Viktor tapped his phone ending a call. He had made the final preparations for his date with Yuuri. He wanted everything to be perfect for him. They skipped past the dating part and slammed into the relationship, so Viktor wanted to make this night special.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still wet and dripping, he perused his closet for an outfit for the night. He sighed as he pushed clothes aside. "Makka, what should I wearrrrrrrr." Viktor whined to his dog. Makka let out a woof and just panted. "Oh, you're no help to me."
If he had a few more days, he would have bought a new outfit, but he sprung it on Yuuri and on himself, being ever so impulsive. He thought about the itinerary he had planned for the date, which narrowed down his clothing options. "Perfect!" He abruptly shouted, startling the sleeping poodle on his bed. "Ooh and it still has the price tag. I forgot I had this." He spun around facing the poodle, holding the outfit still on the hangers in front himself. "What do you think, Makka?" She let out another woof and left the bedroom. Viktor rolled his eyes and hung up his clothes and trudged back into the bathroom to finish his hair.
Yuuri was doing worse. He sat, in his towel wrapped around his waist, on the bed. The doors to his closet were opened before him and he stared. The anxiousness was rising within him. He's never been on a date before, and he had no idea what to wear, or say, or do, or anything. Trembling, he reached across his bed for his phone and punched in a few taps. Placing the phone to his ear, he waited.
"Hello?" The deep voice vibrated through the earpiece.
"H-Hey O-Otabek. I-It's Yuuri."
"Oh, hey Yuuri. How's everything?"
"It's fine. I had a question for you?"
"Is that Yuuri?! Lemme talk to him." Yuuri could hear a voice in the distance through the phone, and then some scuffling. "Hi, Yuuri!" The voice yelled.
"Hi, Yuri." Yuuri giggled back.
"Give it back! It's my phone."
"And you're at work. You shouldn't have your phone with you."
"I shouldn't be fucking you either, but I do that. Now give it back." Yuuri heard more scuffling on the other end, he laughed at their antics. "Sorry about that Yuuri. What can I help you with?"
"Hey get off me! At least put it on speaker, asshole!"
"Can I put you on speaker? He's not going to stop unless I do." Yuuri continued laughing, and said it was fine. "Now, what can I help you with?"
"Yuuri, the new guy that replaced you is a piece of shit."
"Don't say that Yuri." Otabek scolded.
"What? He is."
"What are you guys doing?" Yuuri asked and then realized it was a mistake. "Actually, don't answer that. I hope I didn't call at a bad time."
"No, not at all. I'm hiding out with Yuri." Otabek chuckled.
"Umm, I need your help with something. Well, both of you can help me." Yuuri quietly said through the phone.
"Sure, what do you need?" Yuri willingly piped through the phone.
"I… uhh… I-I'm going on a date with Viktor tonight, and I don't know what to wear or how to act, or anything! I've never been on a date before." Yuuri blurted out the last part, his nerves getting the best of him.
"What do you got to wear? Describe your wardrobe to me. Did Viktor say how this date was?" Yuri jumped in quickly. Yuuri was waiting to be made fun of by him, but it never came, and he sighed in relief.
"He said casual." Yuuri went into a description of his clothes, and after 10 minutes, they had an outfit planned out. Yuuri flopped on his bed, already exhausted. "Thanks guys."
"Don't mention it." Yuri said. "Tell me how it went afterwards. I want to know all the dirty details."
"Yuuri, just be yourself. Viktor already loves you for you. There's no need to be nervous" Otabek said softly.
"Thanks again." Yuuri took a deep breath. "Alright. I'm good. He should be here soon, so I should get ready."
"Have a good time."
"Don't forget the lube!" Yuri yelled into the phone. Otabek scolded Yuri once again, before there was silence on the other end. Yuuri shook his head at them and chuckled. Its only been a couple of days but he missed them already. With a sigh, Yuuri got up and headed to the bathroom, to finish getting ready.
Yuuri was checking himself over one last time in the full-length mirror in his room, when the intercom buzzed. He padded down the hallway and pressed the button on the system. "Hello?"
"I'm here to pick up a Yuuri Katsuki." The voice was static through the speaker.
Yuuri giggled. "Come on up, Viktor." He pressed the other button, to unlock the door for Viktor. Yuuri padded back to the bedroom to make sure he had everything and give himself one more look over.
Ugh I feel so stupid. Why do I care so much? It's Viktor, that's why.
There was a soft knock on the door. "Coming!" Yuuri called out, grabbing his phone and wallet off the dresser and strode back to the front door. As soon as he opened it, he paused. His body forgot how to move and even forgot how to breathe. His eyes drew wide, taking in the sight of Viktor. Like someone pushed his restart button, he moved to the side and let Viktor in. "C-Come in." He was able to squeak out. Viktor was wearing black jeans that clung to his legs like second skin. They were narrow at the ankles, but wider than skinny jeans, that rested above black suede loafers. He wore a dark grey blazer made of a lighter material, and even Yuuri could tell it was tailored to fit his body perfectly. Underneath the blazer was a rich royal purple V-neck shirt tucked into his jeans, if he wasn't wearing the blazer, Yuuri would be able to see every curve and contour of Viktor's body. His mouth went dry as he kept staring.
"Hi, Yuuri." Viktor said a little breathlessly. He too, was stunned by the look of Yuuri. He's only ever seen him in sweats or practice clothes. Yuuri donned dark blue distressed jeans. Viktor instantly loved the jeans, they hugged Yuuri's hips and ass, accentuating his curves. They hugged down his legs and were looser near the bottom, than his own jeans. He sported a navy-blue body-hugging t-shirt, that like Viktor's showed off every ridge and dip of Yuuri's body. Overtop of the shirt, was a suede shirt jacket in a caramel tan colour. Yuuri styled his hair different, he pulled back his bangs with gel, with some pieces falling forward, and he took off his glasses, exchanging them for contacts. "R-Ready to go?" Viktor stuttered out, he was a complete mess just by looking at Yuuri.
"Y-Yeah." Yuuri slipped on a pair of navy blue slip on shoes and grabbed his keys from the hall table. "Let's go." Viktor walked out first and waited for Yuuri to lock the door.
As Yuuri had his back turned, locking the door, Viktor slipped his arms around his waist, placing a few kisses along his cheek and neck. "You look incredible. I'm about to cancel this whole date and shove you back into your apartment and take you right now." Viktor breathed into his ear. Yuuri's face turned a bright shade of red. His body burned with the thought of Viktor taking him. Viktor pulled back and sauntered down the hall. "Coming my love?" Viktor asked over his shoulder and with a little sway to his hips, acting like he didn't just tease the hell out of Yuuri.
Yuuri fidgeted in the passenger seat of Viktor's car. He stared out the window, watching the cars go by. The silence of the car was filled with the latest hit song on the radio. Viktor made side glances, not being able to take his eyes off Yuuri. He could tell Yuuri was nervous, he was nervous too. "So, where are we going?" Yuuri asked, breaking the quiet between them.
"To eat." Viktor stated simply.
Yuuri rolled his eyes. "I got that, but where?"
"A restaurant." A playful grin sprouted on Viktor's lips.
"Fine. Don't tell me." Yuuri pretended to pout and crossed his arms over his chest.
Viktor chuckled and reached across the centre console to stroke Yuuri's thigh. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it." With that small burning touch on his thigh, Yuuri lost all focus.
Why is his touch affecting me so much tonight?
Viktor drove further into the city. He went around in circles with Yuuri and him searching for a parking spot. "There's one!" Viktor sped up and pulled in.
"Wait here a second." Viktor turned off the car and stepped out. Yuuri was very confused, until he showed up at his door, opening it for him. Yuuri blushed with the very cheesy, but very gentlemanly act on Viktor's part. He mumbled a thanks when he stepped out of the car. "The restaurant isn't far from here. Just a block that way." Viktor led the way towards the restaurant, grabbing at Yuuri's hand.
As they approached the restaurant, Yuuri recognized it as the new place that he wanted to go to, but would never be able to afford it, that he told Viktor about one day. "V-Viktor this is…"
Viktor smirked and led him inside. Inside was small, but very busy. The noise of various conversations and music blasted them as soon as they passed the threshold of the restaurant. There was a lineup outside, and people mingled inside, waiting for a table. "I have a reservation under Viktor Nikiforov." He announced to the hostess.
"Yes, Mr. Nikiforov. Your table is ready, right this way." The hostess grabbed two menus and led them to their table.
The restaurant was styled in a modern contemporary design. With clean lines, neutral grays, and modern art covering the space. The hostess led them to a room, which was not visible from the front, with only had a handful of tables and chairs. It was much quieter than in the main space, which Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief for. Once the hostess handed them their menus with a statement of their server would be with them shortly, Yuuri spoke. "Viktor I can't believe you chose this place!"
"Why wouldn't I? You told me you wanted to come here." Puzzlement was clear on his face.
"But it's so expensive here. I… I don't…"
Viktor reached across the table and grabbed Yuuri's hand in his. "I don't care about that. We are here on our first date and I wanted to surprise you. Don't worry about how much it costs, please." Yuuri slowly nodded, still not entirely convinced. The server came, and Viktor ordered a bottle of wine for them both to share, while they perused the eclectic menu items.
With their food ordered, the conversation fell easy between them. The nervousness they both shared seemed to have diminished and settled into comfortable company, the wine appeared to have played a part in that. As dinner came and went, both filling their stomachs, and 'vkusno' being yelled by Viktor, he ordered a dessert and specialty coffee for them both. A song played in the background in the speakers above, and a bright idea came to Viktor. He stood up from his seat, Yuuri looked at him questionably, and he reached a hand out to Yuuri with a slight bow. "May I have this dance?"
"W-What? Here? I don't think there's a dance floor, Viktor."
"So, we'll make one." Yuuri looked around the small room they were placed in, there were two other couples enjoying their meals. He hesitantly put his hand into Viktor's, who then pulled Yuuri up quickly and led him to a small open space, behind their table. Viktor slid his hand along his waist, as Yuuri nervously placed his free hand on Viktor's shoulder. Yuuri's eyes darted around the room, his hand trembling in Viktor's. With a pull from his hand on Yuuri's waist and back, he drew him closer, so they were chest to chest. Viktor leaned over and whispered into Yuuri's ear. "Forget about the other people here. Focus on me." Yuuri did. He focused on the vast sea blue that he drowns in each time he looks into Viktor's eyes. His trembling quieted and he felt he could breathe better. Viktor led them in a gentle sway, turning around in the small space they had. "Do you know what this song means?"
"No, I don't know the language."
"It's called Stammi Vincino. It's Italian for Stay Close to Me." Viktor breathed into his ear. Yuuri didn't know why, but it made his eyes well up with tears. He blinked them away quickly before they fell. Their desserts were placed on the table, and they continued dancing. Yuuri's heart pounded in his chest, but the warmth from Viktor's body soothed him at the same time. He wanted to stay like this, he didn't care about the other people eating anymore, he didn't care where they were. At that moment it was him and Viktor. All his anxious thoughts and nerves calmed and went away. At the end of the song, Viktor leaned forward and placed a gentle chaste kiss on Yuuri's lips and led him back to the table.
They walked hand in hand down the street, back to Viktor's car. The wine and specialty coffee Yuuri had made him feel more relaxed. "Thank you, Viktor. Everything was great." He said once they were in the car.
"We're not done yet. I still have something else planned." Viktor pulled out of his parking spot.
"You do?!"
"Of course." He said with a smile as he drove to their next destination.
"An ice rink?!" Yuuri blurted as he pulled into the parking lot. "B-But its late, it would be closed by now." Yuuri's heart started to beat hard in his chest. He missed the ice and has been waiting to get back on it. Celestino had him scheduled for next week to start skating.
"It may be open…" Viktor said with a grin. "Wait here." Viktor jumped out of the car and popped the trunk. Yuuri heard a thunk when the trunk closed, and then his door opened. Viktor led him inside by his hand in Yuuri's, opening the unlocked doors.
"How is it…? Why?" Yuuri was still in disbelief.
"Ah, you must be Viktor." An older gentleman, probably mid 60's, approached them. Viktor stated that he was indeed who the man assumed him to be. "Well then. The ice is yours." The man swept his arm towards the ice and backed away, heading to the offices.
Viktor turned to Yuuri, seeing the man's eyes sparkle and shine. "I booked us a late-night skating session. Just you and me, and the ice. There're no worries of competitions, or training, or routines. Just skate." Without any words, since Yuuri didn't have any, he threw his arms around Viktor's neck and held him tight. Viktor was startled at first, by the suddenness of the hug, but fell into it quickly. "Let's get the skates on." They sat rink side at a bench. Viktor pulled out Yuuri's skates from the bag he was carrying and pulled out a different pair Yuuri had never seen before.
"My skates!" Yuuri exclaimed. "I forgot you still had these in your office. But whose are those."
"Their mine." Viktor said proudly.
"You bought skates?! But you can't even skate."
"Well. I can't skate well. But… Celestino has been teaching me a little." Viktor mumbled the last bit a little sheepishly.
"What?!" Yuuri started to laugh.
"I want to be on the ice with you, especially when you do the routine we created together, or even at times like this when its just us. So, I asked Celestino to help me when he had time here and there, and I bought myself a pair of skates, so I don't have to keep renting them."
Yuuri thought he looked absolutely adorable confessing, Viktor turned shy and awkward. Yuuri slid along the bench, closer to Viktor and grabbed his hand in his. "You did that for me?" Viktor nodded slowly. Yuuri leaned over and kissed Viktor on the cheek. "Thank you." Viktor brightened up, his heart shaped smile shining bright.
They put their skates on and headed on the ice. Viktor was steadier getting on the ice and was more graceful than before. Yuuri smiled at his accomplishments, but due to his nature, he still worried and hovered close by him. Music started playing on the above speakers. "Can you show me some basic moves, Yuuri?"
"Hmm, let see what I can show you." Yuuri showed him how to do forward crossovers. They started with simply crossing his legs by stepping. Yuuri held onto his hands in and completed the motion with him.
"So, what does this help do? I've never seen anyone do this." Viktor asked, looking down at the ground trying to concentrate.
Yuuri let go of his hands. "Eventually you will be able to do this." Yuuri went in as simple circle, gliding across the ice with forward crossovers. Yuuri went into a spin just for show and went back to Viktor.
"I want to try! Not the spin but before that." Yuuri stayed in front of him holding onto his hands, as Viktor tried skating in a circle.
"Great now cross over this leg and drop your other foot to the outside edge." Viktor was a little unsteady but was able to get his leg over the other. "Now, move this leg so your feet are together again."
Viktor lost his balance and almost crashed to the ice. Yuuri caught him and held him up, both laughing. "I think I need to work on my balance first." He slid his arms around Yuuri's waist, while Yuuri's slipped his arms around his neck. Yuuri led them around the ice in a dance, going in large circles and slowly spinning. They warmed their chilled noses with exchanges of kisses and whispers against each other necks.
It's been a long time since Yuuri just enjoyed the ice, where he didn't have to worry about an up coming competition, or perfecting a routine, and just felt the ice solid beneath him without having to care about anything around him. He felt free. Yuuri completed a few spins and small jumps, wanting to feel the cold breeze on his face. Viktor would stand off to the side with a flutter in his heart, overjoyed with the bliss on Yuuri's face.
The rink manager called out saying they had 20 minutes left. Viktor waved and saluted to the older man, insinuating he understood. Viktor pushed off from where he stood and glided over to Yuuri, grabbing him by the waist, pinching at his sides. Yuuri used his momentum and spun them around laughing at the tickling he was getting. "Stop! I'm ticklish! Viktor!" The laughter and tickling torture brought Yuuri to tears. Yuuri doubled over and Viktor lost his footing, and he dragged Yuuri down with him. Yuuri twisted his body, so he fell flat on his back, with Viktor falling right on top of him. Viktor was still injured and Yuuri wanted to absorb the impact of the fall. Yuuri let out an 'oomph'. Viktor propped himself up by his elbows, so he was nose to nose with him. Yuuri was getting lost in the sea. "Y-You okay?" He was able to stutter out.
Viktor didn't say anything, he leaned the few inches down, and pressed a kiss to his lips. The cold of the ice helped cool their heated bodies, as the kiss grew deeper and needy. Viktor pulled away first, both breathless. "We should get going." Yuuri didn't quite trust his voice, so he nodded his response instead. Viktor got off him, remaining on his knees, so Yuuri could help him stand, with the skates and on the ice, Viktor didn't trust his balance.
They skated off the ice and changed into their shoes. Their bodies still heated and wanting from the kiss on the ice. Viktor thanked the rink manager, while Yuuri, embarrassed, just waved a thank you from the door.
Viktor drove a little faster than usual to his condo, after that.
Viktor pulled into his condo, with a confused and shocked Yuuri in his passenger seat. Yuuri stepped out of the car, with Viktor once again opening the door for him, and they made their way to the elevator. Yuuri finally spoke when the doors closed in front of them. "What are we doing…" Yuuri was caught off by Viktor's lips pressing hard into his.
Viktor straightened out and went back to standing next to Yuuri. "I thought we could have a glass of wine or two, before I drive you home for the night. I wasn't ready to say goodnight after the rink." Yuuri blushed and glanced down at the floor. The elevator dinged, and he followed Viktor to his door. Yuuri could hear whines from inside. As soon as Viktor opened the door, Makka jumped on her master, whining and licking his face. With a few scruffs on her head, and some pats on her belly and sides, she made her way to Yuuri. She bounded on him and licked the side of his face. Yuuri giggled and smoothed her curly coat on her back. Satisfied, she took off to the living room, grabbed a toy and laid in her dog bed. "Make yourself at home, while I go get a bottle." Viktor instructed while they took off their shoes.
Yuuri fell back into the couch, feeling his body sink into the softness of the cushions. Viktor came around the corner with two wine glasses hanging upside down from between his fingers, and a bottle of red wine in the other hand. His blazer was taken off and the royal purple shirt clung to his body, showing the muscles move as he walked towards him. Yuuri's nerves were on fire, but he couldn't explain why. The first sip of the red liquid was strong and bitter down his throat. Half a glass later, Yuuri was calmer, and his body relaxed against Viktor. Their conversation flowed between them, laughter sang through the air, and little touches were felt on each others skin.
Three-quarters of the bottle and hours passed, Yuuri set his glass down and moved his legs, so they laid across Viktor's lap. His body was turned to face him, and his side leaned into the back cushion. Viktor stroked up and down Yuuri's leg, massaging and pressing his fingers into his calves, working his way up his thighs. Viktor set his glass down on the coffee table, next to Yuuri's. Silence was growing between them, and the air was getting heavier. Viktor twisted his body to face Yuuri and leaned forward. He stopped, a few centimetres from Yuuri's mouth, feeling his breath tickle against his own. He brushed his fingers up Yuuri's neck, along the side, and curled around the back of his head. The anticipation vibrated through Yuuri, his breathing came out deeper, the need building and burning through him. At long last, Viktor closed the gap between them, and forced his lips on him. Yuuri's mouth was already open with an invitation for Viktor, which he willingly accepted. Their tongues danced and twisted with each other, as the kiss got deeper and needier, tasting the sweetness of the wine on their lips. Their hands roamed across the plains of their bodies, feeling as much as they could, but it wasn't enough.
Panting, Viktor parted. "Let's… move… this…" He said between kisses and breaths. Viktor shuffled on the couch to stand and held is hand out to Yuuri. He took Viktor's hand shakily and followed him down the hall to his bedroom. Viktor let go of Yuuri's hand once in the bedroom and turned on a floor lamp in the corner of the room. The light that shone was dim, creating shadows across the room, and providing just enough light to see one another. Standing once again in front of Yuuri, he slipped his hands under his shirt jacket and slid it off his shoulders, until is fell to the floor. Without breaking contact, Viktor ran his hands down Yuuri's torso, enthralled by the tightness of the shirt. His fingers snuck in between the shirt and his torso, removing it up and over his head. "Krasivyy" Viktor whispered, as he bent his head lower planting a deep kiss on his lips. With his hands on Yuuri's hips, he pulled him closer to his body.
Yuuri pulled Viktor's shirt out from his pants to take it off, their lips only separating for a second, for the shirt to be tossed on the floor. Viktor backed them up, until his legs bumped the bed. He turned them around, until it was Yuuri against the bed. Parting their mouths, he lowered Yuuri to the bed, who used his foot on the bed to push him further up. Viktor slowly crawled his way up Yuuri's body, placing kisses and licks along his naked torso, to connect their mouths once again. Soft moans, and the rustling of sheets were the only sounds of the room. Viktor dropped his lower half, to grind and push against Yuuri, he could feel his hardened member, but the amount of fabric between them was discouraging, he needed to fix that. Viktor stood up on his knees between Yuuri's legs, slowly sliding his hands down his sides, until he got to the top of his jeans. Viktor teasingly undid the button, and ever so slowly pulled down the zipper. Yuuri, was getting restless and was squirming, wanting the jeans to be off. Viktor gave a devilish smirk, as his fingers wiggled the jeans and tight black briefs off his hips, to finally throw them to the floor, in their growing pile.
Yuuri went to sit up, wanting and needing to do the same to Viktor, but he was pushed down by strong hands on his shoulders. "Not yet." Viktor almost growled. His eyes drew darker and Yuuri shivered with the look he was given. Viktor was no longer gentle but ravenous, he kissed and bit down Yuuri's torso. He slipped his tongue out and licked up the length of Yuuri's cock, eliciting a soft moan. He continued his licks and careful attention, until he felt he was ready and enclosed his mouth around him. Viktor released him. "I want to hear you." He said lowly before shoving him back in his mouth.
Yuuri could feel his length going deeper down Viktor's throat, feeling the warm wetness. He released a loud moan, as Viktor went fast and deeper, his hand rubbing in tune with his mouth. "Ah… Viktor… That feels… so good…" He panted out. His body felt like it was on fire and he squirmed and thrusted to free the heat. Suddenly, his cock was left cold, when Viktor crawled back up and placed a kiss on his lips. Yuuri pushed him to stand on his knees and went to the zipper and button, like he tried before, this time Viktor let him. Soon the pants were in the pile with the rest. Viktor pushed him back down to lie on the bed, kissing from his mouth to his neck. Yuuri reached between them and grabbed onto their hard lengths and rubbed them together. The slippery pre-cum provided a small amount of slickness. Viktor moaned with the attention, biting down onto Yuuri's neck. He added to the pleasure, by thrusting and grinding. Viktor abruptly reached towards the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle from the drawer and placed it on the bed next to them, going back to Yuuri's lips.
Viktor pulled away and uncapped the bottle, squeezing a sizeable amount on his fingers. Yuuri closely watched him as he did this and nodded once to state that he was ready when Viktor looked at him. His mouth provided a distraction, as his fingers moved down, finding and slipping into his hole. Yuuri, pulled back and screamed a moan, feeling the first of Viktor's fingers entering him. He arched his back and groaned out for more. Which Viktor smirked and was happy to oblige. When the second finger was inserted, Viktor moved down and licked and sucked on one of Yuuri's pink hard nubs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Viktor switched to the other nub when he pushed in his third finger, stretching and curling his fingers. "Viktor… please…" Yuuri, begged and moaned.
Satisfied, Viktor removed his fingers. Yuuri felt empty but it was only for a few short seconds, as Viktor lined up his hard member and gently pushed into him. Yuuri screamed out with the pressure and pleasure, his legs went up high around Viktor's waist and back, digging his heels into him. Once he was fully in, Viktor paused, he needed to stop and settle, it was too much and too tight, he didn't want to release just yet. He used the opportunity to distract Yuuri with some kisses. When he felt Yuuri relax a little around him, he started to slide out, only to thrust back in. He started at a slow steady rhythm, quickly building faster and harder. Viktor altered his hips and slammed into Yuuri and his prostate, making him scream and moan.
Yuuri was tingling all over, his body was on fire. He was getting closer; his body was tensing. Then the thrusting stopped. Yuuri looked at Viktor confused, but Viktor just pulled out and smirked. He grabbed onto Yuuri's waist as he stood up on his knees and pulled him with him. "Turn around." Viktor whispered roughly into his ear, shots of shivers went down his body. Yuuri did what he was told and turned around going on his knees as well. Viktor snaked his hands down his arms and moved them to rest against the large upholstered headboard. He slithered his hands down the rest of Yuuri's body, along his sides and back, until he got to his hips, where he pulled them out. He bit his lip to the way Yuuri's back arched for him, seeing the muscles, bunch and smooth in certain places. Yuuri looked back at Viktor from over his shoulder with a plea in his eyes. With one hand still on his hips, the other guided his cock back into Yuuri, filling him easily. He continued his thrusts hard and fast. Yuuri could feel the difference in this angle, it was deeper, fuller, and he breathlessly groaned and moaned with the feeling of it.
Viktor leaned forward and bit and sucked red marks along Yuuri's back, ramming his cock into Yuuri and his prostate. He could feel Yuuri getting closer, as he was too. Leaning forward slightly, he curled an arm around Yuuri and stroked his cock, adding to his pleasure. After a few pulls and thrusts, Viktor was rewarded with Yuuri screaming his name, his cum covered his hand and Viktor could feel him throbbing around his cock. He continued to plunge into him, wanting to feel that tightness, and soon after he was shouting his own orgasm into Yuuri.
Yuuri fell against the headboard, thankful it was soft and padded. Viktor fell against Yuuri's back, both struggled to catch their breaths. After a few heartbeats, Viktor slowly slid out of Yuuri, and they both collapsed on the bed. "We should… shower." Viktor suggested. He was getting sticky from the sweat and among other things.
"Mm kay." Yuuri mumbled back. Viktor chuckled and stood up first, dragging a worn out Yuuri. Halfway through the shower, of washing each other and small kisses and snuggles, Yuuri's eyes were getting heavy. They got back to the room and Yuuri went to grab his clothes to put them on.
Viktor stopped him with his hands over his. "Stay here tonight." Viktor paused for a moment or two. "Please." He whispered out.
Yuuri nodded slowly and followed Viktor to the bed. With the blankets pulled up, and Viktor snuggled in behind him, with a protective arm around his waist and their legs entangled, Yuuri drifted off to sleep in seconds. He had the best sleep he's had in months and for once was nightmare free.