CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

True to Yuri's word, he made Viktor work on seducing him for the entire rest of the afternoon and into the evening. By the time Viktor had finished gathering all the things he needed to make the night one to remember, they were both carrying numerous bags...though, to be fair, most of it wasn't just for that night.

Seven bottles of wine, two of champagne, one bottle of Baileys, freshly ground coffee, several other things...even some curious mixed white-and-milk seashell-shaped chocolates, all in the bags.

It was an effort to get everything into their hotel room, and Makkachin was glad to see them return. Viktor moved off to feed his aging poodle as Yuri started pulling bottles from the totes and set them on the table on the far end of the room. He looked at each one as he set them down, reading the labels again and checking vintage.

I don't even know why I'm looking. I don't know a thing about wine...

"Save some of those for when we get back to Yu-Topia!" Viktor asked, setting a bowl of bottled water down for his dog, "I want to mull them for my new in-laws."

"My dad's going to go nuts over it." Yuri said, "He's worse than I am with alcohol."

"Then it'll just be a good excuse for us to dismiss ourselves, won't it?" The Russian suggested, shrugging off his coat after putting the lid back on the large plastic bottle. He set the coat on its hanger in the closet, and stepped over to join Yuri by the table. He slid his hands up Yuri's chest, barely touching him as his hands went into the space between his shoulders and the inside of the coat, pushing it off of him. Yuri could feel the man's lips against his own, but like his hands...there was barely a whisper of a touch between them.

He's playing keep-away to draw me in...

Viktor pulled the coat off his arms and put it in the closet next to his own, then went to one of the other bags to grab some of the glasses he'd bought just for the night. It wasn't one of the wine glasses Yuri had expected though...it was the two ceramic mugs. He watched in keen, but silent interest as Viktor worked his drink magic, pouring more of the bottled water from earlier into the complimentary hotel-room brewer and scooping just enough of the newly-ground coffee into a filter for two cups. Once the brewer started sputtering, steam rising from the carafe in the back, Viktor turned away from it, grabbed the bottle of Baileys, and looked at his husband.

"Just enough to loosen you up a bit, but not so much that you don't remember later." He said, eyes half-lidded through his silver bangs.

Yuri just sat on the edge of the bed with a smirk, resting back on his arms, "I can't wait."

The smell of the coffee was already starting to rise into the air, and Viktor turned back to look at it proudly before moving to join Yuri on the edge of the bed. The younger skater looked over at him as the bed settled, but he just smiled and waited.

"You're really going to make me work hard tonight, aren't you?" Viktor mused, crossing his legs and reaching his hand up to brush the bangs from Yuri's eyes.

He nodded enthusiastically, "I've evolved. I used to be a pork cutlet fatale that seduces men...now I'm something different."

Viktor coughed a laugh at that, stretching one leg out to settle it over his partner's lap, "Now you're a gold ribbon pork cutlet fatale, and you still seduce men."

"Only you."

"You did a good job." Viktor said, quieter than before, deftly touching at Yuri's arm as he leaned in closer.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind, he could feel the kiss before it happened...but then it didn't. He could sense the warmth of his partner's breath against his skin, ever so close, but not quite completely touching. Yuri felt the man's nose-tip brushing his lip, moving up to the tip of his own nose as Viktor's left hand came up across his chest, tracing a finger up his center and over his collarbone, right up to his neck and under his chin.

"You're teasing me, Viktor."

"You're playing hard to get." He answered, nosing his chin before pulling away again to stand and finish the drinks.

"You're closer than you think."

"Don't say that, I won't try as hard." The Russian warned teasingly, looking back at him over his shoulder.

Viktor had poured the coffee by then and was unscrewing the lid to the cream liqueur when he looked back again to see a certain sultry look on Yuri's face. He whistled as he turned back to watch the liquid pouring into the two cups, "I'm suddenly really glad I gave you Eros to skate. I can only imagine the difference in our relationship if I'd given you Agape instead."

"I suppose I'd be the blushing virgin bride then." Yuri laughed, falling down to his back on the bed with both arms up above his head, stretching and reaching for the pillows, "Not the battle-hardened Eros skate-husband you've trained me to become."

"You'll always be my little katsudon." Viktor mused, finally returning with the mugs to sit with Yuri. The younger skater huffed a laugh to himself as he rolled to his side, taking the mug and drawing in the sweet smell. Viktor was already taking a sip, "Vkusno~! Such a hot after-bite."

Yuri sipped at it too, and felt the heat of the coffee first, then the heat of the liqueur chasing down his throat. It was sweet and spicy, and warmed him from the inside out, "This is really good!"

"Right?"

It was gone quickly though, and Viktor moved to lay on his side next to his partner, propping his head up on his hand as the other moved over Yuri's chest. He traced his fingers over the contours of the man's physique, the rise and fall of each muscle, before pulling those fingers back up to draw Yuri's face closer to his own. Yuri allowed it, letting himself be pulled onto his own side to face the man, and finally be drawn into a light kiss.

He could still taste the Irish coffee on Viktor's lips, and drew in closer, putting his free hand on the man's waist as he felt a leg come up between his own, to just above his knee. Viktor ran his fingers through Yuri's hair, sliding it down his cheek, jaw, neck, and finally back down to his chest, slipping his hand under Yuri's arm and down to his waist to match the gesture.

Yuri was practically itching to feel him, and cupped his hand around Viktor's lower back to pull him closer, feeling where their bodies were pressed against each other. He felt his partner's hand slide under the edge of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the pounding of his excited heart. Within moments, Viktor had shifted again, pushing Yuri onto his back as he sat over his hips, using both hands to pull the form-fitting shirt away.

Similar to the time Viktor had told Yuri to fully claim him, Viktor stopped pulling the shirt away just as it was coming over Yuri's face, leaving his mouth and nose exposed but his eyes covered and his arms somewhat trapped. He watched with pleasure as Yuri started drawing in harder breaths, humming a little to himself with each inhalation as he slowly rolled his hips around in a small circle over Yuri's. The younger skater's hands became free, and found their way up to Viktor's thighs, and Viktor leaned down to kiss that mouth, pressing himself hard against him so they could feel each other through their clothing. Yuri drew in a sharp breath, twitching and pushing back against him.

As Viktor sat upright again, Yuri pulled one hand away to lift the edge of his shirt off his eyes, peeking with one eye as the Russian pulled his own shirt away, revealing a toned and pale body beneath it. It was just as solid and perfect as the day Viktor had shown up naked in his family's hot spring, but this time...he could touch it. He pulled the shirt off the rest of his head and cast it aside as he sat up, putting his hands around the sides or Viktor's back as he kissed that chest eagerly. Viktor's arms came to rest around Yuri's shoulders, holding him close as he settled a little lower on the man's lap. As the younger athlete's hands slowly started to descend behind him, Viktor continued his slow forward and backward sway against his hips, wanting to feel every moment of new arousal.

Viktor pulled up a little to reach between them, starting to undo the buttons with one hand as the other pushed Yuri down to his back again.

Yuri was starting to feel the effects of the drink going to his head. The subtle hint of dizziness, but making his body feel light and relaxed. He almost didn't notice Viktor pulling their clothing off, but 'remembered' again when he felt skin against skin as his partner returned to him. But as Viktor was leaning down over top of him, Yuri recalled something the Russian had said earlier in the evening.

In one quick motion, Yuri flipped them, putting his husband on his back with his silver hair spread over the pillows. He looked down into those blue pools and leaned in to kiss him, but not quite...

"Your lips are a little chapped."

Viktor half-closed his eyes, "Maybe you should do something about it?"

"Maybe I will."

The Russian smiled eagerly at that.

Yuri licked his lips...and then leaned in to lick Viktor's. He felt himself getting pulled into a kiss that was deeper than any they'd shared before, and felt breathless when he finally pulled away again...and he only did that because he felt a sudden squeeze and had to gasp.

Viktor always enjoyed seeing that look on Yuri's face. No matter how many times they'd been intimate, every time he took hold of the man, Yuri reacted like it was the first time again.

The younger skater had to hold himself up a little, adjusting to the slight change in tempo as Viktor held them both in his hands, massaging gently and with expert finesse. He fumbled a hand to reach for the night-stand, reaching for a small bottle there with a pump-top. Slippery clear liquid dripped into his hand, and he pulled back again to reach between them. Viktor moved one hand out of the way to let Yuri's in between them, and helped massage the slick fluid all over them. It wasn't the warming liquid Yuri liked, but it was still fine.

Yuri had to catch his breath a little as Viktor continued to work them together, pushing up a little to sit on his knees, putting them on either side of the Russian's hips. He hadn't gotten far before he felt Viktor taking one hand away to prop himself up on that elbow, folding one knee against Yuri's right side as his other leg rose up to rest against his shoulder. Yuri felt almost paralyzed by the sensation between them, and half-didn't notice the leg rising up ahead of him. But Viktor nudged his head with his calf to bring him back.

"Eyes on me, Yuri." He said coyly, "I didn't give you so much to drink that you'd pass out in the middle of this."

"No..." The younger man agreed, "I'm not going to." He slowly and reluctantly pulled out of Viktor's grasp, and leaned forward against the extended leg, holding the man's knee with one hand as the other settled on the sheets by Viktor's waist. He could feel the muscles in Viktor's leg tighten a little as he pressed forward, but he kept his sights on the slate-blue irises beneath him.

To Viktor's credit, even though he'd let Yuri take him first, it was still primarily him that did most of the work during their play sessions. Yuri supposed he liked being in control most of the time...but every so often, and perhaps only when he was in certain moods, Viktor liked being the vulnerable one.

This was one of those moments.

Viktor's back arched a little, and both arms rose up over his head to tousle his hair amongst the pillows. He twisted a little onto his side, and Yuri just inched in closer, beginning the push-and-pull rotation of his hips. He listened for the little hums of pleasure as he started to pick up a little speed, reaching over with his free hand to massage the man when he could. Multi-tasking was, occasionally, difficult though.

Before long, Viktor had pulled his leg back down off Yuri's shoulder and had rotated onto his stomach. Yuri pressed against his back, kissing at his shoulder-blades, hands clinging to his waist. He could fee Viktor's fingers clenching at the sheets, and he started quietly crying out.

I'm the only one in the world who's heard these sounds from Viktor...who's gotten to feel him like this...

The Russian had even bit down on the thick-hemmed corner of one of the pillows, though it didn't seem to help much.

"Y-Yuri...!"

The younger man smiled at that. Hearing the sound of his name broken up like that was always a favorite of his. If Viktor still had enough of his senses to say his name normally, he wasn't trying hard enough. But his turn had suddenly come to an end when he felt Viktor twisting under him again. Yuri knew he only did that so quickly if he felt himself on the edge sooner than he'd wanted. So he waited to follow the older man's lead, and let Viktor pull him up into his lap as he sat with his back against the headboard. It wasn't an immediate reconnect though, as Viktor kissed him a little first, nosing at his neck as his hands roamed up and down Yuri's chest and back.

No matter what, Viktor always wanted to have their eyes locked whenever one entered the other. It was one of the highest signs of surrender and trust, in his opinion. And so, as he repositioned himself beneath his husband, slick with the clear liquid from earlier and wet from perspiration, he looked into those brown eyes that had given him so much happiness. Yuri put his right arm over his partner's shoulder, letting it settle behind his neck as the other hand came up over his collarbone, and he slowly descended into Viktor's lap. Their eyes stayed together until it was done, and only after did Viktor close his to lean up and kiss the man again.

Yuri rose and fell slowly after that, adjusting to the new sensation again, and Viktor helped him along, holding him close with both arms around his back. Once he was certain the discomfort had dissipated, he pulled one arm from where it hugged the man and brought it between them, giving Yuri something to push into. It worked, and the younger figure picked up the pace a little bit.

Viktor soon changed their position again though, moving to put Yuri's hands against the headboard as he went behind him, holding onto his hips as he pushed inside again. Yuri cried out a little, a confused mess of pleasure and uncertainty, but Viktor kissed his back and held his hands flat against the man's chest, going gently.

He could never do this with another man... Viktor thought to himself, knowing deep down that this figure he'd become enthralled with had probably never considered his own needs prior to their meeting. He still tenses up a little, like he has to convince himself all over again that it's okay. He has to remind himself that it's me, and only me. I'm the only person he'll ever let do this to him. I'm the only person he's ever trusted with this part of himself.

When he felt Yuri buckling under him a little, he pulled him back from the headboard again, and settled the Asian athlete on his back beneath him. Black hair was matted to Yuri's forehead, and he was breathing heavily...but those brown eyes...they were still longing. So Viktor did his best, and returned to his day-long attempt at seducing this man beneath him.

He pulled Yuri's knees against to his sides and pushed on between them, taking him in his free hand as the other reached up to stroke Yuri's face. The younger man leaned into the touch affectionately, and then leaned his head back as Viktor started moving again.

"...V...Vikt...tor...!" He cried out, biting down on one of his knuckles in desperation.

The older skater could sense when Yuri was on the edge; certain muscles tensed, his back arched a certain way, and Yuri's expression changed. When he saw and felt it, Viktor leaned in close to the man's ear and whispered, "Ja tebja lublju, Yuri..."

Yuri clenched up almost immediately after, desperately trying not to cry out too loudly, wrapping his arms tightly around Viktor's head and shoulders as his body quaked. Viktor kept stroking gently, waiting for the trembling to stop before pulling his hand away. He kept pace with his hips until he himself was ready to finish, pushing deep inside as Yuri clung to him, panting heavy breaths against the crook of his neck. Viktor stayed right where he was for a while after that, letting Yuri hold onto him as long as he wanted, and hugging him tightly in return. When he finally withdrew, he leaned to his side, collecting Yuri in his arms again and holding him gently, his cheek to the man's shoulder. Yuri still twitched now and again, and Viktor slowly rubbed his chest.

"Viktor..." He finally said, causing the Russian to lift his head a little from where he'd pressed it to Yuri's skin.

"Hm?"

"Ja tože...tebja lub...lublju."

Viktor had to lift his head up fully to look at his partner at the sound of that, and when he saw a brown eye looking to the side at him from where his head had been submerged in the downy pillows, he felt a tear fall from one of his own.

Yuri was confused, and turned to look at him more straight-on, "Viktor? Did...did I say it wrong?"

"No..."

"...Then...why are you...?"

"...I don't...remember teaching you those words. I'm..." The Russian reached up to rub his eyes and smiled, "I'm just happy to hear them from you. You said them perfectly."