Welcome back and now this story has smut in it *dying from embarrassment* Seriously, I wrote part of this at my grandmother's and I was ready to faint every time someone looked over at me... anyway I hope it was worth it! I tried to make it as much like a first time as possible and this is the first time I've tried smut, let alone gay smut, so I hope it works.
Also somebody did point out that I've been spelling Yuuri's surname wrong the whole time... I guess I had katsudon on the brain? Anyway, the correct spelling will continue for the rest and I may go back and correct it later but I am quite lazy so don't get your hopes up. Review and enjoy please!
Victor and Yuuri both jumped as the insistent ringing filled the carriage, killing the content silence stone dead as they stared at each other in panic. Maccachin gave a yelp as he was unceremoniously shaken from their laps. He sat with his head on Yuuri's knee, whining to get back up but the distressed poodle wasn't given any attention as the two men looked down at Victor's vibrating pocket like the phone was about to leap out and bite them.
Neither of them moved until Yuuri gave a nervous "Victor…", prompting his boyfriend to finally dig in his pocket for the phone and press the call button. The moment the call connected, a loud bellow filled the carriage as a gruff voice screamed angrily from the other end.
"VICTOR! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! What are you playing at, running off and not telling us, we're all worried sick about you, we all thought you'd been abducted, don't you realise you're missing training-"
Victor winced as he held the phone up, holding it a few inches away from his ear so the volume of his father's voice didn't burst his eardrum. He could see Yuuri looking at him confused and he was suddenly very thankful that he didn't know Russian and couldn't understand the garbled shouting. As the rink was so international, most of the skaters spoke English to each other and so Yuuri and his friends from other countries hadn't grasped much of the native tongue.
"Papa…" He answered, cutting Yakov off in mid-rant. "Listen, I'm fine! I haven't been abducted at all, I'm doing this of my own free will!" He ran his hand through his fringe, ruffling it into a mess as Yuuri looked more and more anxious with each word. "I'm just taking a short break, I'll be back in a week, you don't need to worry about me!"
"A break!?" Yakov shouted, making both men wince at the new rage in his voice. "You can't afford a break now! The Grand Prix starts in a matter of weeks and you need to be on top form if you're going to win your third title…"
"It's OK, I'm going to still be training," Victor answered, unable to look round at Yuuri's concerned expression. This conversation was not going how he had planned. "I have Yuuri here with me so-"
"You WHAT?!" Yakov nearly screamed on the other side of the phone, making it almost jump from Victor's hand and Yuuri looked startled at the reaction his name had gotten. He was now looking at Victor like a realisation was dawning on him and Victor could feel his eyes burning into him. Oh God, he's going to figure out I forgot to leave the note… He thought as Yakov continued to berate him. "You ran away with that no-hope?! What are you playing at?! I told you, you weren't to see him and this is what you do?! How are you supposed to train with him leaching off you?!"
"Papa, listen…" Victor tried to plead with him but his voice was washed away as Yakov refused to stop.
"Enough with this nonsense Victor! I want you back home immediately! Where even are you?!"
"Papa…" Victor again tried to argue but he could already feel himself deflating; as he had thought, there was just no reasoning with Yakov when he was like this. He was trying to think of something to say, some way of charming his father to see his point of view but nothing was coming to him.
He had just opened his mouth to try and plead again when suddenly, a gloved hand shot in front of him, palm open as he gestured to take the phone. Victor followed the arm upwards to its owner and his mouth hung open when he saw Yuuri nod for him to hand it over. His mouth was set in a firm line and his eyes issued a command that made Victor hand over the phone wordlessly. A shiver went down his spine. It was rare when Yuuri would get like this, so commanding and sure of himself, but when he did, Victor became putty in his hands. He just couldn't resist him and he knew if he hadn't been sitting down at that moment his knees would have gone weak and given out under him.
He watched as Yuuri held the phone up to his own ear and then, to his total surprise, he started speaking in flawless Russian. "Hello, is this Victor's father?" He asked, his tone surprisingly calm as it firmly halted Yakov's angry speech. "This is Yuuri Katsuki speaking."
"What?" Yakov seemed stunned for a moment, utterly shocked that Yuuri had been bold enough to come on the line with him. However, he quickly recovered and shrieked at him "What is the meaning of this?! What have you done to my son?!"
Yuuri gave a little low chuckle that sent another shudder through Victor. "I couldn't do anything with your son," He answered, once again making the other voice go silent. "You and I both know how well he follows orders. He wanted to come with me to my hometown to meet my parents and I thought it would be a good idea. That is what couples do, isn't it?"
"Couples?!" Yakov sounded close to a heart attack as the word echoed around the carriage and Victor clapped his hands over his mouth in total amazement. "What do you mean couple?! You two aren't-"
"I'm afraid we are." Yuuri said smoothly, not even sounding perplexed. "I was hoping Victor would have told you instead, he was meant to leave you a note," He turned his head and aimed a glare at Victor who gave a small squeak at the look in his brown eyes. "But it seems like he left that to me. I'm sorry about that, you know how forgetful he can be. Anyways, we have to go. See you in a week!"
Yuuri garbled out the last lines, his confidence beginning to falter and as Yakov started to yell again, he almost dropped the phone in his fumbling haste to end the call. After pressing the button, he sank back into the seat, letting out a long breath as he chucked the phone to Victor like it was a live bomb. He then covered his face with his hands and let out a long groan.
"Oh shit, oh shit, what did I just do…?" He angled his head to peer at Victor through the gaps in his fingers and scowled when he saw the Russian man was grinning madly at him. "Victor, why didn't you stop me?"
"Because that was amazing!" Victor exclaimed proudly, throwing his arms around Yuuri and displacing Maccachin again who then seemed to give up and just dropped to the floor over their feet. "Nobody's ever stood up to him like that before! Didn't you hear him, he was speechless! And you speaking Russian like that…" He purred into his ear, making Yuuri twitch as he felt his warm breath there. "It was super sexy Yuuri. Where did you learn to speak like that?"
He could see Yuuri flush crimson again as he gave his answer through his fingers. "I took some classes with Phichit and he helped me find an online course. We both thought, since we are living here, we might as well learn the language." He then blushed even more as his fingers closed up even tighter. "And I thought it would be nice if I could speak your language to you rather than just in English all the time."
"Oh Yuuri!" Victor gushed, hugging him even tighter as he beamed at him. "That's so sweet of you! You are just too cute!"
"Victor! You can't get out of this that easily!" Yuuri promptly pushed his way out of his boyfriend's embrace, fixing him with a glare to show he wasn't messing around. "Don't you realise what just happened? Your entire family now thinks I stole you away from them and your father's going to be after my blood!"
"Well, you did steal my heart…" Victor replied with a teasing smile but he instantly dropped when Yuuri gave him another scowl. He really was mad.
"This isn't funny!" He snapped, sounding more pissed off than Victor had ever heard him sound before. "I told you so many times not to forget that note! Now they're really going to hate me! They already think I'm just here because you're Victor Nikiforov! Urgh, I can't believe this!"
He gave a long groan again as he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up even further as Victor sat there dumbly. His arms were still raised like he was about to hug him but he held back from it, thinking it would only enrage him further. He had no idea what to do in a situation like this. He was so happy and bubbly all the time, he just didn't know how to react when somebody was upset or cross like this, especially when it was directed at him. "I'm sorry Yuuri," He finally said, his voice small against the rattling of the metal cage around them. "I really am."
Yuuri looked over at him, his face a little softer though he still looked mad. "I know."
Victor reached out and took his hand, not daring to do anymore as they both stared straight ahead. They didn't speak for the rest of the journey.
OOO
They made it to their hotel for the night late that evening. The sky was rippled with the blood red of sunset as they finally checked in, Yuuri taking both of their suitcases as Victor went to collect their room key. They were both silent as they rode the lift to one of the upper floors with Maccachin bouncing around their feet, the air around them still a little tense as Victor keep shooting worried looks at Yuuri. Their conversations all day had been short and curt, partly due to the events of the morning but also, he knew they were both tired. They had spent the whole day travelling, first on the train, then taking various buses and trams until they reached their hotel.
Thankfully, Victor had found one that was located right next to the airport so they wouldn't have to go far in the morning to catch their flight to Japan. Because they were now on the coast, it also meant their flight wouldn't be too long and they would both be in Japan by tomorrow afternoon. The thought made Victor smile. Now that they were finally on the road, he felt excited at the thought of seeing where Yuuri grew up and experiencing it all. He had already looked up several spots where he could take some good selfies and he was desperate to try some authentic katsudon. Yuuri had made him some one day whilst they had been making their plans and he had thought it was delicious but Yuuri had said it was nothing compared to his mother's. That had only made Victor even more eager for the trip.
They found their room without any hassle at the end of a long corridor and gratefully fell inside. The room was simple and clean, a large double bed sitting squarely in the centre with a wardrobe and chest of drawers against the wall opposite it and the door to the small bathroom on the right. Yuuri went a little pink when he saw the sprawling bed but Victor didn't see it as he went to close the dark green curtains over the window and turn on the table lamp by the bed.
"You use the bathroom first," He addressed Yuuri, making him jump a little as he was lost in thought. "I'll start unpacking."
"You sure?" Yuuri asked but Victor was already ushering him towards the bathroom and handing him a towel.
"I insist. Besides, I need you to test the water for me."
He gave another teasing smile as Yuuri rolled his eyes and swiped the towel from him before he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He could hear Victor humming outside as he opened their cases and found their night things and he gave a small smile before he stepped under the rush of water. He was pleased to find the water was blissfully warm and he groaned happily as it ran over his tired limbs, washing away the grime and musty air of all the public transport they had been on all day. He had hated the smell of some of the buses they had been on; they had reeked of cigarette smoke and days-old greasy food. He would have usually burrowed into Victor and inhaled his smell instead but he still felt uneasy about showing any public affection and he was still annoyed at him so that had regretfully ruled out that option.
He washed his hair and body with the hotel soaps he found and quickly dried himself so Victor could take his turn. "Could you pass me some clothes?" he called through the door and after a minute, it opened a crack and a slender pale hand passed him a pair of black boxers. Yuuri sighed. "And the rest of them!" He giggled when he heard Victor curse on the other side of the door before he, somewhat reluctantly, passed him the grey t-shirt and dark green sweatpants he wore as pyjamas. He slipped them on, shivered a little as the cool fabric hit his skin before he opened the door and stepped out.
"Bathroom's free." He announced, making Victor look up from the bed where he was setting out some clothes for them to wear tomorrow. He had already set out Maccachin's dog bed in the corner and the poodle was already curled up on it, happily sleeping under the blanket Victor had tucked him in with. "I'll finish this up."
"OK." Victor smiled, feeling slightly pleased at how domestic the scene was; they were acting like a couple who had been on holiday with each other a million times before. He waltzed past him as he grabbed a towel, disappearing into the bathroom and stripping before the door was fully closed with a sly look in his eyes that he directed over his shoulder at a flustered Yuuri.
"Victor!" Yuuri huffed, almost slamming it shut and hearing Victor laughing on the other side. He shook his head slightly at his antics as he started to move the clothes over to the chest of drawers, sorting out what they would need for the morning so they would only need to get dressed and go. The task was completed in only a few minutes and once it was done, Yuuri collapsed onto the bed, feeling himself sink into the mattress as he finally allowed himself to relax. He could just about hear the running of the water over Victor humming in the shower and he smiled almost dizzily. He was really here with Victor. They were really going to Japan together. It all hit him at once again and he had to cover his face again as he felt overwhelmed. Just being with Victor sometimes, having him kiss and touch him felt unreal; now that they were here, alone together, it felt like a dream he was going to wake up from at any second. The pleasure of having Victor all to himself for a week with no need to hide made him more excited than he could ever have imagined but coupled with his usual anxiety and now the looming threat of Victor's father potentially planning to murder him, it all just felt like too much.
He buried his face in the covers with a low moan. How had he got himself in this mess again?
The fact that he was with Victor Nikiforov, the Victor Nikiforov, still sometimes felt like a fantasy. When they had kissed for the first time, both of them lying on the ice with the coldness seeping into their bones, he had kept his eyes open as if he was making sure he didn't disappear in a puff of smoke. Victor hadn't seen, his own eyes closed in pure bliss as he had kissed Yuuri breathless and when he had pulled away, about to stammer an apology, Yuuri had been so desperate to stop him that he had kissed him back, forcing those lips back to his in a way that was completely out of character but had still felt so right. Their mutual attraction to each other had then been confirmed on the ice but Yuuri still even now got anxious about waking up one morning to find Victor gone. Deep down, he knew it wouldn't happen, Victor was always reassuring him of that with his short sweet kisses and the lingering touches to his face and hands that lasted way longer than it should, but he still felt it, like he was subconsciously setting himself up for a betrayal. That was something he couldn't help; he always seemed to be setting himself up for failure.
He could remember being nine years old, hanging out with his friend Yuuko, his longest and really his only friend from his childhood. Funnily enough, it had been skating that had gifted him his first friend; they had met at the rink where Yuuko's parents worked and grown close after the feisty eleven-year-old had defended him from a group of older boys. He had only skated for fun then, he spent more time working on his ballet at that point in his lie and he had often imagined that if he hadn't gone into competitive skating, he would have ended up a dancer. But then one day, Yuuko had dragged him to the rink and the back room where her parents and put a TV and it was there were the two of them had watched their first Junior Championships, staring wide-eyed at the screen enraptured by the performances. Yuuri had already been spellbound by it but then a slim, silver-haired boy had taken his position on the ice and time seemed to stop as Yuuri lost all focus on the world around him.
The boy had moved like a melody; his arms and legs followed the music like an avid worshipper and with his long silver hair flowing behind him like a veil, he almost looked like a nymph as he flew across the ice. Yuuri had been unable to stop watching, even when Yuuko screamed and babbled next to him, and when the boy had won and been crowned with a garland of flowers, blue to match his cornflower eyes, Yuuri decided he would one day glide on the ice alongside him.
He took his skating more seriously after that, going to the rink every day and using his ballet training on the ice to give him an edge. He quickly got noticed and by the time he was fourteen, he too was competing and moved to Detroit which was where he met his skating best friend Phichit. His idol remained Victor all through his career; he had even covered his walls with his posters though that memory now made him cringe. Then at eighteen, he had gotten his big chance; he had made it to the Grand Prix final, he was going to compete against Victor, Phichit and his family were all supporting him back home… everything was going perfectly.
And then he had blown it.
His nerves had gotten the better of him and he had spent the day before the final began panicking. He had tried to calm himself down by eating but that had only made him feel bloated and then when he had tried to sleep, he had been called by his parents who told him his beloved toy poodle Vicchan had died. He had spent the night sobbing into his pillow and the following day, he fell more times than he could count. He could remember the burning embarrassment standing on the ice after his pitiful performance and he had gone to cry in the toilets afterwards. To no one's surprise, he came dead last. He had never felt more humiliated in his life and at the following banquet, he had been too upset to talk to anyone and had hoped he could just hide in the corner, drinking champagne until he forgot everything.
Well, he guessed that had somehow happened.
He could remember nothing of the banquet night but from what little he had heard, the last thing he had done was hide in the corner. He really should have known, he thought, he had seen his father raging drunk enough times to know he had the potential to go overboard when drunk but at the time he just hadn't been thinking. Still, he was thankful for one thing; Victor had since told him that was the night he had first fallen for him and the idea that he, a dime-a-dozen skater from Japan, had seduced the great Russian legend, still seemed baffling to him. He smiled into the sheets. He wasn't going to start complaining about it though.
It was his best friend Phichit who had nudged him back into skating. He had been seriously thinking about quitting altogether until the Thai boy had firmly stepped in. Through a combination of persuading, bribing, threatening and occasionally downright begging, he had not only made Yuuri continue skating but had also encouraged him to find a new rink to practise at, one with less memories and distractions. He was certain now that he had planned this all along; Phichit may look innocent but when he wanted something to happen, he would do anything to ensure it did. That day when they had turned up at the rink for the first time, only to witness Victor in the middle of his training had felt mortifying to him. He had stood like a statue by the edge of the rink, watching as the man moved, lost in the music and removed from everything around him. Yuuri could have watched him all day but then he and Phichit had been spotted, Victor's trance had been broken and he had looked over at him… and the rest had now become history.
Over the past year, his image of Victor as his idol as changed significantly. He still looked up to him but Victor was no longer that ethereal nymph that had seemed to come from another world. He had fleshed out as Yuuri had uncovered more and more of his personality. Yes, Victor Nikiforov could be beautiful and tender and affectionate but he could also be childish, dramatic, full of energy that never seemed to end and it was clear he was used to being the favourite child though Yuuri wouldn't go as far to say he had been spoilt. His plaster-cast version of the man had been completely shattered but he was happier for it; from those fragments, a man had emerged who was still the most amazing person Yuuri had ever known and the fact that he loved Yuuri as much as Yuuri loved him still sent a shiver of joy through him when he thought about it.
That was why he had wanted Victor to come to Japan and meet his family, to prove how serious they were, Yuuri thought as he shot a quick glance at the bathroom door. He could still hear the shower going as he sat up and reached for his overnight bag that he had put on the chest of drawers. He dragged it across the sheets before he sat it on his lap, finding the zip on the tiny side pocket and pulling it open slowly so it wouldn't disturb the sleeping Maccachin and make him run over to see what it was. He held his breath as he opened up the little secret pocket but he let it out again in relief when he saw a glimmer of gold from the black depths. He had another motive for bringing Victor to come to Japan. He wanted to officially make him his.
The thought made him blush deep red as he took out the golden ring and sat it on his open palm. He had deliberately gone as far out into St Petersburg as he possibly could to avoid being spotted by anyone he knew and his face had been lobster-coloured for the entire time he was in the small shop. Thankfully, the old lady behind the counter, who had welcomed him eagerly into her shop almost as if she knew exactly what he had come for, had been very helpful and he had left with a ring he knew was perfect. The shining metal felt cool on his skin and he smiled when he pictured it gleaming on Victor's hand. He wanted to show Victor how much he meant to him and if they could go back to Russia engaged, maybe his family would see that. The question was, he didn't know how Victor would react. He had always been the one to steer their relationship and Yuuri had been his obedient follower, only stopping to put the brakes on when he thought they were going too fast. Would he see this as too soon? Would he resent Yuuri trying to take control? More questions only fuelled the unease in his stomach but he tried hard not to listen to his doubts, instead focusing his attention back on the gold ring. He was going to make his proposal so perfect Victor would have to say yes. The only question was how…
He heard a creaking as the bathroom door opened and Yuuri almost jumped off the bed as he raced to hide the ring, clutching his fingers around it as he hid it behind his back and turned to the door.
"Yuuri?" Victor's voice called out as he opened the door, allowing the warm steam to escape and caress Yuuri's face. He was dressed in just a towel which he had tied in a knot around his waist, leaving his sculpted torso exposed. The sight of Victor's half-naked body would usually have been enough to have Yuuri blushing and stammering as he averted his eyes but in that moment, he was too focused to keeping the ring hidden that he almost forgot to be flustered. "Is everything OK?"
"Yes, everything's fine!" Yuuri blurted out a little too quickly as he bent down to put his bag on the floor, quickly placing the ring back in its pocket and shoving the bag under his bed before Victor could see it. He straightened back up with a hidden sigh of relief only to see Victor was staring at him with a dejected look on his face.
"You're not still mad at me, are you?" He asked, sitting tentatively on the edge of the bed opposite Yuuri so the pair of them were twisting their bodies to look at each other. He leaned in, hoping for a kiss and Yuuri gave a small sigh.
"I'm not mad at you Victor," He answered, pecking at the corner of Victor's mouth and smiling a little at how his eyes lit up. "I'm just worried, that's all. Your family thinks I've kidnapped you and they're really going to be furious with me when we get back." He lowered his head, staring down at the sheets as he crumpled them in his tight fists. "I'm scared they're never going to accept me now, your father especially. He's always going to think I'm unworthy of you and-"
"You worry too much Yuuri," Victor cut cleanly over his ramblings as he felt cool fingers underneath his chin. They guided him to look back up into his crystal blue eyes before his thumb ran soothingly over his cheek, cool against the heated pink skin. "Everything will be fine. I'm certain they will come to love you just as much as I do. They just need some time to get used to it."
Yuuri chuckled a little. "I think they might need all the time in the world for that Victor."
"That's OK," Victor replied, edging closer and closer to Yuuri until their noses were brushing against each other. "You're worth the wait."
Their lips met in what was now a familiar dance, moving languidly against each other as they savoured the moment. It almost felt strange that they could relax into it, not having to keep an ear out for anyone wandering the rink. Usually they could only steal kisses in corners or lingeringly touch when out of sight at their evening practises; this time together was a luxury they had never had before and both of them were determined to use it.
Victor crawled over the bed to get closer to Yuuri, never breaking the contact of their mouths as the towel around his waist came undone and slipped from his damp skin to the floor. It laid there, crumpled and forgotten as the Russian wrapped his arms around Yuuri, angling his head and moaning when he felt Yuuri's fingers gently run through his hair, tugging at the slick strands that slid through his fingers like silk. He gently pushed Yuuri back, following him down until his head hit the pillow before climbing over him and momentarily pulling his head back. Yuuri's eyes opened and for a second, both of them were incredibly aware of the fact Victor was lying on top of him without a stitch of clothing to cover his clear arousal. It felt so strange, Victor moved to climb off him but at once, Yuuri pulled him back down, almost bruising his mouth with the force of his kisses.
"Please," He whispered against his skin as his strong arms held him there. "I… don't want to stop now… please?"
His voice almost nervously broke on the last word and Victor knew he couldn't deny him. Their mouths moved more passionately as Yuuri' hands trailed from his hair down Victor's body and Victor dragged his fingers under the hem of Yuuri's t-shirt, pushing it up to his chest and making the grey fabric bunch under his chin. For a few minutes, they kissed on autopilot as they explored each other's bodies, mapping out every dip and smooth curve, as well as every spot that made the other gasp or grit their teeth.
"Yuuri…" Victor moaned as he moved his lips down to Yuuri's neck and shoulders, almost ripping the t-shirt there in his haste to remove the barrier that was keeping him from his love. Once it was gone and thrown across the room, he nipped and sucked at every inch of soft skin he could see, grinning as red marks bloomed on the pale canvas and Yuuri threw his head back to give him more access. "Yuuri…"
"Victor…" Yuuri's voice was so soft and husky, Victor wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been so close and his tone almost made him growl. "I want you… to…" He covered his mouth with his hand before he could finish, going red as Victor lifted his head and tried to peel it away.
"Oh no you don't my little katsudon," He purred, succeeding in dragging Yuuri's hand away before he started to kiss at the pad of each finger, murmuring all the sweet pet names he could think of with each gentle press. "Сахарок, Слоненок, дорогой…"
He could see Yuuri getting redder with each word and he hid a devious smile behind his fingers as he kissed them once more. He knew Yuuri liked hearing him speak Russian and he had used that fact to full advantage many times in the past; it had always worked to get Yuuri to do anything he wanted. He could already see the man breaking as he writhed under him, making Victor swallow a moan as he brushed his groin and sent pleasure shooting up his spine. He leaned in over him, his eyes gleaming turquoise and looking luminous in the paltry light from the bedside lamp and the faint glow from the bathroom where the light snuck in from the door.
"What do you want from me Yuuri?"
"I…" Yuuri squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a quick gasp of breath before he blurted out what he wanted. "I want you to… make love to me Vitya!"
He opened his eyes and would have gone to cover his mouth again but Victor had beaten him to it, raining kisses down on his face like he was a dying man and Yuuri was his salvation. It took Yuuri a moment to get over his shock and reciprocate but when he did, they both moaned as their tongues lapped at each other, moving in a frenzy as they both felt themselves loose the careful control they had had to build around themselves for so long.
"Yuuri… you're going to be the death of me," Victor gasped out when they both pulled back for air, his breaths thick and heavy and his blue eyes clouded. He looked into Yuuri's and saw the brown of his irises looked ablaze with desire, leaving him with no doubt to what he wanted, though he still asked as he pulled his sweatpants down his muscular legs and let a finger tease at the seam of his ass.
"Are you sure about this Yuuri?"
He gasped again as Yuuri's arms clamped around his neck, smashing their foreheads together with a jolt and a cracking sound that echoed through the room. It also jerked Victor's arm, making him probe a finger at Yuuri's entrance and causing a moan to slip from the Japanese skater's lips as he pressed himself closer to Victor.
"I'm sure Victor," Yuuri close to growled, his tone alone making Victor's head feel lighter. "I want you to take me. Please?"
The question, coupled with the little innocent look Yuuri tilts at him through dipped eyelashes would have felled even a strong man and in that moment, Victor was anything but strong. Already feeling weak, Victor dived for another kiss as he stretched him, soaking up Yuuri's moans and hitched breaths like they were water on his parched throat. He worked at Yuuri until he was thrusting three fingers inside him and Yuuri was grinding down on him, making their oozing cocks rub against each other.
Victor pulled them out and had to chuckle at the cross pouting look Yuuri shot at him. "Patient much." He smiled at him as he freed himself from the man's grip and leaned back to search for the condoms and lube he had packed. He had brought them a while back but he hadn't thought he would get the opportunity to use them this early on their break. Still he wasn't complaining. He sat back between Yuuri's legs and he could feel the brown eyes devouring him as he tore the condom packet with his teeth and warmed a blob of the liquid in his palms. He rubbed it over himself, hissing at the feeling on his so far neglected shaft before he pulled Yuuri closer so the tip was pressing at his entrance.
"Yuuri…" He panted out in what was meant to be a warning but his boyfriend had already taken matters into his own hands. With both his heels placed firmly on Victor's ass cheeks, he kicked his legs to force him inside, almost taking his entire shaft inside in one snap. Both of them loudly groaned before Yuuri sat up in an astonished Victor's lap, using his body to hold himself up. He looked down at him with a small smirk on his face, taking a moment to brush Victor's silver hair from his eyes before he whispered in his ear, his voice low and seductive.
"I don't want you to tease me Victor. Like you said, I'm not a patient man." He smiled as he could feel Victor trembling beneath him, sweat pooling on his forehead with the effort of keeping his composure. "I'm also not made of glass Victor." His voice dropped another octave and got darker, giving Victor the feeling that the darkest bitterest chocolate was being poured into his ear. "Take. Me. Now."
Something snapped inside of Victor as he threw both of them forwards, sending Yuuri toppling back onto the bed as he grabbed his wrists and held them prisoner above his head. "I knew you could do Eros, Yuuri…" Victor whispered, still grinning as he started a steady rhythm with his hips. "What did I tell you?"
Yuuri let out a long moan that would have liquefied Victor bones if he had been standing before he gave him an annoyed look. "Will you stop talking and get on with it?"
Victor didn't need telling twice. He started pounding harder and harder into Yuuri, both of them panting as their sweaty bodies slid against each other. Victor's hold on Yuuri's wrists didn't last long and Yuuri once again caught Victor's head in a vice-like grip and held him close, both helplessly muttering in their native languages as they got closer to their climaxes. The garbled Russian and Japanese mixed in their mouths as their lips lazily slipped over each other, barely kissing as they felt pressure build up inside them, threatening to explode. Victor's thrusts became harder and more erratic as they both edged closer to release, both on the brink on losing it.
In the end, it was Yuuri who came first after a hard thrust that hit directly on his prostate and made him see stars. He let out a loud cry before lowered his head onto Victor's shoulder and, without any warning, sunk his teeth into the skin as he rode out his orgasm. The sharp shock of the pain with the intense pleasure of Yuuri tightening around him sent Victor spiralling over the edge as well, causing him to give a low moan as he shallowly thrusted in the burst of ecstasy he felt spasming through his body. They both collapsed onto their sides, still clinging to each other as they fought to caught their breaths and relax their abused lungs. For a moment, the only sounds that echoed through the hotel room were their long laboured gasps but they soon relaxed and they found themselves staring at each other with sappy smiles on their faces. Victor gave a small giggle, trying to hide it behind his hand but Yuuri noticed it and pulled it back from his mouth with a quizzical expression.
"What?"
"It's nothing." Victor insisted, using his thumb to rub away the concerned creases on his face. "It's just… we just had sex Yuuri."
"Yeah we did." Yuuri could feel his cheeks going pink as it dawned on him too and suddenly both of them were giggling like teenage girls as they cuddled closer. "Oh god, I just had sex with Victor Nikiforov!" He went to laugh again but then he spotted the red teeth marks he had left embedded in Victor's shoulder and gave a high-pitched squeak that made Maccachin lift his head up from his bed in the corner. "Oh shit, I bit you! I'm so sorry-"
Victor quickly stopped his apology with a kiss, grinning manically as he drew back. "Don't be," He said mischievously. "I quite liked it."
He winked and that finished Yuuri off completely. "Victor…" He groaned as he buried his head in Victor's chest, feeling the man's belly laugh rumble through him. "We need to go to sleep. We have a flight to catch tomorrow!"
"But it's not until later…" Victor protested but Yuuri used his own trick against him as he reached up and pecked his lips.
"Sleep." He ordered, wrapping the sheets around their bodies like he was trying to imprison them both before he curled his head into Victor's neck. The Russian could feel the purr of contentment he gave as Yuuri started to fall asleep and he curled his arms around him, the sticky mess covering them both forgotten as they fell into a deep satisfied sleep.
Сахарок/sakharok= sugar
Слоненок/slonenok= little elephant (I think this one is adorable)
Дорогой/dorogoy= darling
