It was always hard to find free time these days. Between work and the attempt to maintain a social life, Yuuri Katsuki was afraid he was going to burn out at the ripe age of twenty-seven. In order to keep a grip on any semblance of his sanity, as well as hold onto his ever fading youth, Yuuri would make a point of going "out on the town" as often as possible. Sometimes he would go with friends, other times, like tonight, he would be alone. It didn't bother him. At his age, he was used to a few arguably low-key nights at his favorite spots, with or without the company of friends.
Tonight he decided to go to his favorite bar in what he had grown to call "the rainbow district". It was simply one block in the city that just happened to have several gay bars on it; four in total. His favorite, The Green Door, carried a lot of nostalgia. Not only was it the first gay bar he had ever gone to, but it had everything someone his style could ask for. A large, consistently busy dance floor, and a well-maned bar were always top priority. But Yuuri's favorite part was that it wasn't themed. For some reason, unbeknownst to the asian man, the gays in this city just loved putting a theme to everything; be it drag queen, leather, or, heaven forbid, neon. The Green Door, however, was just a simple nightclub, complete with greasy nachos that could clog your arteries with every bite.
Yuuri sat at the bar, a whiskey sour in hand, leaning against the metal countertop with one arm so that he would watch the rush that existed on the dance floor. He still wore his black slacks, white button down shirt, and blue tie from work earlier that day. It was a Thursday night, and he definitely had work the next day, but it had been a long week. He needed to kick back and blow off some steam. He took another sip of his drink. Eyes traced over the bodies on the dance floor.
Dark figures pressed against one another, being illuminated only by the occasional flashing light that flew over the crowd. With a grin on his face, Yuuri downed the remainder of his drink, ignoring the twinge of bitter lemon aftertaste, and ordered one more. He knew the bartenders well, so he didn't have to wait long. Once the new drink was in his hand, the man made his way into the mass of dancing and grinding. He quickly found himself involved in a group that had gathered just steps away from the center of the sticky linoleum floor. Bodies knocked against one another, bumping and rubbing. Yuuri wasn't able to make out the exact music being played, but the bass was pulsing just strong enough for him to make out a rhythm. He could feel hands pulling at his clothes, bodies grind against his own from all around. After splitting a little booze on his hand, Yuuri ultimately decided to, once again, down his drink. He crushed the plastic cup in his hand and let it fall to the floor with all the rest.
At this point, Yuuri actually began to try and make out physical features of different people around him for the first time that night. Considering he had work tomorrow, finding someone to go home with, or take home with him, was likely a bad idea. But Yuuri was great at making bad decisions. He had been involved in this scene for years; needless to say he had had plenty of one-night-stands, regardless of the day of the week.
His eyes flashed over men. He spotted a pair of large muscle-massed guys. Tight shirts and pants; you know the kind. But he wasn't looking for a three-some. His gaze passed over bears with thick, curly beards, twinks in booty shorts, and one frat boy who clearly wasn't out of the closet yet.
The pickings were slim on a Thursday, so Yuuri gave up on the idea of adulterous fantasies-come-true. He instead let the alcohol buzz around his head, and just kept dancing. Songs blended together in a combination of flashing lights and a DJ's magic, until it was impossible to determine just how long he had been on the dance floor.
Yuuri pushed himself through the crowd once more, attempting to escape back to the bar for another drink, when he was quite literally kicked off the dance floor. A grody shoe made contact with his calf. The force sent him sputtering forward. He collided with something. It wasn't until he looked up that he realized it was a 'someone'.
The black haired man squinted at the figure. His contacts were starting to dry up. Combine that with the awkwardly lit room, and it was hard to make out anything real details about anyone. Yet Yuuri didn't want to miss a single detail about the person before him.
They were very androgynous. Long silver hair traced down their frame, with bangs dropping over the shape of their face on one side, with a tight braid pulling away the hairs on the other, meeting with the rest in a ponytail. A flower crown sat crooked on top of their head. The flashing lights colored every strand. From what Yuuri could tell, they wore an ombre crop top that faded from purple to pink, over black skinny jeans. They had several ties and bracelets hanging around thin wrists.
The first word that came to Yuuri's mind was "wow", the second was "shit". He saw the wet spot on the person's shirt, as well as the plastic cups on the ground. "I am so sorry." He shoved his hand into his back pocket to produce a few spare tissues that he always kept, and quickly handed them to this mystery person.
The first response was a chuckle. "It's fine. I've had worse dumped on me besides my own drink." The voice was low, indicating male. Although these days, especially in a bar filled with the LGBT+, Yuuri had learned not to go around "assuming".
"Still," Yuuri, albeit a little drunk, was never one to forgo his manners if he could help it. "Can I buy you another? To make up for spilling that one?"
The person looked up from the shirt he was dabbing with wadded up tissues. "I never turn down a free drink."
The music suddenly picked up in both speed and volume, making it impossible to head the other where they were. So, Yuuri just motioned for this person to follow after him. He led the way through to the bar. On occasion, he would turn to make sure this silver haired enigma would be following him. When they finally did make it to the counter top, Yuuri let the other hop up on the only open bar stool, while he simply leaned on his forearms. When one of the bartenders finally had the time, Yuuri also let his mystery person order first, before ordering himself a cider, and passing his credit card.
"A cosmo, but don't worry about the glass." The order said a lot about them. Fun, flirty, and looking to dance.
"So then," Yuuri eyes the rim on his glass when it was passed to him. "Can I ask what your name is?"
"Viktor." A masculine name. "And you?"
"Yuuri."
"That's a cute name." The words left Viktor's mouth with a smile, and only now Yuuri was beginning to detect a slight accent.
"I hope you don't mind me asking Viktor, but what pronouns do you go by?"
Viktor stopped sipping at the straw of his drink. Eyes went wide, before softening into an amused expression. "You're the first person to ask me that at a club."
"Am I?" Yuuri took a sip of his cider.
Viktor only nodded before taking another drink through the straw of his cosmo. "He/him/his, whether you believe it or not."
Knowing took a huge relief off of Yuuri's shoulders. He was always so tense about that. He was planning on saying more, to continue the conversation, but before he even had the chance, Viktor was getting up from the stool. "Thanks for the drink Yuuri." The last Yuuri got was a wink before watching the newly confirmed guy saunter back into the crowd of dancers.
Rather than following, Yuuri pushed himself onto the vacant stool, and took his drink in slow. He returned to his pastime of watching the drunks dance and grind up against each other. Occasionally he would see that long silver hair flash in the lights. He tried not to pay much mind. In the meantime, he spoke to other people who wandered his way, and made small talk with the bartenders as they mixed drink after drink.
A similarly aged mane, who was much taller in height, began chatting him up, and Yuuri decided to entertain the guy. This guy was at least attractive. Only complaint that Yuuri had was the slight stubble underneath the man's jaw. He'd never had a thing for facial hair.
Yuuri finished a fourth drink with this man, before allowing himself to be persuaded back onto the dance floor. It never actually did take much to get him dancing, but Yuuri enjoyed making people go through the effort.
Once on the dance floor, Yuuri swung a lazy arm over the nameless man's shoulder, hooking around his neck, and turned to face him. He didn't bother to pay attention to the hands that gripped his hips. Instead, he let his body follow the music. He rolled against this man a few times. Within minutes, Yuuri knew he wasn't going to do anything beyond dancing with this man. The guy was too stiff. But dancing was at least fun.
When the tune of the music went into a swing, the twenty-seven year old let go of the man in a fast paced twirl, and tore himself away. He made it casual. Immediately, he blended into a group of lesbians who were happy to welcome a random addition to their group. Yuuri stayed with these girls for one song before moving on. He looked up towards the center of the crowded space, and found himself halting in his tracks.
Illuminated with flashing pinks, blues, and greens, dancing as though the world was going to end tomorrow, was none other than Viktor. The likely younger male twisted and bounced in perfect rhythm to the music. Slender, pale arms threw a long ponytail over a shoulder, before entangling around the waist of a random stranger. Hips swished and legs moved.
Yuuri had thought it before, when he first met the androgynous boy, but Viktor was quite beautiful.
Almost as if the thought had sent some telepathic message, the two made eye contact. A playful smile appeared on Viktor's face. The ashen-blond abandoned his current dance partner, and pushed past another grinding pair to walk up to Yuuri. The taller of the two immediately found himself being drawn into a hug.
"Are you following me?" A playful voice half-sang into his ear.
"Purely coincidence."
Viktor flashed a smile. He took Yuuri's hands in his own, taking charge to move them to the small of his own back. "Dance with me?"
There was no way Yuuri could have refused the request. The taller male let his hand glide down the curve of Viktor's back, settling around thin hips. One finger on either hand slid underneath the belt loops of black skinny jeans. There was an inch or two of space between their bodies. But, once white arms snaked around Yuuri's shoulders, that gap was closed.
Yuuri could feel the layer of sweat from his dance partner's body. It made limbs slick and clothes stick together. Yuuri payed attention to every movement that Viktor made, complementing them with his own. He let the shorter of the two lead, as well as decide just what kind of dance they were going to do. It was clear from every movement that Viktor was a much better dancer than Yuuri could ever hope to be. Hips began to rock together, pressing almost indecently against one another.
"You're quite the dancer." Yuuri spoke the compliment into his partner's ear. Yuuri smoothed his hands against Viktor. One hand moved up to press against the exposed skin at the other's waist.
Viktor pushed up onto his toes, making up for the difference in height, so that his mouth was at level with Yuuri's ear. "Thanks. You're not too bad yourself."
"Are you sure? I'm usually a complete embarrassment on the dance floor." As if to prove a point, Yuuri began taking large, blocky steps. He forced the two of them into an ungraceful spin, almost knocking into a few innocent bystanders. The action earned a laugh. Thankfully, rather than scaring Viktor away, the silver haired man tightened his arms around Yuuri's neck and picked up his feet, allowing himself to be spun in the air.
Once firmly back on the ground, Viktor looked up to make eye contact. "Maybe your feet could use some work." A hand trailed down and gripped Yuuri's bicep. "But, I think your hips move very nicely." Viktor rolled his own hips up to meet Yuuri's, as if to enunciate his point.
"Oh yeah?" Yuuri leaned his forehead against Viktor's. Silver and black bangs stuck together in a mixture of their sweat.
Viktor only laughed in response. He separated from Yuuri's body almost completely, before twirling on his toes, and falling back so that he stood back-to-chest with the older man. When Yuuri's hands were once again place on Viktor's hips, the beautiful dancer maneuvered his own hands. One was place a top Yuuri's, while the other reached behind him, combing through the black hairs on the back of the other's neck. The shorter male leaned his head back against a well muscled shoulder.
In the new position, Yuuri was able to find more confidence in bolder movements. He ground his body against the one pressed into him. He lost track of the music. What song was playing? How long had he been dancing for? His senses had already been dulled out by alcohol. Now, he was losing what little attention he was paying to his surroundings, to Viktor.
Their bodies were hot. Creating a sweet friction that was barely in time with the beat of the bass. While Yuuri was personally content with just having a wonderful dance partner, his judgement was becoming cloudy, and his body was starting to crave more. Not wanting to cause and discomfort between the two of them, they had only just met after all, Yuuri attempted to take a step back. However, the second a centimeter of air was created, Yuuri felt the grip on the back of his neck tighten. He glanced down, and immediately made eye contact with sapphires.
"Don't." The word was almost lost to the mash-up of sounds in the night club. Before another word could be spoken between the two, lips crashed into Yuuri's own.
Viktor's mouth was sultry. Smooth, experienced lips peppered wanting kisses, which were reflexively returned. When playful teeth began to scrape at his lower lip, Yuuri forced the alluring man to turn around so that they were facing each other. Then, he traced a hand up Viktor's back until the was able to card his fingers into the base of the partially tangled ponytail. With the new angle, it was much easier to kiss the beauty before him.
The kiss transitioned into an open mouthed one, and Yuuri's tastebuds were assaulted with the flavor of every drink Viktor had that night. The bitter alcohols stuck out the most among the fruity cocktails. It was at this point that a very important thought registered in Yuuri's mind. Although he didn't want to, Yuuri pulled away from the kiss. "How drunk are you?"
"That doesn't matter." Viktor's mouth attached itself to Yuuri's neck. As good as it felt, Yuuri forced himself away again.
"It does matter." He made sure his voice was stern this time.
Viktor rolled his eyes before holding up four fingers for Yuuri to see. "Four drinks, over two hours, with dancing and water in between."
The twenty-seven year old did the math in his head. He calculated his own drink-per-hour ration, before looking back toward Viktor, who looked confused despite the flush on his cheeks. With a grin on his face, Yuuri dipped his head back down and gave Viktor another kiss. "Just wanted to check." Yuuri trailed this kiss down to the smoothe corner of Viktor's jaw.
Another set of sweaty bodies knocking into them reminded the pair that they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
"Maybe we should get off…." Yuuri said, primarily to himself.
"We should go?" Viktor's question was meant to try and clarify what the other man has said. The noise of the club could make it hard to hear properly if you were loud enough. It wasn't strange that Viktor had misheard his at all. Of course, what Viktor had misheard took some consideration.
When he had come out tonight, Yuuri had most certainly not planned on getting too involved with anyone. He entertained himself with the idea, but wasn't looking for more than what had already happened. Yet here he was. He 'd always had a weakness for blondes, and he had most definitely found himself a killer. He thought it over. He had work the next day, but it didn't matter too much if he showed up to his office late so long as he called in advanced…
He looked back to the shorter male, remembering the hands that gripped at the front of his button down shirt. "Do you want to go?"
As if to enunciate a point, Viktor rolled his hips up. "Your place, or mine?"
"Is mine ok?"
Viktor pressed up on his toes and quickly let his teeth attached to the lobe of Yuuri's ear. He played with the skin, sucking it between his lips. Hot breath came out like a sigh. "Sounds good to me."
The pair made their way off the dance floor. They held each other's hands as to not separate, until they made it towards the exit. Yuuri retrieved his suit jacket from coat check, but upon discovering that Viktor didn't have another layer to wear, despite it being late September, Yuuri let the pale skinned male borrow his. Outside was much colder. The second they left the bar, Yuuri pulled out his phone and called an Uber. It arrived within three minutes.
When they were both seated in the back seat of the car, Yuuri looked back towards his companion for the night. "Feel free to abandon ship anytime. I won't get offended."
"Hmmm." Rather than buckling into a seat, Viktor swung a leg over Yuuri's lap, effectively straddling the older man. Before the one beneath could raise any questions about the appropriacy of getting frisky in the back of an Uber, a thumb was forcing Yuuri's mouth open so that a tongue could slide in. Said tongue moved within Yuuri's mouth expertly.
Yuuri suppressed a groan when the kiss ended, primarily for the sake of the poor driver who had to ignore what was going on in his back seat. Deciding that decency was already out the window, Yuuri didn't fight it when the silver haired man was once again kissing down his neck. A finger pulled the blue tied loose so that Lips could dance along his collarbone. A wet tongue lapped over any particularly rough bites. This time, Yuuri couldn't help how his breath shuddered at the feeling.
It wasn't until their driver cleared his throat that either realized that the ride was over. As the two men slipped out of the car, Yuuri handed the driver a ten dollar bill to apologize for the awkwardness.
Then, Yuuri led the way into his apartment building. Thankfully it was getting very close to midnight, so no one was in the lobby to judge the two disheveled people walking towards the elevators. The ride to the sixth floor was quick, as was the walk down the hall to Yuuri's specific apartment. The asian quickly keyed in. He held the door open so that the other could enter.
"Do you mind taking your shoes off here?" He asked as he locked the door behind him.
"Oh, sure." Viktor yanked off his shoes, before walking into the apartment.
It was a very clean, very organized space. The furniture gave an interesting cross between modern, and traditional japanese. Before Viktor could explore further, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and lips attached to the juncture behind his ear. Unlike the playful and flirty nibbles Viktor had given in the car, Yuuri's mouth was hungry. The older man sucked down on the porcelain skin.
The moan that left Viktor's lips was the first Yuuri had heard all night. It was a beautiful sound. The silver haired male tilted his head to the side, allowing full reign of his neck.
"Bedroom?" Yuuri asked between shoulder kisses.
"Oooh. I'm allowed in the bedroom?" Viktor forced himself away just enough to turn around. "You're taking pretty good care of me, Yuuri."
"Do people really not let you into the bedroom?"
Viktor shrugged. "It's happened often enough that I don't expect a bed when I hook up with someone."
"Well," Yuuri paused. "Bedroom is right down the hall if you're interested."
"Lead the way." There was an adorable wink before Yuuri took the boy by the hand and lead him through the apartment. Down the hall and two the left was the bedroom. The door was left open. Yuuri never bothered to close it seeing as he lived alone.
The bedroom showed much more of Yuuri's personality than the living room. Framed photographs of family and friends sat on the desk in the corner. A pennant flag for the university he had gone to hung on the wall above his dresser, which was also littered with stickers that looked like they had come out of a child's collection. Against the back wall was a fluffy looking, queen-sized bed, made neatly with navy blue bedsheets and a gray comforter. The most notable part of the bedroom was that wall above the bed. It was covered in a collage of postcards from different cities around the world.
"Wow." Viktor leaned over the bed to inspect the postcards. "Do you travel a lot?"
"Work takes me on a lot of business trips." Yuuri explained.
"Hmm." The younger only hummed as Yuuri approached, and pushed a hand to Viktor's shoulders. Viktor let himself be guided to lay down on his back on the bed. He made sure to pull down his partner with him. A playful grin was on the blonde's face. "You know, I'm actually from Russia."
"So that's where your accent came from."
"Does it sound weird?"
Yuuri shook his head. "Not at all."
The kiss that followed afterwards was thirsty and mutual. Lips smashed together, building a hungry rhythm. Yuuri adjusted so he was looking over the body that was pressing into his mattress. Arm rested on either side of silver locks. One hand gripped into the base of Viktor's ponytail, pulling so that the angle of their mouths met at was more to his liking. When he felt teeth bite into his lower lip, Yuuri tugged at the hairs in his hand just enough to elicit a gasp. With Viktor's mouth open, it was easy for Yuuri to slip his tongue inside.
The original taste of alcohol was starting to fade with time, leaving behind only Viktor's natural taste. Tongues twirled around one another. A hum vibrated in Viktor's throat as the older man explored his mouth at a level much more intimate than even a night club could have offered. When the need for air finally arose, Yuuri quickly suck in a breath before dipping his head down, and latching his mouth behind an ear. His reward was the moan that escaped bruised lips. Yuuri trailed down the column of Viktor's neck. He sucked a patch of skin between his teeth, instantly relishing in the hands that pulled at the fabric of his button down and the muscles of his arm. The pale neck craned to the side to allow him more access.
Slender fingers were curled into the short hairs on the back of Yuuri's neck, pulling him in closer. It wasn't until Viktor let out a particularly aroused moan that Yuuri removed himself, and pulled away. He created enough space in between them to pull at the hem of the purple-pink crop top. The fabric lifted easily. It took no time at all to slide it up Viktor's torso. The younger lifted himself up off the mattress so that the shirt could be removed completely.
To say that Viktor's body was well built was an understatement. Tis torso was thin, but clearly strong. Slight muscles sculpted his chest and abs, but did not hide the edges of his ribcage adding to the shape of his front. His hips were narrow. Long, silver-gray strands were falling out of the messed-up ponytail and braid, outlining the body they surrounded.
"Like what you see?" Viktor winked. Pale fingers were lifted between them, slowly undoing the top buttons of Yuuri's shirt. Hot hands slid between the enlarged "v" in the fabric, feeling the hot skin underneath, before continuing to unbutton the rest of the shirt, and helping to remove the fabric completely. Hands pressed into the skin of Yuuri's chest, and for not the first time, he felt a little self conscious before a hook-up. Those thoughts were easily dispelled with the touch of lips on his Adam's apple.
"You should wear tighter shirts." The pads of Viktor's finger lightly traced over each contour along the naturally tanned chest. "You have the body for it."
"Maybe." Rather than lingering on the topic, Yuuri quickly tried to change the subject back to the matter at hands. He wasn't about to discuss his complicated relationship with body positivity with a stranger. "So how much is happening tonight?"
"You ask a lot of question."
"Just want to make sure we're on the same page."
A slight giggle left Viktor's lips. The male wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck. "All the way is fine with me."
Yuuri hummed to himself. He leaned down, closer to Viktor, stopping just before kissing him once more. "Any hard limits?"
"Just don't do anything kinky for now." A playful laugh followed the comment.
Yuuri nodded, trying to ignore the implication at the end of Viktor's statement. He traced his hands down Viktor's frame, kissing a trail down to pale, pink nipples.
A lewd gasp slipped passed an open mouth as Yuuri focused attention to the buds of the pale chest. Yuuri's tongue ran over a hardened nipple, and the reaction from the younger male could only be described as delicious. The man's body writhed and squirmed. Abdominal muscles expanded and contracted, causing Viktor to subconsciously rock into the body above his own. Yuuri pressed a hand against the ribcage of the man beneath him to hold him still, an action that received a whimper in protest. Just for good measure, he also swung a leg over so that he was straddling the ashen-blond, restricting his movement just a little more.
Even though it was a very slight shift in position, the change created opportunity for a rich friction. Yuuri was unable to stop himself from rolling his own hips forward as the pair created a sloppy rhythm of rubbing against one-another. His pants had long since started feeling too tight for comfort. Similarly, Viktor's skinny jeans did little to hide the experience that the russian man was having. The combination of sensations, from the way Yuuri's mouth worked on either side of the pale chest, to the constant grinding of growing boners, was clearly becoming too much for Viktor to handle. An erotic moan left Viktor's mouth before he brought his hands up to stop the motion of Yuuri's hips. Yuuri flashed a quizzical glance.
"I won't last very long if that keeps up." His voice came out with a sigh.
"How long are you trying to last?"
A grin appeared on Viktor's face. Rather than answering, the silver-blonde pushed up on the chest above him. Soon, they were both sitting, Viktor having slid completely out from underneath. The smile on his face was sultry as he adjusted his long hair over his shoulder, then crawled forward across the bed. The downward curve of his back was near feline. Hands rested on either of Yuuri's legs, slowly dragging up the black fabric of his pants, to the hem of the waistband. Viktor teased the button of the front between fingers and he gave a quick suck below Yuuri's collar. "Are you clean?"
"Huh?" Yuuri was briefly distracted by the opening of his pants, and the hand pulling down the zipper at a tantalizingly slow pace, that he almost missed the question. "Oh, yeah. I got tested a month ago."
Viktor nodded. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of the black trousers, sliding underneath the elastic of Yuuri's boxers as well. He pulled on the clothes, urging his partner to lift his hips so that they could be removed completely.
"What about you?" Yuuri asked as he kicked his pants off his ankles.
"Completely clean."
Yuuri's pants were removed entirely, and the asian felt a flush seep through his entire body. He sat naked in from of Viktor, his weight primarily leaning back, with his hands resting on the mattress behind him. Deep brown eyes watched the sight before him.
Viktor tucked some loose hair behind his own ear, before reaching a hand forward to grasp Yuuri's hardened member. A breath, caught somewhere between a gasp and a sigh, slipped passed the black haired male's lips. A few exploratory pumps were given, testing the waters, so to speak, before Viktor swiped his tongue over his own lips, then dipped his head down. It became clear immediately that Viktor was quite experienced. Rather than going slowly, the russian took the entirety of Yuuri's length into his mouth in one move. His hot tongue slicked up the skin it came into contact with, swirlring around on the skin. Viktor gave a light suck, before opening his mouth, and leaving tongue filled, open-mouth kissed up the hardened shaft. When he got to the head, he licked up the bead of precum that had leaked out of the slit. Every action left Yuuri breathless.
One particularly loud groan left Yuuri's mouth while the blond in his lap traced the large vein of his length with an all too playful tongue, and followed it by sucking the underside of the rounded head. Yuuri reached a hand forward and threaded it through silver hair, pushing down so that Viktor had little choice but to pull the entirety of the penis into his mouth. Viktor didn't complain. Rather, he hummed at the action, and widened his jaw to make it easier. The vibrations had Yuuri pulling at hair in his hand, perhaps harder than he should have. His fingers caught of the braid in Viktor's bangs, which warranted a grunt.
Somehow, between the dizzying feeling from the younger's minstractions working magic on his front, and the attempt at keeping his muscles tight so he didn't release too soon, Yuuri was able to remove the ponytail holder from the waist-length hair, and slowly undo the braid. Once released, the hair fanned out over Viktor's back and shoulders. The younger male hummed his approval once more, but that alone began inching Yuuri closer to his finish. The deep moan from the back of the older's throat must have given his away. Viktor only picked up his pace, bobbing his head up and down the shaft. A hand came up, off of Yuuri's hot thigh, and cradled the underside of Yuuri's balls. That was the final straw.
"Stop, I'm going t-" Yuuri tried to pull Viktor off, but he was too late. He shot out his load with a deep moan. He didn't know what was more attractive, the almost proud sound that clung to Viktor's lips, of the glint in aquamarine eyes as the little russian minx swallowed the entirety of his cum in one gulp.
Viktor swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. "You make some pretty nice noises." He annunciated his sentence with a wink.
"You're not too bad yourself." Yuuri replied. He pulled Viktor up from his lap so that he could nip at the skin of his pale collarbone. He sucked in the spot until the ashen-blond let out a shaky gasp; it was as if he was trying to prove a point. When he pulled his head away, Yuuri noticed all of the bruised parks that littered the otherwise porcelain skin. The worst was a column of deep purple that spanned an inch in width and three in length, starting from the halfway point of the left side of Viktor's neck. Seeing every mark that he had left, coupled with the flush across soft cheeks, and sexed up hair, brought a new wave of excitement through the older of the two men. Yuuri reached forward and curled his fingers through the belt loops of the black skinny jeans that still hugged Viktor's lips. The older of the two pulled the younger closer. They crashed their lips together. Yuuri could taste himself within Viktor's mouth.
Hands groped at the curve of Viktor's ass. The silver-haired man leaned his weight back into those hands, relishing in the squeeze. Viktor's own hands flew to the fly of his jeans in a heated rush. Within seconds, the jeans were halfway down his creamy thighs. It revealed the black, silk womens underwear.
"Those are interesting." Yuuri chuckled. Once the new flesh had been made available though, he had immediately taken advantage. A hand stroked inner thighs, slowly working its way closer to the tent underneath the silk.
"What can I say? They're comfortable." Viktor managed to get his sentence out before a moan. He rolled his hips forwards into the palm of the hand as is massaged his clothed erection.
"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" the voice came out smooth in Viktor's ear. The question only received a groan in response. Viktor was a hot mess under Yuuri's hand. All the build-up had clearly gotten to him.
Yuuri attached his mouth to an earlobe as he pushed the final article of clothing down slender hips at a painfully slow pace. Once they were removed, Yuuri gave Viktor's member a few, slow pumps, before removing himself from the mattress all together. A loud whimper, perhaps involuntary, but definitely in protest at the lack of contact, left Viktor. The twenty-seven year old, however, moved across the room and to his dresser. He opened up to top drawer, and removed a few condoms and a bottle of lubricant.
"You sure keep those far away." Viktor's voice was teasing. There was a clear flush on his skin and a soft shaking in his voice that betrayed his confidence.
"My bedside table doesn't have a drawer." Yuuri shrugged. As he settled back onto the mattress, dropping the newly obtained items onto the crumpled comforter, the man in front of him crawled forward once more. Their lips connected in a heat. Viktor was biting at already bruised lips. Somehow, while barely even being able to think clearly, Yuuri somehow managed to break the kiss to ask another question. "How do you want this to go?"
"Hmmm." Viktor hummed into another kiss. "I'm normally a bottom." Another kiss. "If that's alright with you."
A grin appeared on the face of the man in question that he just couldn't help. "That works perfectly. We can do whatever position you prefer."
There was a glint in crystal blue eyes, followed by a bit of shifting. Within moments, Viktor was kneeling on his hands and knees, his rounded bottom pointing back towards Yuuri. That sinful curve in his frame was all too visible. Silver hair cascaded over his back and shoulders as he looked back to meet this night time rendez-vous eyes. "Is this good?"
"Perfect." The response came all too quickly. Yuuri inched closer. He picked up the bottle of lube from the mattress, pouring a generous amount of the contents onto his fingers. It was cold. He tried warming it up to the best of his ability by rubbing it between his digits before he would touch Viktor with them. Then, he used his non-lubed up hand to grasp one of the pert cheeks, pulling it slightly to reveal the reddened ring of Viktor's entrance.
Yuuri pressed an experimental finger against the ring, delighted to hear an aroused gasp from the male before him as he pushed the finger passed the muscle. The first finger went in easily. It barely even needed to stretch the surrounding flesh. So, Yuuri wasted no time in adding a second. He scissored his fingers, curled them from various knuckles, and thrusted them at different paces. He listened to each erotic gasp and moan that came with the varying movements. From what he could tell, Viktor loved being stretched, which worked in his favor.
While Yuuri's member was average in length, a fact he had no shame in, it had a pretty decent girth. So, if Viktor liked being stretched out, this would likely work out just fine. Yuuri tested this theory by forcing in two more fingers together, rather than only one. The arc in that well sculpted back, as well as the stuttered moan, which was louder than any others Yuuri has heard thus far, confirmed this hunch as fact.
"You like that?" The question might as well have been redundant, but Viktor tried to answer anyways.
"Ye-yes." He managed through baited breath. "But-" A long moan slipped passed. "A wan- I want more."
"Do you need to be prepared more first?"
"N-no." The response was quick. "Just- More."
Yuuri's fingers left Viktor's hole with a squelching sound. There was an immediate whimper from the bottom partner at the loss of fullness. His butt wiggled in the air, as if to try and regain the feeling through self-generated friction. The small plea for the older of the two to hurry is what really made Yuuri speed up his actions. He quickly unwrapped a condom, and rolled it onto his re-hardened dick. Even though the condom itself was pre-lubricated, Yuuri rubbed a little extra lube over his gloved shaft, just for good measure. He gripped Viktor's hips in both hands, lining himself up with the russian's entrance. "Ok?"
"Yes, god, please." The words were demanding as they left Viktor's throat.
Yuuri pushed himself in slowly. As much as his own body was craving this, he knew from first hand experience how much it sucked to have the person you're sleeping with go way too quickly. So, he inched in, starting with just the head of his member, allowing Viktor the time to get used to it before sliding more of his shaft in. When he was half sheathed, he leaned forward and began leaving distracting kisses along Viktor's shoulder blades. "You're really warm on the inside. It feels good."
Viktor wiggled his hips in an effort to force Yuuri deeper inside him. He let out a groan when his efforts were in vain. "Don't tease me Yuuri. Or are you someone who likes begging?"
"Hmmm." The man in question gripped Viktor's hips a little tighter. "I certainly don't dislike it."
"Oh yeah?" A playful grin appeared on the russian's face. "Then… Please? Please fuck me. God, hurry Yuuri." There was an instant need and arousal that was audible in the accented voice. The sound immediately affected Yuuri.
The asian man snapped his hips forward, finally sinking the entirety of his cock inside, earning a loud moan. He started setting a slow pace, pulling out almost completely, and thrusting back in. Viktor's breathin shifted, becoming much more sporadic with each thrust. As Yuuri increased his speed, th alteration in the younger's breathing became mixed with variations of half-gasps and wanton cries. The silver haired bucked his hips back, erging Yuuri to give him more. The older of the two reached one hand forward, stroking up the expanse of the pale back, until it wat able to entangle in a fistful of hair. That immediately sparked a reaction.
As Yuuri pulled on silver strands, Viktor's voice got louder. "Do you like that?" Curiosity got the best of him.
"Y-yeah." The response was almost too quick.
"How hard?" Fingers tangled more into the hair, so that he had a good grip.
"Just don't pull any out."
Yuuri began giving slight tugs to the hair as he increased the pace of his hips. Each movement was rewarded with vocal response. Now, Viktor was holding nothing back. Every time the japanese man shoved in, his hips were met with the slap of Viktor's ass bucking back to reach deeper within him.
Eventually, the bottom's arms gave way to the weight and pressure from the repetitive movement. His chin crashed into the cotton sheets. The moment it did, blue eye widened, and his mouth flew open. "Th-Th-" He stuttered through moans. This knuckles were turning white as he gripped the fabric beneath his hands. "Th-there. Right there."
Yuuri couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face. That was the spot. Sometimes it was hard to find with a new partner. It was a good thing he had though. With the tight heat surrounding his member with each thrust, and the intoxicating sounds that filled the room - unfiltered moans and the slap of skin really mixed well together - Yuuri knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He angled himself, making sure to hit the same spot that shot stars into crystal eyes.
The room was filled with echoes of 'more', 'yes', 'please', and 'so close'. On occasion, a few curse words flew out from either mouth. While most were from Viktor, Yuuri chimed in with his own pleas for finish. Yuuri felt himself inching closer. The coil in the pit of his abdomen was wound tight. He gave one more tub at Viktor's hair, before using that hand to wrap around the smaller man's leaking cok. It only took a few pumps before Viktor let out a broken moan, throwing his head back, and Yuuri could feel the hot cum smearing on the palm of his hand and dripping down the backs of his fingers. Yuuri took only moments longer, reaching his release with one long, languid thrust.
The two of them took a few minutes to recover their breaths, as well as their senses. Yuuri pulled out, allowing Viktor to crash into the mattress completely. He carefully removed the semen-filled condom and tied it off, before walking it over to the trashcan. He grabbed a box of tissues from his desk before walking back to the bed, where he found Viktor, who looked like he was about to blissfully doze off from the exhaustion.
"I hope that was ol." Yuuri went to passe the tissues to the ashen-blonde, but when the other didn't move to grab any, Yuuri decided to do the work himself. He whipped away the cum that had spilled down. In-between cream colored thighs.
"Mmm. It was great." Viktor smiled. He rolled over onto his back, allowing Yuuri to clean his front as well. "And now I'm really being given the princess treatment."
"No need to stay sticky." Yuuri shrugged.
"You sure know how to please a guy." Viktor hummed to himself, but didn't make any clear motions to move away from where he was on the bed.
"I thought you were a princess.? Yuuri couldn't help his chuckle. It was funny, in an odd sense, cracking jokes with a guy right after sex. He went to throw the tissues away as well. While he was up, he took out his contact lenses, throwing them in the trash, and went over to his dresser to pull out a clean pair of underwear. He pulled them on.
"I am a princess." Viktor chimed. "And don't you forget it."
"Well Princess," Yuuri started. "Would you mind scooting over? Or am I expected to sleep on my own couch?"
The question was apparently cause for alarm on Viktor's end. The man pushed himself up slightly, looking at the one who was standing by the bed. His eyes were wide. The surprised expression transformed into one of amusement within seconds. "You don't mind me sending the night?"
"Well, if you really would rather go home at," Squinting at the alarm clock on the night stand ,ade Yuuri wince with the realization that he still had work the next day. "Two forty-seven AM, be my guest. But, no, I don't mind."
Viktor just grinned before scootching over so that he was completely on one side of the bed. He plushed between the scattered clothing, tossing off most of it. He did hold onto his silk underwear, which he slid back on, before settling into the mattress.
Yuuri sat on the edge of the bed. He fiddled with the alarm clock briefly. "Is there a time you need to be up by?"
"When are you getting up?"
"Eight."
"That works."
Yuuri nodded. There was a bit of shuffling, between sticking phones in chargers, and turning the lights off, the pair somehow ended up in bed and under covers. Normally, Yuuri would have tried to make some conversation with whomever he shared a bed with, however, the second his head hit the pillow, he was out.