel room. He turned around to see Victor lying on his back. He smiled as he saw his better Russian half trying to catch a second wind. His face displayed exhaustion. Yuuri didn't blame him for it was his idea of having a brief getaway for a couple of days in the first place.

The skater walked gracefully to the bed, making room to adjust himself beside Victor. Victor didn't flinch. His hard body lied there like a implanted log, only to be moved by a force. Yuuri took sharp breaths to synchronized Victor's breathing. The moment he felt it was right, he was going to join him on his chest. He saw the opportunity and lied himself against him.

Victor felt the familiar presence, only releasing a smile when feeling him lying on his chest. Feeling his warmth, his breath hovering only his hand made him think that this getaway was worth it. He grabbed his hand, rubbing through the hair of his little piglet. Victor felt Yuuri's lips kissing his chest, confirming the approval of his touching.

"Victor," asked Yuuri faintly, whispering to not disturb him, but at the same time acknowledging his presence.

"Hey, what is it, dear," replied Victor as he began yawning. He didn't want to be tired. He had just spent the day preparing for their trip to America. Victor had a contact in Los Angeles who was interested in doing a celebrity charity benefit. Since Yuuri was a up-and-coming face, Victor's contact hoped that he can make his presence known at the charity benefit. Also, the contact had a private skating rink to showcase his skills. So in Victor's mind, it was a win-win.

Victor negated those thoughts after Yuuri placed his chin on his sternum. "I know you have been working hard over these last couple of days. I wanted this time off for us to relax, let out some steam, you know."

Victor released a toothy grin. "I can't quite say I have been working hard comparing to the likes of you." He leaned over to kiss his forehead. "No, no, seriously. Thank you for this! It doesn't hurt to get away." He lied back down on his pillow, trying to get some rest. However, feeling Yuuri's softness, he knew that he wanted more. It was confirmed as he felt his head trailing away from his chest.

His cheeks flushed when hearing Yuuri removing his belt. He let out a slight groan when feeling Yuuri unbuttoning his pants, pulling his dick out in the process. "Yuuri, what's…" He was interrupted Yuuri kissed his thigh. "Shh! Relax, sweetie. I don't want you to do anything right now. Continue to lie down for me. I just want to make you feel good. If you are still tired, just close your eyes and rest." Victor felt his dick entering the moist cavern of Yuuri's mouth. He shivered when he felt the blood draining into his once flaccid dick. Yuuri released it, licking the tip while gripping his shaft.

"Just seeing my poor, poor Victor exhausted is making me pout," cried Yuuri. He kissed the tip, releasing his tongue around the phallus. The moment he saw his throbbing member grow, the more excited Yuuri became. "Just relax baby and let me empty your stress. Don't do anything."

Victor confirmed it by displaying a thumbs up. His breathing became ragged. He licked his lips, involuntarily thrusting his hips. Yuuri tightened his mouth so to Victor, it felt like a vacuum. Stroking his hand up and down his length below the head where Yuuri continued suckling and rolling his tongue over the slit. Then nearly swallowing him whole. The skater's nose brushed against the base, and his tongue darted out to roll it around on his sack. Throat working to control his gag reflexes, and simultaneously contracting to add incredible pressure around his entire length.

"God, Yuuri," cried Victor. "How can I get rest if you are making me feel this good?"

Yuuri withdrew his mouth from his dick, allowing the cool air to make Victor flinch. He was tickled, licking his lips as he looked up to Victor. "If I am making you feel this good, then maybe you should wake up."

Yuuri returned to licking Victor's dick, gripping gently on his balls to apply pressure. "I know you are almost there," he purred. "The cat wants the cream, my dear. Please give me the cream!"

Victor gave the final push before he released his seed. The seed spilled all over his stomach. Some got on Yuuri's hands and face. He felt the hotness of his sperm. He pulled some semen from his face. It reminded him of cobbed webs. He licked her fingertip with his sperm. He cooed and judging the expression he was making, Yuuri guessed she was approved.

"Delectable." He continued licking his contents until his fingers were wiped clean. Seeing the mess on his stomach, he came and licked the contents. Yuuri let out displaying that he was satisfied. His body language told Victor to cuddle him as he rested on his chest. Yuuri placed his hands on his chest. Victor went through his hair while Yuuri was making patterns around his chest.

Victor kissed his forehead. "I appreciate that. I really do."

"Glad I can please you, but you already know it is far from over," he purred. He stood over Victor. "We have a few days off to ourselves." He pecked him on the cheek. "And we are going to take each and every moment to satisfy ourselves."

Yuuri got up from the bed. Victor saw as he made his way to the bathroom. "I am going for a shower." He winked as he had his hand on the knob. "The next move is on you." He closed the door, leaving him alone in the room.

He needed rest. He wanted to sleep. However, he just couldn't say no to his adorable piglet. He sighed heavily as he reached for the phone. He pressed a few buttons before putting the phone around his ear. "Good evening, I am calling from Room 402. I am requesting room service. I would like to see if you have any energy drinks available."

This is going to be a long weekend.