'No matter.' The Noble thought as he smirked inwardly.
Victor sat back on his knees and briefly watched Yuri stew at him with his beet red cheeks.
'If I can bring him closer…then I'll play the part he insists…'
Yuri knew he was far in a disadvantage. He couldn't quite sit up or move, but, nevertheless, tried to get back at Victor. However, the Noble was sitting directly underneath his pelvis.
Victor cocked an eyebrow and smirked at the human's feeble attempts to break free, but eventually moved on. With two fingers, quickly followed by the rest of his right hand, the master began to explore under Yuri's form-fitting shirt. The instant his cool touch felt the warm flesh of Yuri's toned stomach, his smirk broadened when he heard Yuri's loud gasp.
'It's like...frost...this is what being frost bitten must feel like…'
Yuri's knowledge began to distract him from what was happening as the icy touch clouded his judgment, acting like a defense against an ugly truth.
Yuri had been struggling, using sheer willpower to resist. Yuri knew he didn't want what was happening, but his body had begun to have other plans. Victor's touch had aggravated him, but the feel was soon found wanting. All the knotted strings that kept Yuri grounded with a voice of reason began to, one by one, be cut away.
'What's the big deal?!' Yuri frantically thought. 'Ah!'
Victor's fingers had made all the way up and began to play with Yuri's nipple. Victor began to play with hem of Yuri's pants with his left hand while he watched Yuri's expressions shift and mix between torment and those of pleasure. The master's left stopped over the top of the human's right hip bone; with a slight shove his hand dove under the restrictive material. The Noble was quickly rewarded with Yuri raising his hips, if nothing else, out of surprise.
'He's warm...' Victor thought.
Victor retreated for a moment to whip off his jacket and yank off his purple tie.
"W-What are you doing?" Yuri sputtered. "Ah, ah, what? Where are you -don't!"
It was no use, the Colbran was too strong.
With his wrists quickly tied together over his head, Yuri knew he was all that much closer to conceding. He hated Victor for he was a Colbran. However, Yuri found himself wanting Victor for his touch and nothing but. He felt dirty. He swore he felt sick to his stomach, but with another kiss on the neck, the supposed nausea went away.
'Even if I'm not under some kind of spell…this, this is too much…'
Victor's dual eyes were mesmerizing as they stared into his. When Yuri felt another kiss on his lips, the last string which had tied him down was severed.
"Yuri...?" Victor' voice trailed off.
'My…name…?'
With half-lidded gaze Yuri looked up towards Victor in a daze. "Hmm?"
"Yuri?" Victor asked again, this time more firmly.
Katsuki felt his body jolt as though he just had been dreaming. "Wh-What?"
"I'm not going to stop…or should I? What would leave you the most frustrated I wonder?" Victor teased.
"St-Stop messin' wid me," Yuri drawled at the same time wriggled his arms against the wrapped, violet fabric about his wrists.
Victor briefly wondered if he had accidentally hypnotized the human again, but by seeing the slight fight Yuri put up quelled the Noble's question. He hadn't. Instead he had succeeded in seducing the young man instead.
'What a perfect opportunity.' Victor thought to himself.
Yuri looked down the best he could and flushed red immediately, watching his pants becoming undone. "Wh-what are you-ah! Sto-ah!"
His narrow back abruptly rose into an arch in response to a hand around his exposed, sensitive flesh.
Yuri wanted his hands free so he would be able to cover his mouth. He didn't want to hear himself. Such sounds coming from his throat embarrassed him, alas, his wrists were tightly bound. Anytime he tried to muffle himself by bringing his arms back down over his head Victor would dive forward to push them back and kiss him.
Yuri's hips fell into rhythm against the touch of Victor's hands, experiencing the swell of pleasure.
'Come on…fight back…' Victor wanted to see it.
Yuri moaned instead.
The Noble's eyes flashed in response, but he decidedly stopped.
"W-What are you-why?" Yuri's stammered.
Nikiforov tilted his head. 'What's this now…?'
Yuri nibbled his bottom lip, he appeared unable to stop his hips from moving on their own, feeling abandoned.
"Wow…so this is what I can do to you…" Victor pondered aloud in a whisper, before a smirk played on his lips. "Hmmm…how erotic…"
Yuri huffed a sigh.
'If you won't fight…'
"Beg."
Yuri gasped. "Wh-What?"
The master smiled devilishly. "Did you not hear me?" Victor came down close to his servant's face once more. "I said beg." He rose up again.
'Just say no.' Yuri told himself.
"Well?" Victor asked coolly in a low whisper, drawing a finger down the center of Yuri's chest.
After a pause Yuri licked his lips. "Please."
Victor tilted his head. "Please...what?"
Yuri's eyes briefly glared at Victor. However, the bodily frustration inevitably dominated. "Please...sir," Yuri whispered but a bit louder.
The Noble breezily ran his fingers over the exposed skin of Yuri's member.
'You're going to have to do better than that…' Victor thought to himself.
Victor began to touch Yuri just enough to drive the man crazy from the feeling of nails' grazing ever so slightly.
"Louder, I can barely hear you...say my name…"
"Hmmph! Vic..tor-!"
'Ah, I want relief but! Just…ah!' Yuri's thoughts were scattered like ripped paper.
Victor enveloped Yuri's member with his whole hand once more. "Let's be a bit more formal with that shall we?" Victor couldn't help but smile when Yuri bit his lip down hard. "Well then?"
"Please, M-Master...Nikiforov." Yuri caved.
"That's better…"
Nikiforov roughly came down; abruptly covered Yuri's lips with his own. It was the longest kiss the two shared yet. Victor easily could taste the iron bitterness of the human's bloody lip, cut from biting too hard. In moments, Yuri's whole body climaxed, lead by a muffled cry.
Exhausted, Yuri felt an embarrassing mixture of weakness and shame while his whole self had become numb.
Satisfied, the master took in the sight of Yuri's dazed eyes, slightly swollen lips, and the sweaty sheen damp across the young man's face, pushed back their damp, black bangs, and began to gently trace their lips with his slender finger.
"There…you do look beautiful with red lips…"
"S-So... you were...punishing me," Yuri spoke breathlessly.
'My lips…burn…'
Victor took back his tracing finger. "Heh, I would not necessarily, well, one thing led to another...carried away I suppose… I have my limits and don't take kindly to them pushed."
A spark ignited inside of Yuri and the young man gritted his teeth.
Victor brought his head down and spoke into Yuri's ear. "Welcome to hell."
The words might as well have been oil as the fiery spirit swelled in Yuri's chest.
Like water, however, Yuri felt cool hands begin to untie his.
"Wh-What are you-why?" Yuri stammered.
Victor continued to work the knot. "Day two and we are like this. I guess you made quite the first impression."
Once the tie fell to the ground he dismounted, got off of the couch, turned around and began to button his shirt.
"Well, now I need a shower," Victor remarked and then his stomach growled. "Hopefully we haven't messed around for too long because now I need lunch."
While Victor spoke Yuri took the opportunity to bolt. He wasn't very sneaky about it and was in such apparent, clumsy rush he nearly knocked over the lamp as he took off to run away again.
Victor counted to ten and smiled to himself, "if you want the door I'd start going the other way!" He called out in Yuri's direction. The Noble found himself chuckling as the young man growled aloud, angry at himself, and started to dart the other direction.
"Don't forget!" Victor added. "We have another engagement to-!"
"Shu~t u~~~p!" Yuri bellowed as he continued to run.
'Oh dear...it would seem we still have long to go.' Victor mused. 'I'd like to see his true Eros match that outfit soon…'
On that thought, however, even Victor felt sick, immediately erasing that had ever crossed his mind.
Notes:
*Head to desk in repeated thuds* Hardest. Chapter. To. Write. Ever.
-sigh-
Why do I do these things to my favorite boys! Ugh!
