So I'm actually quite happy with how this turned out considering I had absolutely no plot for this WHATSOEVER (yes I do plan my porn occasionally haha) I literally just wanted to write pole dancing Yuuri and this happened. Hope you enjoy :D
God bless Christophe Giacometti and the fact that he owns his own stripper pole and god bless the fact that Viktor's husband is extremely open minded (and more than a little bit kinky himself). When Viktor first suggested that he was interested in a repeat performance of Yuuri's pole dancing from the Sochi Gala banquette he had expected a flat out no and a lot of blushing and spluttering.
But, then again, Yuuri always has been very good at surprising him and surpassing his expectations.
The room is dimly lit as Viktor sits staring at the pole in front of him and waiting. The waiting is the worst bit, he realises as he fiddles with the collar of his shirt. His heart is fluttering in his chest like a butterfly under glass but you'd never know to look at him. Outside he looks the picture of calm and collected, inside is excitable turbulence.
The door opens and his nerves vanish. His eyes rake up the lithe body in front of him: skin tight, figure hugging jeans (since when does Yuuri even own jeans that tight?) and a shirt that looks as if it's just a little too big. Viktor's mouth goes dry as Yuuri closes the door and turns to look at him. His hair is pushed back, a few fly-away strands framing his face like in his Eros routine, he's ditched the glasses and he's teasing his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice low and lilting.
"Perfect," Viktor replies. Lord, show me how to say no to this...
"So where would you like me?"
Against the wall, underneath me on the mattress, bent over a desk... "There's a pole over there." He nods in the direction of the pole strategically placed in front of his chair and watches Yuuri's eyes dart over to it. They light up and Viktor's gut clenches.
Yuuri makes his way over to the pole and Viktor's eyes are instantly drawn to the subtle sway of his hips. I'm going to absolutely ruin him... He reluctantly tears his eyes away from the vision in front of him to link his phone to the room's speakers. A quiet, irritated cough meets his ears and he looks up, smirking at Yuuri's raised eyebrow.
"Relax star," he chuckles. "I'm just setting the mood for you." The 'you're the only one I'm interested in tonight' going unspoken.
Music begins to blare out of the speakers and Yuuri seems to relax. Viktor makes himself comfortable and motions for Yuuri to continue, ready to enjoy the show.
As the music starts to pound through the speakers Yuuri takes hold of the pole and begins to grind his hips against it. Viktor watches the way his hips move in time to the music and he feels himself beginning to get hard, wishing that Yuuri was grinding against him. That will come later though...
Yuuri suddenly turns to face him, pressing his back against the pole and slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Shining blue eyes fixate on Yuuri's hands as he slowly reveals the white tank top he has on underneath the shirt. Viktor feels a groan of frustration bubbling up inside him but he swallows it down. As nice as it would be to have Yuuri half naked already, watching him undress is half the fun. Yuuri shrugs the open shirt off like it's nothing and tosses it in Viktor's direction before turning his attention back to the pole.
Yuuri's body moves perfectly in time with the music – one of the things that drew Viktor to him in the first place – as he swings himself round the pole. As he does Viktor gets a nice view of his backside in those jeans. He needs to wear those around the house more often, those and only those...
As Yuuri places his feet on the floor he turns suddenly to face Viktor, takes hold of the top of the tank top and tears it open. Viktor's breath catches in his throat as the fabric rips open to reveal Yuuri's chest.
Seriously, someone show me how I'm supposed to say no to this...
"Like what you see?" Yuuri asks as he catches thee predatory look in Viktor's eye and smirks at him.
"God yes," Viktor replies hoarsely.
Yuuri chuckles in response and the sound is like music to Viktor's ears. "Good," He tosses the remains of the tank top into Viktor's lap and Viktor really has to resist the urge to press it to his nose and inhale Yuuri's scent, opting instead for keeping his eyes fixed on the stunning angel in front of him.
A hand slowly travels down Yuuri's chest to the front of his jeans to palm himself through them, moaning softly but Viktor still hears it over the music as if it were right in his ear. Yuuri teases his bottom lip between his teeth, putting on a show as he opens the button and tantalisingly slides the zip down. He turns, bending slightly at the waist to show off his backside again as he begins to slip the jeans off, revealing equally tight boxers underneath.
Oh god, I can't say no to this...
Viktor watches as Yuuri, clad only in boxers now, continues to sway his hips in time with the music. The sight has him hypnotised and he can feel himself getting harder, cock straining against the confines of his suit trousers. He wants to try and relieve some of the pressure but if he moves he knows the indifferent mask he's plastered on will shatter and he'll be a begging mess at Yuuri's feet. Chestnut eyes lock with sky blue and Viktor realises he needs the distance between them to be non-existent.
"Come here," he says raising a hand and beckoning Yuuri over.
Yuuri pushes himself off the pole and saunters over to Viktor. As he reaches his conquest Yuuri drops to his knees. He takes the tattered remains of his tank top off Viktor's lap and drops it to the floor before placing his hands on the top of Viktor's thighs, grasping the firm flesh and sensually running his hands down to rest on Viktor's knees. He pushes them apart and settles himself between them, looking up at Viktor with wide, innocent eyes. As if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to me...
With a surprisingly steady hand Viktor reaches over and runs his thumb over Yuuri's plump bottom lip. He just about manages to hold in the moan that tries to claw its way out of his throat as Yuuri's tongue snakes out to flick over his skin.
"You're perfect," Viktor tell him. "How did I get so lucky?"
"Speak for yourself?" Yuuri mutters, blushing as he looks away.
Viktor chuckles. He still can't take a compliment. He takes Yuuri's chin and turns his head so that he has to look at him. "You look so good on your knees love," he all but purrs.
"Where do you want me now?" Yuuri asks, his confidence starting to filter back. He teases his bottom lip between his teeth again the sight makes Viktor's cock pulse as he imagines shoving himself between Yuuri's lips. Now there's an attractive prospect...
"Well I do always enjoy seeing you writhing on top of me," Viktor says, "and I don't think I'm quite done seeing you dance for me yet."
The implication behind his words hangs, loud and clear in the air and a small smirk creeps onto Yuuri's face. "I wouldn't want to disappoint then," he says in a low, seductive voice and pushes himself to his feet.
He straddles Viktor's hips and Viktor grits his teeth against the pressure on his cock. Fuck! Yuuri's just too good at this! Delicate arms wrap around Viktor's neck, fingers twining in the hair at the nape, and he locks eyes with Viktor before he grinds his hips down.
"Fuck!" The guttural growl that tears itself from Viktor's throat shoots straight down Yuuri's spine to pool in his stomach and make his cock twitch in his boxers. He bites the inside of his lip to suppress his own groan. Hands grip his hips hard enough to bruise as Viktor begins to grind his hips up to meet Yuuri's.
It takes a lot of Yuuri's willpower to prise Viktor's strong hands from his hips and remove himself from his lap. He turns and sits back down on top of Viktor's thighs, pressing his back against Viktor's still clothed chest. He reaches back to tangle his fingers in Viktor's silvery hair again, tilting his head up so that their lips are almost touching and begins to grind in time with the music.
Viktor can feel his self control beginning to crack as Yuuri takes hold of one of his hands and places it over his cock. A heated groan rumbles through Viktor's chest as he feels just how hard Yuuri is and his restraint reaches breaking point. Yuuri begins to rut against his hand and Viktor pushes his palm a little harder against him. He can feel the damp tip through the material and makes sure to lavish it with extra attention to make Yuuri writhe and moan in his lap.
"Ah Viktor!" The breathy moan ghosts past Yuuri's lips and something inside Viktor finally snaps. He grabs a fistful of Yuuri's hair and gives it a harsh tug. The resulting hiss goes straight to his cock and he leans down to brush his lips over Yuuri's in the faintest imitation of a kiss, loving the little whimper it causes.
"It's Mr Nikiforov or sir tonight," he says, his voice low and dangerous and setting a fire between Yuuri's thighs. "Do you understand?"
"Viktor," Yuuri groans softly and the tiny smirk tugging the corners of his lips tells Viktor that he's pushing his luck on purpose. He tightens his hold on Yuuri's hair and gives it another harsh tug.
"I said do you understand?" he asks again.
"Y... yes sir," Yuuri replies. Fuck! He loves Viktor when he's like this: commanding, domineering and always so damn beautiful.
Viktor chuckles softly and presses a barely there kiss to Yuuri's lips. "Good boy," he says. "Now get on your knees."
Obediently Yuuri gets off Viktor's lap as the grip on his hair is relinquished and sinks to his knees in front of him. It really is a sight to behold. Yuuri always looks so good on his knees (especially with his mouth open, ready and waiting for Viktor's cock) and Viktor has to take a moment to marvel at the sight. He loosens his tie, feeling very hot under the collar, and a devious thought comes to mind. There's just one thing that will make this sight better...
"Put your hands together," he orders as he pulls his tie off and Yuuri dutifully presents his hands to him. Using his tie as a rope Viktor binds Yuuri's wrists together, giving the silk a gentle tug once he's done. "Is that too tight?" he asks in a much gentler tone.
"No it's fine," Yuuri says before looking up at him with lust filled eyes and adding "sir."
Viktor chuckles, shaking his head. "You're going to be the absolute death of me, you know that?"
"So you keep telling me," Yuuri says.
"And not even remotely apologetic about it," Viktor says. "I think you're going to have to be punished for that."
"Is that a promise or a threat?" Yuuri asks smirking up at him. He really is going to be the death of me.
Viktor pushes himself to his feet, fingers gripping Yuuri's hair like a vice and forcing his head back. He licks his finger before running it over Yuuri's plump bottom lip. Yuuri shivers at his touch and the sight is so tantalising that Viktor can't resist the pull of those lips any longer.
"It's both," he says huskily before slamming his lips against Yuuri's in a heated kiss.
Teeth and tongues swiftly enter the fray making Yuuri's head spin. Viktor's lips have always had the power to render him a panting, begging mess and now is no different. He reaches up with bound hands to the collar of Viktor's shirt, trembling fingers beginning to work the buttons open as best he can. He manages to get a few of them open before Viktor's fingers tighten in his hair and pull him back.
"Did I say you could touch me?" he asks as Yuuri struggles to catch his breath.
"No sir," he pants.
Viktor looks down into Yuuri's stunning face. His pupils are blown wide, his lips swollen and slick from the kiss and he looks absolutely perfect. Viktor could just take him now: take him over to their bed and throw him down on the mattress but he doesn't. He wants to savour the moment and enjoy the sight of Yuuri bouncing up and down on his cock. Just the vision of Yuuri begging for it with those beautiful eyes of his is enough to still his hand for now.
"It seems I may have to teach you a lesson in patience," he says as he runs a gentle fingertip down Yuuri's cheek.
"Yes please."
"Go over to the bed and get on your hands and knees," Viktor orders.
Yuuri obediently pushes himself to his feet and makes his way over to their bed (on shaking legs, Viktor notes with a small swell of pride). As he watches him Viktor shrugs off his suit jacket and continues undoing the buttons on his shirt. By the time he has it open and off Yuuri is facing him on his hands and knees in the middle of their bed.
Viktor's eyes rake Yuuri's body, as if he were appraising him, and a visible shiver passes through his lover's body. He makes his way over, reaches out and runs a fingertip down Yuuri's spine. This earns him another shiver and he lets out a soft breathy laugh.
"You're so very sensitive," he says.
All Yuuri can do is moan softly in response as that finger snakes round to his stomach before Viktor palms his cock through his boxers. His head is spinning, his skin feels like it's on fire and he needs Viktor to do more than just tease him although he knows that isn't going to happen. He's getting a lesson in patience so he will have to be patient.
The hand pressed against his cock is suddenly gone and a soft whine escapes his throat. Viktor chuckles before hooking a finger inside the waistband of Yuuri's boxers and snapping them against his skin. He pulls back momentarily, making sure he's in Yuuri's field of vision as he unbuckles his belt and makes a show of pulling it out of the loops. Should have save binding his hands for the belt... that tie would make a lovely gag.
With the belt gone Viktor rids himself of his trousers just as quickly. He hears Yuuri's breath catch in his throat and is filled with another tiny stab of pride. He can render Yuuri speechless by undressing. Yuuri has the exact same power over him but it's still a wonderful ego boost.
"How are you doing Yuuri?" Viktor asks.
"F... fine," Yuuri stammers.
"Really?" Viktor asks, amused, "because it sounds as if you're getting a little hot and bothered. Am I going to have to punish you for lying to me?" He reaches down and grasps a handful of Yuuri's backside.
"Oh god, Viktor please!"
"Yes Yuuri?"
"I need more, please!"
Viktor chuckles. "Do you really think you're in any position to be asking me for anything?"
"Viktor..."
"Especially as you seem to have forgotten my one rule for tonight. I can't reward you if you don't behave?" Viktor smirks as he palms the firm flesh of Yuuri's backside.
"Sorry sir," Yuuri gasps.
Viktor places a kiss between his shoulder-blades. "It's quite alright," he says, "that dance more than made up for it. Although I am wondering what I want to do with you now."
"I... I can think of a few things," Yuuri says on a breathy chuckle.
"Oh really?" Viktor asks as he begins to trail kisses down Yuuri's spine. "Anything you'd like to share?"
"Well I'd very much like to please you sir," Yuuri says.
Viktor slips his hand inside Yuuri's boxers and hums in his ear. "You're certainly doing that." He pushes Yuuri's boxers down so that they bunch around his knees before he pulls his cheeks apart and licks a long wet strip over his skin.
The effect is instantaneous and Yuuri screams, fingers clutching the sheets as he presses his face into the mattress to try and keep himself quiet as Viktor's tongue keeps up its relentless assault. Viktor can feel him trembling from the tight grip on his thighs and the muffles whimpers go straight to his dick.
"Don't hide your voice love," he says. "I want to hear you."
He dives in to give Yuuri another lick, earning himself another heated moan, before he pulls away. He reaches over to the beside table and rummages around in the bottom draw until he finds a bottle of lubricant. Swiftly he coats his fingers in it and sinks one of them into Yuuri, lavishing his tongue over the sensitive skin again.
"Oh god!" Yuuri moans, fingers clutching harder at the sheets as Viktor swiftly adds a second finger. "Oh fuck!"
A smirk spreads over Viktor's lips as he continues to work Yuuri open. He knows exactly what to do to make Yuuri weak and begging for him and, judging by the sounds spilling from those beautiful lips, he's very close to breaking. Viktor adds a third finger and presses a sloppy kiss to the base of Yuuri's spine.
"You're doing so well Yuuri," he purrs.
"Ah! Please..." Yuuri moans as Viktor gives his fingers a good hard thrust into him, just barely brushing his prostate.
"Please what Yuuri?" Viktor asks, smirking. He knows the feisty part of Yuuri is all set to snap 'you know damn well what' but he's feeling like a bastard and he wants to hear Yuuri say it. "If you don't tell me what you want then I can't give it to you."
"Please... ah! Oh god, please fuck me," Yuuri chokes out as Viktor continues thrusting his fingers into him – making it difficult on purpose just to watch his squirm.
Viktor's hand suddenly stills inside him. Yuuri wiggles his hips, trying to fuck himself on Viktor's fingers but Viktor grips his hips tightly to stop him. With his fingers still buried inside him Viktor begins to slowly trail light, butterfly kisses up Yuuri's spine until he reaches his ear. He gives the shell a playful nip and that earns him another delicious moan.
"I don't think I will," he says and he loves the agonised little whimper that rips itself from Yuuri's throat. "I think I'd rather have you sit on my dick and get yourself off."
Oh fuck!
Viktor takes hold of Yuuri's chin and tilts his head up so that he can pull him into a deep kiss. "Now ride me," he orders.
"Y... yes sir," Yuuri stammers.
Viktor places a kiss behind Yuuri's ear. "Good boy."
Yuuri bites down on a whine of protest as Viktor pulls his fingers out. He just about has enough about him to reposition himself on the bed and kicks off his boxers. He watches as Viktor takes a condom out of the draw, tears the packet open and puts it on. As he picks up the lube, squirts some onto his hand and coats himself in it all Yuuri can do is stare. This is the most stunning thing I could ever see.
Viktor lies down on the mattress, positioning himself in the middle of the bed. He smiles at Yuuri, looking so effortlessly beautiful he's almost ethereal and Yuuri's heart skips.
"Come here," he says.
Unable to speak Yuuri nods and just about manages to push himself to his feet. He straddles Viktor's hips and allows himself to be positioned over Viktor's cock, the tip begins to press into him and Viktor grips his hips hard enough to bruise. Yuuri braces his hands on Viktor's chest and slowly begins to sink down until Viktor is completely buried inside him.
"Oh god!" Yuuri moans softly, trembling as he feels Viktor pulse inside him. Gentle fingers rub soothing circles on his hips and he just about manages to crack his eyes open.
"You look so good like this Yuuri," Viktor says.
With what looks like a great deal of effort Yuuri begins to thrust up and down on Viktor's cock. It's awkward with his hands still bound but he uses their position on Viktor's stomach to help himself ride him. Viktor's eyes rake up Yuuri's body and he really is a sight to behold: head tossed back, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut and a sheen of sweat blooming on his perfect skin.
"Fuck Yuuri!"Viktor chokes out as Yuuri begins to ride him harder. "You're so beautiful, so good, so perfect..."
"Viktor!" Yuuri pants. "You feel so good inside me..."
Babbled words of praise and adoration slip into native languages as both Yuuri and Viktor get closer to their ends. Yuuri wishes he could touch himself, knowing it would give him the final push he needs but with his hands tied he can't and tears of frustrated pleasure begin to prick the corners of his eyes. Just a little more...
"You close?" Viktor asks through the haze of lust.
"Yeah," Yuuri pants out a response. "You?"
"So close," Viktor says. He grabs Yuuri's hips and uses his grip on them as leverage so he can thrust up into him and meet his thrusts dead on. Yuuri is a screaming, begging mess above him and he wants that image burned into his brain forever.
"V... Viktor please," Yuuri all but screams, "please sir, please touch my cock!"
"No," Viktor says and just about manages to smirk, "I want to see you cum just from having me inside you."
Yuuri could cry at his words so he tries his best to slam himself down onto Viktor's cock. He's so close and Viktor feels so good inside him and it's all too much.
"Oh god Viktor!"
"Cum for me Yuuri," Viktor says as he thrusts up into him one final time and Yuuri cums, with a strangled, broken cry of his name. Viktor continues to thrust up into him until he reaches his peak – just feeling Yuuri tighten around him and seeing him coming apart has Viktor reaching his own end as well. As they ride out their pleasure Viktor sits up and wraps his arms around Yuuri's neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
Still buried inside him Viktor reaches down to undo the tie around Yuuri's wrists. He brings them up to his lips and lavishes the red marks with kisses. He feels a little guilty but at the same time there is a tiny stab of smugness that he's made Yuuri strain against his bonds so much he's marked him, albeit momentarily.
"Hey beautiful," he whispers against Yuuri's skin as he looks up into Yuuri's slightly hazy eyes.
"Hey," Yuuri says a little shyly. He's so cute when he gets all shy like this.
"How was that for you?"
"Wow..." It's the only response Yuuri can give as Viktor has rendered him virtually incapable of thought.
Viktor chuckles. "That was amazing. You were perfect."
"Thanks," Yuuri says blushing and looking away. Viktor takes hold of his chin and turns his head so he can press another kiss to those perfect lips.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Viktor asks as he pulls away.
"Always."
"I mean the pole dance," Viktor clarifies chuckling.
"I did, yeah," Yuuri says after a short pause.
"Really?"
Yuuri blushes and looks down. "I liked the way you looked at me while I was dancing."
"I look at you like that no matter what you're doing," Viktor says.
Yuuri's blush deepens. "But it still felt good."
Viktor kisses his cheek. "You know I really should have taken some photos of you up there, I'd love to be able to flick through them when I'm on my own. Any chance of getting another dance?"
"No," Yuuri grins.
"What?!"
"If you wanted photos you should have thought of that while I was up there."
"You wound me Yuuri," Viktor says placing his hand theatrically over his heart. "You mean this was a one time thing only."
"I didn't say that," Yuuri says, that grin spreading. "I've danced for you, I think it's only fair that you return the favour before I do it again."
"Oh really?" Viktor says, raising an eyebrow and smirking, which Yuuri returns. Now there's a thought...
"How long do you get to keep the pole for?"
"I'm pretty sure I can convince Chris to let us keep it for the rest of the week."
"Fantastic."