Victor heard the apartment door shut and breathed a short sigh of relief. He had felt tense the entire time they were having dinner, and although he felt a bit bad leaving his spouse alone with Oleg, he had jumped at the chance to put Aki to bed and escape the oppressive atmosphere in the dining room. Besides, he knew that Yuuri was an excellent host, and could easily see to their guest's needs alone.

He glanced down at Aki, and saw that she was sleeping soundly. He decided that since Oleg was gone, it was worth it to try to get her to sleep by herself. Gingerly, he stood up and placed her in her crib, sneaking out of her room as quietly as he could.

He waited a moment outside of her door to make sure she wouldn't start crying before deeming it safe to go find his husband. He went into the dining room and saw Yuuri still sitting at the table, staring at the dish in front of him with a haunted look.

Frowning, Victor walked over to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder as he said, "Lapochka, what's wrong?"

Yuuri jumped, and his eyes seemed to panic for an instant as they looked at Victor. Then he smiled and said, "Oh, Vitya. I'm sorry. I was just staring off into space. I really should clean the dishes."

He stood up, but Victor held him in place by his shoulder. "I'll clean them. You go lie down. You look tired. And I'm not surprised, with how much you ran around the past two days to get ready for this. It's my turn to put in some work." He smiled and gave his spouse a little push out of the dining room. Obediently, Yuuri shuffled away, seeming rather dazed.

Victor watched him leave, then hurried to clean up the dishes. Something seemed off about Yuuri, and he wanted to get to him quickly to figure out what it was. Finally, he finished cleaning everything and scurried to their bedroom, opening the door quietly in case his husband was asleep.

Yuuri was laying on his back on their bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling. Victor shut the door and went over to him, sitting on his side of the bed tentatively. "Yuuri? Are you all right?"

The dark eyes flicked over to him, and he was surprised to see a spark shoot through them. He found himself being yanked down onto the bed, and let out a little yelp before his mouth was being sealed off by Yuuri's. His husband was harsh and demanding with the kiss, shoving his tongue into Victor's mouth and stealing his breath. The suddenness of the whole thing surprised him so much that he hardly noticed that Yuuri had worked his shirt off until he was being pushed onto his back. Yuuri loomed over him for a moment as he tore off his own shirt, then descended back down to yank his pants and underwear off in one motion. Before Victor could register what was going on, Yuuri was taking him into his mouth.

The sensation of Yuuri's lips closing over him made his hips buck up off the bed. He rapidly started growing hard, but tried desperately to get control over his thoughts. "Muzh moy, what is going on?" he managed to gasp out.

Yuuri looked up at him, and without removing his mouth, muttered, "Ah jus' need oo."

It wasn't fair when Yuuri was that sexy. Victor nodded, giving in to the pleasure. He decided he would ask his husband what was bothering him tomorrow. Tonight, though, he would just focus on giving him the physical comfort he seemed to need.

He was almost fully hard now, and said through gritted teeth, "Zolotse, that's enough. I'm ready now."

Yuuri removed his mouth and stood up next to the bed, stripping off the rest of his clothes and fishing lube out of the nightstand. He opened the bottle and poured some onto Victor's dick, making the silver-haired man flinch at the coldness of the liquid. Tossing the bottle to one side, Yuuri knelt on the bed over Victor's hips and positioned himself over the erect cock. Slowly, he lowered himself onto it, biting his lip as he sank his body fully down. When he had bottomed out, he sat for a moment, panting.

Worried, Victor said, "Do you need to stop for a minute?"

Yuuri shook his head, and his black hair swayed beautifully. "No, I'm fine now. I'm gonna start moving." He lifted his body up with his knees, and came crashing back down. They both cried out at the same time, and Yuuri threw his head back as he began a rhythm, rising up and down over and over. After a few minutes, he leaned himself forward and rested his hands on Victor's thighs, squeezing them tightly for purchase as he continued bucking up and down.

His nipples were enticingly close, so Victor reached out and twisted them gently with his fingers. Yuuri dipped his head down further and whined.

Victor had been trying desperately to go at his husband's pace, but this adorableness was just too much. He grabbed Yuuri's hips and thrusted upward savagely. Yuuri's head snapped up, and he cried out sharply. "Vityaaa! You can...just...lie there. I'll...I'll do you…"

"No way," Victor growled, thrusting harder.

"Aaah, Vitya, I'm...I'm going to come."

"Me too, lapochka."

Immediately Yuuri's hand splayed onto Victor's chest, and he attempted to stop their motions. "No, Vitya, you can't come yet. I need you to fuck me longer."

Fuck, why was this man so sexy? Victor started to push again as he said, "It's all right, Yuuri, I'll give you as much cum as you want tonight."

His husband seemed to accept this, as his body relaxed and became easier to thrust into. Within a minute, they both were coming, Victor inside of his husband, while Yuuri's seed splayed all over Victor's chest. When he had spent himself, Yuuri leaned forward on his hands, panting heavily.

But Victor was determined to honor his lovely husband's wishes. He pushed Yuuri backwards off of him, flattening him on the bed and then gently rolling him over onto his stomach. He guided his cock to his husband's gently pulsing opening, and was intoxicated even further by the sight of some of his cum starting to leak slowly out of the hole. He dug his hands into the plump mounds of Yuuri's ass, spreading it apart to allow himself better access. Lining himself up with the hole, he thrust inside in one smooth motion.

Yuuri shuddered as he was entered, and Victor asked, "Does that feel all right, zvezda moya?"

The black head just nodded into the pillow.

Gripping Yuuri's ass tighter, Victor began to fuck him, slowly and gently, trying to make up for the harshness he had used earlier. He wanted to make sure that Yuuri knew he was loved in every way, so he deliberately used every trick he could think of to make himself last as long as possible. Eventually, however, the silky smoothness of Yuuri's ass combined with the soft wetness of the mixed lube and cum got to him. He leaned down and whispered in Yuuri's ear, "Can I come again?"

There was another nod. Victor needed no further permission, and let go of his restraint, emptying himself inside of his husband for a second time. With an effort, he levered himself off to the side when he was finished, panting. He laid there until he caught his breath and then asked, "Do you need me to do anything for you so you can come again?"

There was no answer, so Victor reached out and shifted Yuuri's face sideways. He was shocked to see that the other man was already asleep. He also noticed that his eyes looked swollen, and his pillow was wet with tears.

Something was definitely wrong.