Everything about Yuri was not Victor. His kisses were firmer, his body was smaller, he was shorter than Victor- and at that moment, Yuuri did not care. It was everything that Victor wasn't that he was appreciating at that moment. They stood in the mudroom of Yuuri's house, surrounded by shoes, and jackets, while clutching to one another.
Yuri bit at his bottom lip and Yuuri found his mouth opening, welcoming Yuri in. Their tongues twirled as their mouths could not get any tighter pressed together. Yuri tasted sweet, like a soft mint. It made him dizzy, he could not remember how long it had been since he had been kissed this deeply, this passionately. Yuuri had his hands in Yuri's hair, fingers tangled in the long blonde locks. Yuri's hands were wrapped around his back, clawing at his tshirt on his back.
"Are you sure?" Yuri breathed out to him.
"Not at all," Yuuri said back.
Yuri released his grip and stepped back, staring deep into his eyes. He could feel Yuri searching him over, silently asking him, questioning him. Those green eyes darkening as Yuri continue to stare into his eyes. All he had to do was nod, a barely there nod, his head scarcely moved, but it spoke loudly. Yuri took his hand, he allowed him to guide him to his bedroom. His and Victor's bedroom . Yuuri did not stop him and he stopped thinking about Victor for the moment.
"I can always leave," Yuri said.
"I… I don't want you too," Yuuri muttered.
Yuri stepped close again, sharing the breath escaping his mouth as he leaned in. This kiss was different, it was softer. For all the hard edges and anger that Yuri was, this was everything but. A whisper of a kiss, a secret between them two. Yuri did not touch him and he did not touch back, their bodies were close as Yuri leaned in, but nothing other their lips barely brushing each other was connected, he found his eyes closing, his lips chasing and wanting more. His body was signing and he was moments from trembling the more Yuri barely touched at his lips. As his eyes slowly closed, he heard the soft breathing of the man in front of him and only waited for another touch, another taste.
Yuuri balled his fist, he wanted to reach out, pull Yuri towards him, crush him and make him one with his being. A soft sigh escaping his mouth as Yuri teased his lips once again with his. Every ounce of resolve was gone, Yuuri felt his short nails imprinting them into the flesh of his palm as his lips were slowly teased, barely touched.
Opening his eyes, a glimpse of a smile graced that harsh face, turning it soft, inviting. Yuuri found himself smiling back, this was insane. This was wrong - he did not care. Taking that small step between them, cupping the back of Yuri's head again, he pressed his lips on Yuri's, his other hand wrapping around his thin waist, splaying his fingers on his lower back. Yuri arched his body into his as their mouths tugged and licked at each other. The kiss was not deep, their tongues barely making contact, but finding themselves gasping for air. Yuuri did not care if he passed out from lack of oxygen, his body starting to tremble as he held Yuri against him.
"Fuck," Yuri gasped out and put his hands to Yuuri chest.
The hands resting on his chest shook as their eyes locked again. Yuri pushed him back and he was worried that Yuri was changing his mind. The seconds moved slowly as Yuri stood there, within reach, but no longer touching. They had done nothing other than kiss, but there was a ghost in the room with the two. They both felt it.
"What are you thinking?" Yuuri asked quietly.
"Everything… nothing," Yuri replied.
They kept the distance between them, just a step apart. One step. It seemed so easy, so simple. But this one step spoke so much. It spoke for two families, it spoke for two marriages, it spoke for two friends… four friends, three daughters- this one step was more than just a simple step.
Yuuri stared into those green eyes, looking for the answer. He knew they had to be there. He always relied on Victor to answer everything for him when he was here, and with him gone, Yuri did the answering. He always allowed Yuri to lead him through the day, but what those eyes spoke were different. They wanted to be led. Yuri was not leading anymore. He might have come over, but he was asking the silent question, wanting an answer, needing confirmation of everything.
That one step seemed miles apart. Breaking the eye contact, Yuuri looked down to the floor, that step between them, Yuri's perfectly manicured toes digging into the soft carpet of his bedroom- Victor's and his bedroom . He could stop now, turn back, never taking this step, forgetting the kiss- the kisses. Those amazing kisses. How could he forget those?
"Tell me you don't want this," Yuuri whispered out. Afraid if he spoke too loud, it would come crashing around him.
Yuri shook his head, "I can't."
"Tell me this is wrong."
"It is."
Somehow the step seemed further away. Somehow Yuri was further away. They were both rooted to the carpet. The carpet that Yuuri and Victor had painstakingly picked out, in the bedroom they had planned together.
Yuri was so quiet, Yuri was never quiet. He could tell his mind was racing, he could almost hear his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, Yuuri shook his head and took that step. That one step that ignored two husbands, two families, three children. That one step that answered the questions between them.
Yuri's eyes grew big again, and his hand took his wrist, tight. Yuuri felt those thin long fingers wrap and squeeze around his wrist. He could feel Yuri's breath on his face, the warmth of his body so close- that one point where they were touching was smashing any question or any resolve they had.
"Please?" Yuuri whispered and rested his forehead against Yuri's.
A question with so many answers. Please what? Please continue? Please stop? Please leave and never come back? Please fuck me?
Yuri nodded and pulled at his wrist, guiding him to the bed. Their bed. Victor's bed . The bed they slept in together. The same bed they had made love in numerous times over the years. The bed that Victor now ignored him in. Settling on the bed, they laid on their sides, almost touching, still close. Yuri was on Victor's side of the bed, his head rested briefly on Victor's pillow.
"There's no turning back," Yuri whispered as he leaned in close again, their lips a breath away.
"I'm tired of always looking back," Yuuri said as he closed that space once more, his lips connecting with Yuri, tasting him, needing him.
Yuri was kissing him breathless again, there bodies still apart, their mouths soft and unsure. Each swipe of their tongue was allowing the other another moment to stop, to leave. Small suggestions of hesitation with each small movement.
Yuuri's body shivered and everything crumbled. Moaning out, he reached for Yuri and pulled him to his body. Those sharp lines, hard muscles and a scent of sandalwood and orchids. It was now or never.
Rolling onto his back, he wrapped his arms around Yuri and pulled him on his body. Time stopped, Yuri weighted dramatically less that Victor, the pressure on him was different, his body smaller, his golden hair tickling the sides of his face as he fell forward. Though only half of Yuri's body rested on his, he was craving more, wanting more. Feeling as time slowed and crawled around him, all of it in slow motion as Yuri deepened their kiss, tangling their tongues and sharing air. Their noses bumping against one another, looking for their rhythm.
Running his hands through the sides of Yuri's hair, he held it off his face, kissing him with his eyes open. Seeing his perfect beautiful face up close, a flush spreading on his cheeks. Yuri shifted his body on his, moving his hands to each side of Yuuri as he lift and settled between Yuuri's legs. Yuuri found his hips opening, inviting Yuri's body to press against his. As Yuri settled and shifted over him, Yuuri kept that golden hair locked between his fingers, connecting their mouths and shattering his mind.
Small, almost not there, their moans could barely be heard, they were felt between their chest as every obligation they had were tossed aside. Every moment in their past forgotten as Yuri pressed his body more and more on top of Yuuri. Their lips sliding against each other, hungry for more, greedy.
Yuri lifted briefly and grabbed the elastic band off his wrist and quickly tied his hair back. Laying there, Yuuri watched as those high cheekbones reflected shadows on his face, making Yuri looked haunted, beautiful. Holding his breath, he waited for that beauty to focus back down on him. That familiar smirk as those lips came closer, biting at his lower lip, no longer lingering, teasing.
Everything Yuri did was different from Victor. The way he plunged his tongue into his mouth like he owned him, the way he bit his lip, defying him to make it stop, the way his body demanded his attention. The hesitation from earlier gone, snapped and broken- shattered around the room with their vows. There was no turning back.
Another harsh bite at his lip and Yuuri hissed out. The vibrations from Yuri's chest as he chuckled vibrated through his body, setting his cock on fire. As Yuri rocked his hips against his, he felt it, the hard length pressed next to his, the friction between them as their hips slowly moved and their lips breaking apart. Moans that reached a louder decibel echoed through the room as their cocks rubbed through the fabrics.
Working his mouth around his jawline, wet and hot against Yuuri's skin- small whimpers working against him. Sounds he had not made in so long, places on his neck that had not been kissed in too long, Yuri scratched his teeth gently across his throat, licking at his Adam's Apple, pressing his tongue on the bone gently and sweeping around it. That mouth was fire against his neck, stealing any rational thought or idea. Lingering below his ear, that mouth soft and tender. It had been so long since Victor took the time to work those sensitive spots on Yuuri's neck, so long that have yearned to be kissed, bitten.
"Don't leave any marks," Yuuri breathed out.
"I'm not fucking stupid," was all that was growled in his ear, as the mouth worked lower, pulling the collar of his shirt down, teeth sinking into his shoulder. Crying out, Yuuri ran his hands down that slim muscular back. Victor's was a lot broader though firm and solid. Yuri was slimmer and more compact.
His shirt being pulled, Yuri lifted off of him and pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the floor, then pulled his own over his head. Running his hands over Yuri's chest, he felt the muscles cord and move under his palm. Yuri stayed elevated above him as Yuuri worked his hands, feeling, touching, caressing, pinching his nipples. Yuri's stare was intense and dark as he looked down on Yuuri. Grabbing his shoulders, Yuuri pulled him back down, so their chest mashed together, the warmth of their embrace heating steadily between the two.
Yuri seized his mouth again and stole the air from his lungs. These were different hands on his body, touching him differently, giving him attention. He found himself arching into the warm body above his as his head spun. His morals and vows all battling around him.
Yuuri was everything Otabek wasn't. It was not that he did not love his husband, he did, with everything in him. It was the only man he had ever been with, ever kissed, ever touched. Even before they got married, there was never a question there was anyone else for either one of them.
Yet here is was, topless and covering Yuuri's body with his own. Kissing those full lips that he had been staring at for weeks now. Lips swollen that smiled up at him. Every bite and nibble just made Yuuri's bottom lip fuller, he couldn't help but continue to torture it between his teeth.
Gasp and small moans danced around their bodies as Yuri worked his mouth over Yuuri's shoulder, running his hands down Yuuri's sides. Yuuri was in shape, but softer over the years. Otabek was firm, solid and his shoulders and chest broadened with age. Where Otabek had hair across his chest, Yuuri's was hairless.
He tasted different, his smell opposite of Otabek. There was no leather, no aftershave, no spice that was simply Otabek- this was all Yuuri, jasmine and citrus. Small cries and whimpers that sent shocks straight to his cock. It was not the deep throaty grunts or groans. None of it was the same. Otabek always took charge, commanding Yuri, taking Yuri, making him his own. With Yuuri is was different. He did not want to push him, he did not want to make do anything he didn't want, it was gentle at first, sweet- then turned demanding.
Yuri kissed him as if he needed the air from his lungs. His kissed his skin and rubbed his body as if was giving him life. Nothing about this was what it was with Otabek. He wanted to rule Yuuri, he wanted to make Yuuri his.
Subtle growls building in his throat as he started to kiss down Yuuri's body, those hands touching him as if to memorize his body. All he wanted to do was to taste every inch of Yuuri's skin, capture it all, claim it. Moving slowly down his body, Yuri loved the slight softness to Yuuri. He was firm still, yes, but there was something about how his hands sunk into his body when he grabbed that was driving him wild.
Dark nipples he bathed with his tongue and teased with his teeth. Delicious moans washed around the room as he tortured each one, feeling them pebble and peak in his mouth. Every sound Yuuri made was soaring through his body and his cock was straining. Hanging heavy between his legs as he rocked another time into Yuuri's hip. Their cocks continuing to brush next to each other. Hating to remove his hips from where they had fit so nicely, battling with his own mind as he wanted to taste more of Yuuri, he traveled further down.
There were no lines in Yuuri's stomach, though it was flat. Flat and soft, pliable under his mouth. He could suck on the flesh as he kissed further down, licking into his navel and blowing cool air behind it. He was met with Yuuri arching his back, displaying his upper body for him to take in, commit to memory. Another lick at his navel and Yuri continued, a slight dark whisper of hair that fell into his waistband as Yuri licked down it.
"We can still stop," Yuri said as he nosed at the elastic on Yuuri's pajama bottoms.
Yuuri had propped up on his elbows and looked down at him. His eyes dark and full of lust- Yuri could feel the longing in Yuuri, it poured out of his kisses, in his touches. Depraved for so long, Yuuri craved whatever Yuri would give him.
"Please…" Yuuri breathed out. His voice low and soft.
Hooking his fingers under the elastic, Yuri pulled the pants down with his boxers as he lifted his hips. Peeling his leggings off, Yuri knelt between Yuuri's legs, looking down at his throbbing hard cock. Swollen and red, moist at the tip, Yuri massaged the soft skin of Yuuri's hips and looked back up. Those dark brown eyes fixed on him, watching him.
To have and to hold… till death do us part. Yuuri moaned when he kissed his hip, that crease where his hip bone poke out a bit. Inhaling deeply, remembering the scent that was Yuuri. So badly he wanted to mark those hips, knowing in a few short days, Victor would be back, be in this bed, this very bed he was in now with Yuuri.
Yuuri's head fell back as he licked from the base to tip of his cock, bitter salt falling on his tongue. It was thick and it was not how Otabek tasted. Yuuri cock was thinner and a smaller than Otabek's but it fit Yuuri. He licked up and down, tasting all he could of Yuuri, relishing in the small moans and gasp at every swipe of his tongue.
He could drown in the little noises Yuuri made, he was not overly vocal, but soft and sweet. Everything Yuri did to him, his body was responding to, begging for more, thirsting for it all. Wrapping his mouth around the head of Yuuri's cock, he heard the long drawn out sigh from above as he gently sucked and twirled his tongue, lapping up the bitter salt from him.
"Yuri…" he heard breathed out and hands tangled in his hair he had pulled up.
For richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health. Yuuri fit easier in his mouth, he did not have to practically unhinged his jaw to take him down his throat.
"Ah! Yuri! I am not going to last!" he cried out.
Yuri wanted to taste him more, bring him to pleasure in his mouth, but those hands in his hair were pulling him away, pulling him off. As he lifted his mouth with a wet pop, Yuuri had sat up and pulled his mouth back to his. Hungry and needy kisses. Desperate for more.
"Please, Yuri," he begged into his mouth.
Yuuri's body stretched to the nightstand, grabbing for something and a bottle was pushed into his hands. Forcing Yuuri back to the mattress, Yuri uncapped the bottle and covered his fingers.
"Are you sure?" he did not know why he kept asking. Maybe it was for himself. The acknowledgement of what they were doing. An affirmation to continue or stop. He loved Otabek and as his glossy fingers reached down Yuuri's body, circling his tight muscle, the ring on his hand was heavy, the force of it pushing into Yuuri's body. Closing his eyes, he nestled into Yuuri's neck, smelling the citrus and jasmine as his fingers worked him slowly open.
He loved Otabek, he knew this. There was never a doubt. They fought when they were together and fucked to make up for the fighting. Otabek threw money at him and he bought worthless items to feel better. He had been left behind as Otabek lived out his dream, deserted.
Kissing Yuuri's neck more, he worked another finger in Yuuri, the soft heat sounding his fingers. He even felt different from Otabek, there was no way to explain it, but nothing about this was Otabek. The Otabek that bought his love and fucked his emptiness away.
They could stop now, they could call this all being lonely and away from their husbands. Both left behind so their husbands could give them everything. Was that what they really wanted? As he curled his fingers and heard the strangled cries from Yuuri, this was what they needed. They needed to be touched, they needed to be loved. They did not need credit cards that had no balances, they did not need houses with every updated electronic device or all the latest trends in clothes. They needed their husbands. They needed their husbands to love them physically.
"Hurry… please!" Yuuri whispered as he lightly sucked at his earlobe.
"Just a little more."
A small chuckle, "When did you become so patient?"
Yuri had no answer for that. With Otabek it was fast and it was hard. Sometimes he wanted the slightest bit of stretching so he could feel the burn, be reminded he had been touched, been loved. He did not want that with Yuuri. He wanted to take his time, open him slowly, tenderly. He was not sure if their resolve would ever break again, and he wanted to remember it. The kisses, the taste, the touches. He wanted to remember how Yuuri's back arched when he curled his fingers, how his ass clenched and milked his fingers. He did not want to forget.
Kissing him as he slid a third finger in, Yuuri was whimpering again against his lips. Yuri felt his cock leaking as it pressed against Yuuri's hip and knew Yuuri was ready, but he was being greedy, he wanted his fingers in him a moment more.
"Please…" the plea said against his lips.
Nodding his head, he kissed those swollen lips again and pressed his forehead to Yuuri. Their skin sticky with sweat. Locking into those brown eyes- eyes he had seen sparkle with happiness and cry from pain- those eyes pleading, begging for him now.
Getting the bottle, Yuri sat up and coated his cock. When Yuuri's hand grabbed him he found a moan escaping his lips.
"If you keep doing that, it will all be over," Yuri growled between his teeth. There was fire in Yuuri's touch and he was being engulfed in it.
Moving back between Yuuri's legs, he noticed how Yuuri's knees curled and his legs spread for him. On display, Yuri gasped as he looked down at the wet, stretched muscle. His mouth went dry and his tongue felt thick in his mouth. Squeezing the base of his cock, he leaned down and lined the head of his cock to Yuuri then looked back down, seeing those eyes pleading and begging.
Moving so his body covered Yuuri's once more, he pushed slowly at the tight ring, feeling it open up to him, allowing him in, feeling it clench around the tip of his cock. Yuuri was tight, Yuuri was hot, Yuuri was not Otabek. Pressing his mouth down on Yuuri, he slowly pushed himself in further, centimeter by centimeter. Their kiss turning into gasping breaths as thier mouth stayed connected. Once fully seated, Yuri held still and dove his tongue into Yuuri's mouth. Devouring him, feeling as Yuuri clenched and tightened around him. Those legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking and holding him in place.
Fingertips with short nails grazed down his back, nothing to leave marks, nothing to sting in a shower, but enough to make him moan into the kiss. Slowly rocking his hips, Yuri broke the kiss and felt their bodies moving slowly, finding a rhythm together. Clutching to Yuuri's shoulders, he burying his head in Yuuri's neck, taking in more of the scent so every time he caught that scent again, he would be reminded of this moment.
The more he rocked his hips, the more he felt his need build and tighten around him. They were both breathing hard, sweat covering their bodies more. Yuuri's hand moved between their bodies as he started to pump his own cock in time with Yuri's rocking. As Yuuri's moans changed, he knew he was getting close. Lifting up, he snapped his hips down as Yuuri cried out. He found with each snap of his hips, slap of their skin, they were both moaning and panting, their need overcoming them.
Yuuri arched his back as he painted his stomach and chest. His face twisted, those fine lines around his eyes that made him more beautiful when he smiled, prominent in this moment. The laugh lines standing out as he called Yuri's name. The tightness in his abdomen had tightened once more, he could feel as Yuuri came, tightening around him, milking him, wanting him to cum.
"Don't… pull out," Yuuri moaned.
At the sound of Yuuri's voice, he felt his body seized up and he was steadily releasing inside Yuuri. Feeling as Yuuri continued to clench and tighten around him, pulling his release to completion. Boneless, he collapsed on Yuuri as those fingers trailed over his damp back.
His heart was slamming in his chest, his mind clearing and the fog being lifted. Wrapping his arms around Yuuri, holding his body tight to him, he had to wonder what the fuck had they just done?