(Day Four: Free Day)
Competition
Yuuri hates to lose.
It's a fact Victor is well aware of, yet somehow manages to surprise him sometimes.
Maybe it's because Yuuri usually demonstrates it with actions on the ice, not even letting Victor know until he does something, and outside the rink he never says anything openly unless he has drunk enough to challenge people to dance-offs.
This, though...
Victor swallows, mouth dry, legs shaking and so, so close.
"Think you can make me come first, Victor?"
Yuuri's on top of him, clenching around him, moving to the rhythm of the music only he can create, leading Victor in this dance without giving him any chance to catch his breath.
Swearing in a low voice, Victor does his best to last a little longer and thrusts up, touching Yuuri, getting drunk on Yuuri's moans... The last one is his mistake, as it pushes him to the edge, unable to stave off his orgasm anymore.
It doesn't take long for Yuuri to follow him, coming while he shouts Victor's name and falls onto his body, finally exhausted and satisfied.
"I win," Yuuri gasps with a smile and Victor laughs, holding him close, because he feels like they both won.