Since getting married, Victor had been finding it harder and harder to carve out time to be with his husband. Between both of their practice schedules, the start of competitions, and the endless list of post-wedding to-dos, he was starting to crave Yuuri's touch at an unbearable level. The few times they did find for physical intimacy were hurried and furtive, and only served to drive his frustration higher.
But Victor Nikiforov was not a man to let life happen to him. Having identified the problem, he set about carving out a solution. Consulting their schedules, he located a weekend evening where they had no prior commitments, and blocked it off firmly in both of their calendars. Luckily, his husband didn't seem to notice the addition, and said nothing about it until the evening in question arrived.
Victor had made him take a long, relaxing bath after dinner, and as he was coming out of the bathroom, he asked, "So what is going on tonight, Vitya? You never did…"
As he saw their bedroom, his voice trailed off. Victor had spared no expense nor effort on this evening. He had strung up small twinkling lights above the headboard of their bed and lit candles around the room, providing light only by these ornaments. On the bed itself he had strewn as many red rose petals as he had been able to buy, completing the scene with a path of rose petals to the door of their bathroom. Victor himself was lying on the bed, head propped up on one hand.
Of course, he was naked.
Yuuri stared at the whole scene for a few seconds without saying anything. Finally Victor broke the silence. He patted the bed next to him and said in his most alluring voice, "Come here, lyubimiy."
Yuuri's eyes flickered, and Victor could tell he was torn between questioning his husband's sanity and obeying. In the end, his carnal desires seemed to win out, as he silently obeyed, shedding the towel around him as he padded towards their bed.
Victor watched him approach with hungry eyes, raking in every inch of the body he loved so much. As Yuuri lowered himself to the bed, Victor grabbed him by the back of the neck, drawing Yuuri's body on top of his, locking them together in a passionate kiss. He wasn't interested in starting this slowly. He was much too pent-up for that. He did, however, intend to fully enjoy every inch of this man.
He finally allowed his husband to break away from him and gasp in air. Victor, however, had no interest in such things, instead traveling his mouth down along the elegant curves of the neck in front of him. Eventually, he made his way to his husband's nipple, and bit it harshly. A whimper sounded from above his head, and Victor smiled around the nipple still clutched between his teeth. Gently, he tugged his head backwards, and was rewarded with a keening cry of his name.
Releasing his grip, he looked up at his husband. "Yes, dusha moya?"
Panting, Yuuri gasped out, "Stop teasing me, Vitya. I want you inside me."
Electricity flooded his abdomen at the bold declaration, but Victor worked to keep calm. "Of course, krasavets. Do you need me to get you ready?"
Yuuri glanced away, his cheeks tinting with red. "I...I already prepped myself in the bath. I was hoping we would do this…"
Victor gritted his teeth violently. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to keep calm," he growled. Reaching down, he anchored his hands in Yuuri's full ass, pulling a little to get him to shift his body further up towards the head of the bed. Simultaneously, Victor slid his body down, until Yuuri's dick was displayed in front of his face. He felt his mouth water as he grinned. "Itadakimasu," he said, then clamped his mouth around his husband's cock.
Yuuri shuddered, twitching inside of Victor. The Russian man hummed in satisfaction, and a hand buried itself in his hair. Victor took that as a signal that his husband was ready, and began his attack. With firm strokes he moved his head up and down, swirling his tongue around the shaft as far down as he could reach with each stroke. Yuuri moaned wantonly above him, and his free hand reached behind him to wander down Victor's chest.
For a few minutes, Yuuri held out admirably, particularly considering how long they had gone without proper sex. But Victor was confident in his fellatio skills, and eventually he tasted the telltale precum in his mouth. He sucked his cheeks in harder, urging his husband to completion.
It came a scant few seconds later, as Yuuri threw his head back with a cry and emptied himself inside of Victor's mouth. As he came down from his high, he flopped his head back down again to bow over his husband, withdrawing his cock in the same motion. Victor licked his lips as he looked up at his beautiful lover, admiring the sight of him after coming undone.
As he was staring, Yuuri shifted his legs down to allow himself better access to Victor. "This isn't enough," he gasped, as one hand trailed down Victor's side and the other traveled over the hard planes of his abdomen, gripping for purchase as they went. "I need more of you."
He felt like a switch went off in his head. Firmly, Victor grabbed his spouse and flipped them over so that he was on top. Before Yuuri had a chance to recover, he was reaching for the bottle of lube he had readied and pouring the liquid over his dick. Flinging the bottle to the side, Victor lined his head up with his lover's entrance, stroking it up and down languidly. He watched Yuuri's face intently, and murmured, "Then I'll give you more. In fact, you can have all of me." As he spoke, he thrust himself inside in one smooth motion.
Victor kept his eyes trained on his husband, who shuddered as he was entered. But when he was filled, he simply gripped his hands onto Victor's arms and repeated breathlessly, "Give me more of you."
Wordlessly, Victor complied. The room quickly filled with the squelching sound of his thrusts and the slap of his balls on Yuuri's skin. Soon, Yuuri's moans were added to the mix, and a symphony of sounds was played on his body; the whisper of hands on skin, the hum of his voice, the staccato beat of thrusts, and the punctuated cries from particularly intense pulsing. Normally, Victor liked to switch their positions during lovemaking, but his desire to occupy his husband's body was much too intense to allow him to even consider withdrawing his cock from the warm heat for the time it would take to do that. So instead, he kept incessantly driving into Yuuri, over and over, as he roamed his hands over every square inch of skin that he could possibly reach.
Although he did his best to hold out, and had in fact brought Yuuri to orgasm twice more, Victor eventually felt his release undeniably building up. He determined that it would be impossible to hold it in any longer. Accordingly, he straightened his body up, looping Yuuri's knees over his elbows,then leaning back down so he could press their bodies together more intensely. As he was folded in this manner, Yuuri's voice keened out even higher, and he cried out his husband's name in such a desperate manner that it had Victor coming almost instantly.
He held tightly onto Yuuri's legs as his cock pumped out streams of cum. When he finally was satisfied that every last drop had been emptied inside of his husband, he gently lowered Yuuri's legs and noted with satisfaction that he was covered in a fresh load of cum from his third orgasm...or was it the fourth? As he tried to remember, he ran his hand idly through Yuuri's hair, pleased to find that it was sweaty from their lovemaking.
As gently as possible, he withdrew from his husband, and settled himself next to him on the bed. He returned his hand to the dark hair, stroking it gently as he murmured, "Was that too much, dorogoi moy?"
Flopping his head over to meet his husband's eyes, Yuuri responded in a breathless voice, "No, not at all, Vitya. I really needed that from you. I've felt so disconnected from you lately, with how busy we've been." He smiled seductively. "In fact, I hope we can do this more often now that we're figuring out our schedules."
Victor forgot to breathe for a moment in the heat of his husband's raw animalistic sensuality. Then he recovered and managed to return the smile. "Of course, krasavets. I promise to always make time for you."