Victor assessed his student, taking stock of his emotional state. Yuuri was outwardly calm, sitting on a bench watching a fellow competitor as he waited for his turn to skate. But Victor located the slight tremor in Yuuri's hands that betrayed his nervousness.
He frowned, trying to decide what to do. He had recently discovered that blow jobs worked quite well to relieve Yuuri's nerves, but his husband was up next, and there wasn't time for them to sneak off for that. As he contemplated what to do, he knelt down in front of Yuuri, checking to make sure that his skates were the correct tension.
The action earned him a glance from his husband. The smooth brown eyes wavered as they looked down at Victor, and he decided to try to make light of the situation a little. He smiled broadly at his student. "Why, hello there, krasavets." He noticed the inadvertent shudder that went through Yuuri at the use of the name he normally only used in bed. He grinned wider and slid his hands slowly up to Yuuri's calves.
The Japanese man jumped. "What are you doing, Vitya?"
With a wink, Victor replied, "Well, I thought that as long as I'm down here…" He noted in satisfaction that Yuuri's throat bobbed as he said that, and he continued in a voice with more heat than he had intended, "I might as well give you a little massage. You know, to relax you before your short program."
His hands began working in earnest, massaging slow circles around the backs of Yuuri's calves. He watched intently as his husband gritted his teeth against the stimulation, keeping his eyes trained firmly on the skater who was currently performing. After administering to his calves for a while, Victor decided that it was time to up the game. He shifted his hands up, sliding them to the backs of Yuuri's thighs.
Instantly, the Japanese man leaped out of his seat as if he had been poked with a needle. Luckily for him, his motion coincided with the end of the previous skater's performance, so it could be written off as him preparing to go out onto the ice himself. Victor grinned up at his husband, not removing his hands from Yuuri's things. Yuuri glared down at him, bending over to hiss, "That's enough, Vitya! Take your hands off my legs!"
"Why?" Victor purred. "You like it, don't you?"
Yuuri closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose briefly. "That's not the point. Look, I have to go out on the ice, so can you please let me go?"
"Oh, of course, muzh moy. I would never want to hinder you." Releasing his hold, Victor held his hands up in surrender, smiling innocently up at his student. Yuuri gave him one last glare, then turned on his toe to go get into position.
Victor smiled after his retreating back, satisfied that he had done his job. There wasn't a trace of nervousness in the lines of his husband's body now.
When they returned to their hotel room following dinner that evening, Yuuri dropped their bags and went straight to the bed, flopping backwards onto it with a sigh. Victor followed him, shaking off his shoes and noticing with surprise that his husband hadn't even taken the time to do the same. He leaned over Yuuri, caging him in with his arms as he asked, "Dusha moya, what's wrong? Are you all right?"
Yuuri's eyes flicked open, and he said, "Yeah, sure, Vitya."
Victor frowned. "That doesn't sound very convincing. Are you tired from the short program today?"
"Hmm. Maybe."
Searching his husband's face, Victor saw traces of uneasiness. He said firmly, "I thought you did a fantastic job today. And based on your score, the judges agreed." He shifted his body so he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, idly rubbing his hand along the top of his spouse's thigh.
Yuuri shrugged. "I guess so."
Clearly, he wasn't going to get much out of the man this way. Victor slid his body off the bed, finally gaining Yuuri's interest, prompting him to ask, "What are you doing?"
Victor smiled as his hands went to Yuuri's feet. "Well, as long as I'm down here…" He paused for dramatic effect, then continued, "...I might as well take off your shoes."
There was a pause, then a voice above his head ground out, "You're impossible, Vitya."
He chuckled as he released the first shoe and drew it off. "But you love me."
Another pause. "Hai. Very much."
Although he had expected it, the ready agreement still hit Victor. He rested his head against his husband's shin as he was in the middle of pulling off the second shoe. It just wasn't fair that this man was so…
Unable to finish the thought, he decided to act upon it instead. Raising his body up, he squiggled until Yuuri parted his knees, allowing Victor to settle between them. He raised his head up slightly, asking, "What are you doing now?"
Victor grinned, repeating, "Well, as long as I'm down here…"
This time, as he spoke, his hands went to Yuuri's pants, undoing the zipper and reaching inside to free Yuuri's dick. Although he was soft, just the touch of Victor's hand made a pulse run through it. Victor smiled broadly, vaguely aware that he probably looked a bit predatory. He was past caring, though. Leaning forward, he took his husband fully into his mouth.
Yuuri grunted as he closed his lips. Victor hummed. He loved the feeling of his husband's dick, even when it wasn't hard. The soft suppleness of it was delightful. It never took Yuuri very long to react to him, and he loved the feeling of him slowly growing hard in his mouth, like what was happening now. To speed up the process, he massaged the underside of Yuuri's cock with his tongue, coaxing it to grow even bigger. He was quickly rewarded for his efforts, and within minutes Yuuri was fully erect inside his mouth.
With a gasp, he released his hold in order to suck in deep gulps of air. He had gotten a little carried away and allowed Yuuri to sit in the back of his throat, and as he tried to catch his breath, he could still feel the residue of pressure. The sensation made his own dick twitch, and he hungrily locked his eyes on his husband's to see if he was ready for more.
The brown eyes were trained steadily on him, wavering with lust but firm. Victor smiled in satisfaction. "That's a good look you have, lyubimiy," he purred. "You look ready to give me a load of your cum."
Not waiting for an answer, he returned his head to the pulsing cock in front of him, swallowing it down with a harsh motion. He hummed in satisfaction as it hit the same aching spot in the back of his throat, and began harshly pumping up and down, chasing the feeling in that place.
All too soon, his husband clenched a hand into his hair, and Victor knew he was going to reach soon. He sucked harder, and was rewarded with the taste of semen on his tongue. He patiently waited while his husband spasmed, over and over, until he finally grew still. Not swallowing the cum in his mouth, Victor gently pushed Yuuri on the chest, inviting him to lie down fully on the bed. He then began working Yuuri's pants off, yanking them impatiently down. He inserted two fingers into his mouth, coating them with Yuuri's cum.
He heard an uncertain voice. "What are you doing, Vitya?"
Swallowing the excess sperm, Victor smiled up at him. "As long as I'm down here…" This time, he punctuated his words by tracing his coated fingers around Yuuri's puckered entrance, eliciting a whine from his student. He took this as encouragement, and gently pressed his middle finger inside.
Yuuri shivered in pleasure, and Victor drove the digit in further. He couldn't decide if he wanted to look at his husband's face, or the hole that was accepting his finger so easily. The latter won out, and he leaned his head forward to lick along Yuuri's scrotum as he inserted his other finger.
The panting above his head grew more intense, and Yuuri gasped out, "Vi-Vitya, I...I don't think we should, tonight…"
Reluctantly, Victor removed his mouth to respond. "Don't worry, solnyshko, I'm not going to enter you tonight. I just wanted to make you feel good a little, that's all." Withdrawing his fingers, he stood up and removed his own pants and underwear. As he settled in between his husband's legs, he pushed Yuuri's shirt up out of the way, pressing their cocks together. Leaning in close, he whispered huskily, "For tonight, this will have to do."
Gripping them both in his hand that was still slick with Yuuri's cum, Victor began simultaneously moving his hand up and down and thrusting his hips. The combined motions made Yuuri's back stutter in pleasure, inadvertently bucking himself up into Victor's hand. The Russian man gritted his teeth and hissed, "Fuck, Yuuri, why are you so damn sexy." He redoubled his efforts, unable to hold back any longer from the titillating sensations.
As he watched his lover writhe under him, he felt his climax building. In his most seductive voice, he asked, "Yuuri, lyubov moya, are you ready to come again?"
Panting, Yuuri nodded his head emphatically. Victor smirked. "That's good. Come for me, khoroshiy mal'chik." At his own words, he gave a harsh thrust, and felt himself spilling over his hand. His husband followed soon after, and their combined cum soaked his fingers.
Victor had to catch himself with his free hand so he wouldn't collapse on top of Yuuri. He hadn't realized how much he had needed his own release. He smiled tiredly down at his spouse. "Do you feel any better, lyubimiy?"
Yuuri's eyes, filled with love, looked back up at him. "Yes, Vitya. Thank you for always taking care of me." His eyes flicked downwards to their dicks, still held together. "Speaking of, while you're down there...do you think you could take care of that mess?"
Victor stared at him in astonishment for a second, and then laughed heartily. This beautiful man was always surprising him.