The First Love

by animomma

Victor and Yuuri have their first time.

Victor carried Yuuri carefully into his bedroom–no, it was their bedroom from now on–and deposited him gently onto the bed. He made sure the door was fully closed, as he didn't want Makkachin intruding on their first time together. He wanted to ensure this was as special for Yuuri as possible.

Satisfied that they would be uninterrupted, he knelt on the bed, caging his fiancé in with his limbs. He leaned down so that their lips brushed together. He just couldn't get enough of the fact that Yuuri wasn't pulling away from his touch anymore. Victor looked closely into Yuuri's eyes, peppering his lips with small kisses in between each of his words. "Zhizn moya...do...you want...to do me...or have me...do you?" Finally having gotten his sentence fully out, Victor gave into his desire to kiss his love, and pressed their lips firmly together, roughly twining their tongues together in Yuuri's mouth. He was very reluctant to stop kissing this beautiful man, but he also wanted to hear Yuuri's reply, so he forced himself to pull back after a while, when he felt like he had been sufficiently charged to be able to keep himself off his fiancé long enough for a short conversation.

But only if it was very short.

Yuuri's eyes were glazed over with lust as they drew apart, and his breathing was rapid as he struggled to find words to reply. "I...uh...Victor–no, I mean, Vitya–I don't really care…"

Pressing a few more small kisses to those perfect lips, Victor replied, "But, Yuuri...don't you have one...that you prefer?"

Somehow, the Japanese man's face grew redder than it had been before, and he turned his head away, suddenly refusing to meet Victor's gaze. "Oh, uh, not really…"

Realization dawned on Victor, and he gently reached out and turned his fiancé's face back towards him. "Lapochka, could it be...am I your first?"

Now the blush had spread to Yuuri's ears. He shifted his eyes down, and nodded once.

Victor's dick surged with the knowledge that he was going to be the first one to get to take this exquisite man. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to calm down enough to respond. He had to make doubly sure that their first time was good for Yuuri now, and take care to be as gentle as possible. "In that case, I think you should probably do me first, and then we can see how you feel. Unless you want to try the other way?"

Yuuri finally raised his gaze to meet his coach's. "I don't really know...Vitya. All I know is that I want you, in whatever way I can have you."

This declaration momentarily froze Victor to the spot. Then he catapulted forward, reclaiming Yuuri's lips and pressing him firmly down onto the bed. He joined their mouths together frantically, until saliva was dripping down between them and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Only then did he withdraw, satisfied to see his partner looking even hazier than before. "Shit, Yuuri, you can't just say such sexy things like that…" He dropped back down to place a few more open-mouthed kisses on his fiancé before sitting up and stripping off his shirt. As he flung it to one side, he leaned over Yuuri to reach into the nightstand next to his bed. Vaguely, it occurred to him that he was going to have to get a matching one, so that Yuuri could keep his things next to the bed as well, since there was no way in hell Victor was going to allow him to ever sleep separately from him again. For now, though, he concentrated on rifling through it, trying to locate a bottle of lube.

He hadn't slept with anyone for a long time, since before he had met Yuuri. Ever since they had met, he'd only had eyes for Yuuri, and hadn't had a need to touch anyone else. And now that their love was finally becoming realized, Victor was realizing that he should have made sure he was properly stocked up. He was just beginning to wonder if he'd have to make an emergency store run when his fingers closed on a bottle. He smiled in triumph and began to draw it out of the drawer.

At that same moment, he felt a wet sensation on his nipple, and cried out inadvertently. Looking down, he saw Yuuri's dark head straining up so that his mouth could lock onto Victor's chest. His whole body shook at the sight, and Yuuri allowed his head to drop back, searching for Victor's eyes as he asked, "Is this all right, Vitya? I don't really know much about this stuff, since I only kinda messed around a bit in college, but I really want to make you feel good…"

Fuck, why was this man so sexy? Trying desperately to calm himself down, he replied with more heat than he had intended, "Zhizn moya, everything you do to me feels amazing. I want you to touch me however you want, since from now on I entirely belong to you."

Yuuri's eyes sparked, and his arms went around Victor's back, tugging until he was held flush against Yuuri's face. His mouth returned to Victor's nipple, and this time he suckled on it, taking it firmly between his teeth as he rolled and teased it. Victor began squirming under the sudden intensity, letting out unseemly mewling noises.

Within an embarrassingly short time, he felt his aching cock twitch, and knew that his release was coming. He put a hand on the silky black hair against his chest, trying weakly to push it away. "Yuu...Yuuuuriiii...I can't...I need to…" In an attempt to force action, he sat up on Yuuri's lap, but his lover simply followed him until they were both sitting upright in the bed.

This was even worse now, since Victor could feel the proof of Yuuri's arousal pressing against his ass through his pants. He gave into the sensations assaulting him, clutching Yuuri's head to his chest as he came with a stuttering cry. When his body had finished shaking, his lover finally withdrew his head, looking up at him with wonder in those soft brown eyes. "Vic...Vitya, did you just come?"

Victor's face flushed a little, but he tried his best to recover with a smile that he hoped was seductive. "Well, it's been a long time. I haven't wanted anyone but you since we met, and now I get to have you."

Sudden heat flashed in Yuuri's eyes, and he growled, "Vitya, can you take your pants off? It must be uncomfortable for you now."

He was loath to part from Yuuri even for a second, but recognized that, in order to continue, their clothes had to get out of the way. Reluctantly, he stood up and shed the rest of his clothes, allowing them to fall to the floor. As he did, Yuuri watched him breathlessly. Laughing at the look of stupor on the other man's face, Victor said, "Aren't you going to take your clothes off too, lapochka?"

Shaking his head as if removing himself from a daze, Yuuri replied, "Oh. Yeah, I suppose I should." He drew his shirt over his head, and then reached for his zipper.

But he was going entirely too slowly for Victor. Impatiently, the Russian man batted away the fumbling hands, making quick work of the clothing and freeing Yuuri's dick from its confines. It practically sprang upwards, erect and pulsing. Victor's mouth watered a little. He was overcome with an urge to take it in his mouth. Kneeling at the side of the bed, he yanked Yuuri's pants down a little more to gain better access, and plunged himself onto the waiting member in one smooth motion.

Yuuri's hips bucked upwards, and Victor gagged as the head hit the back of his throat. He refused to let go, however, even though his lover gasped and exclaimed, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, are you all right?" Victor nodded his head as best as he could without releasing his hold on the dick in his mouth, and began to suck. As Yuuri began to moan underneath him, Victor located the lube and popped the bottle open. With fumbling fingers, since he was unwilling to remove his head and afford himself a decent view of what he was doing, he squeezed some liquid out onto his fingers. Working his hand behind himself, he pressed a finger inside of his hole.

A breathless gasp came from above him. "Vit...ya, what are you doing?"

Annoyed, Victor flicked his eyes up to Yuuri's. He didn't want to waste his mouth on such an obvious question, when he was entirely too busy using it to suck up and down the length of the man he loved. He chose to ignore the question, running his tongue up and down Yuuri's shaft as a response instead, as he simultaneously inserted another finger into himself.

Yuuri's eyes, watching his motions intently, wavered, and Victor felt the dick in his mouth pulse. That was all the warning he got before his fiancé was bending over his head, grunting his release. Victor felt his entrance twitch in anticipation as his mouth was flooded with the salty liquid. Despite the suddenness of his partner's climax, he did his best to accept all of the cum inside, swallowing it down as it came out in spurts. When it stopped, he leaned back, wiping the corner of his lip as Yuuri fell back onto the bed, panting.

Again, Victor twitched at the erotic sight before him. He mentally wondered at his body, which was seemingly ready to go at the slightest provocation from this man.

Well, who was he to say no?

On legs that were less steady than he would have liked to admit, Victor stood and situated himself on the bed, straddling Yuuri's lap. As he settled into place, he felt his fiancé's dick spring up a little, hitting him in the ass. He smirked and said, "You're still eager to go even right after coming, huh? I should have known, you do have amazing stamina after all." He reached behind himself to position the hard cock at his opening. "Make sure to show me that stamina now, krasavets." Keeping their eyes locked together, Victor slowly lowered himself onto his love.

As Yuuri started to enter him, Victor found that he had to go a little slower than he would have liked. As he got about halfway down on his fiancé's length, he bent his head down, biting his lip to keep from crying out. He felt like he was being swallowed up by the heady sensation of being filled. He decided he needed a break, and made the mistake of looking up into his partner's eyes.

They were filled with a potent mixture of heat and overwhelming love. The intensity Victor saw there simply took his breath away. Without further hesitation, he sat down fully in one swift motion, sheathing Yuuri up to the hilt.

Both men groaned, bodies bucking at their sudden joining. Victor took a few moments to catch his breath, then gasped out, "Zhizn moya, I'm going to move now." Yuuri nodded once, fervently, and Victor drew himself partially up before allowing his weight to bring him crashing back down onto the waiting cock.

As he settled into a rhythm, Victor found himself gasping desperately for air. He couldn't decide if the dick inside of him felt painful or wonderful, but either way, he was drowning in the feeling and couldn't get enough. Even with his dubious sensations, this felt much better than anything he had ever experienced. Sure, he had taken lovers before, and performed both roles. But this far surpassed anything he had ever done. He supposed that this was the difference of having sex with someone you loved, someone who you wanted with every ounce of your being. Any feeling that he could get from Yuuri would be cherished, and hunted down until he could have more. He rode on his fiancé, chasing that mindset, that nameless hunger to be further filled, further fucked, further loved. Eventually, all traces of pain faded away, and he was flooded with a mindless pleasure that permeated throughout his body.

He wanted nothing more than for the sensation to last forever, but his love was panting underneath him. He reached out and grabbed their hands, intertwining their fingers. He recognized the desperate look in Yuuri's eyes, and panted, "Are you...going to come?"

"I...I want you to come first…" Yuuri's words were punctuated with a grunt as Victor slammed his hips down particularly hard.

He curled his lips back in a smile. "It's okay, krasavets, you can come...just looking at you, I'm about ready to...to…" Voicing the emotion did in the last bit of Victor's reason, and he felt his muscles clench tightly around his fiancé. As if it was responding to being squeezed, Yuuri's cock shuddered and, with a cry, he emptied himself inside of Victor's contracting hole.

When the last of his throes had passed, Victor looked down, panting hard, and was stunned to see that his front was clean.

Yuuri articulated what he was thinking. "Vitya...did you...come at all?"

"I...I think I just came from the back." He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on his fiancé. "See, now you've taken a first for me, too." He chuckled as Yuuri turned a delightful shade of red. "So, lapochka, do you want to keep going?"

Yuuri looked at him with loving eyes. "Yes, I do. I...want to feel you inside of me now."

Victor glowed at the words, laden with trust. Slowly, he shifted his hips upward, withdrawing himself from Yuuri's length. They both shuddered as they parted. Victor was immediately made keenly aware of the sensation of the cum pooled inside of him, but did his best to ignore it to prevent his own premature release. He snagged the bottle of lube off the bedside table again, shifting his body so he was situated between Yuuri's legs. He gently spread them open, feeling a slight resistance as he did so. He looked up at the Japanese man and asked gently, "Lapochka, do you not want to do this?"

"N–no, that's not it. It's just...embarrassing showing you this." Yuuri refused to meet his partner's eyes as he stuttered out this confession.

Victor scowled. "What do you mean, embarrassing? I've seen you naked at the onsen plenty of times before."

"That's different! I wasn't showing you...all of me then."

Despite himself, Victor flet a flash of heat at these words. "I know," he responded huskily. "That makes this all that much better. I want to see all of you, and have all of you."

Abruptly, he leaned down and licked around the base of Yuuri's dick. Yuuri's head jerked backwards, and Victor smiled, taking this as encouragement. He moved his head downwards as he poured lube onto his fingers and pressed one gently to Yuuri's puckered entrance. He watched, fascinated, as he pressed the pad of his finger slowly inside and saw it get swallowed up. He shivered in delight as he watched this part of his fiancé's body accept him. Languidly, he began to push his finger inside further, then gave shallow little strokes. He looked up to assess how Yuuri was taking this, and was caught off guard to see Yuuri watching him with an intense gaze.

"How does it feel, zhizn moya?"

"I...I don't know...it's a bit strange...but, Vitya, what does that mean? You keep calling me that...jeezin moyuh? What is that?"

Victor realized he had let another pet name slip out. He grinned. "Zhizn moya? It means 'my life.'" He sped up the pace of his finger a little bit.

Yuuri gasped, but persisted, "You...also called me something else...kurasai…"

"Krasavets?"

Yuuri nodded.

The grin became a smirk as Victor replied, "That means 'handsome.'" He experimentally twirled his finger around, noting with satisfaction that his fiancé had loosened up.

"You keep calling me so many things...that I can't keep up," Yuuri protested, a whine snaking into his voice as Victor continued to probe him inside.

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep explaining them to you, because there's no way I'm going to stop." As he spoke, he punctuated his words with the addition of a second finger. He watched in satisfaction as Yuuri shuddered. "I'll drench you with my words and my love until you understand how much I've longed for you." As he started moving his fingers again, he leaned down and licked the taut skin above Yuuri's entrance.

Yuuri flinched. "Don't lick there, that's not clean!"

Victor dragged his tongue upwards until his lips were resting against his lover's testicles. Flicking his eyes up, he asked, "Did you think it was dirty when you were inside of me?"

"No, Vitya, of course not, I–"

"All right, then." He didn't want to waste any more time with talking. He wanted to use his mouth for more important things, like tasting every inch of the beautiful man in front of him. Hungrily, he parted his lips and locked them around one of the tempting bulges dangling in front of him.

"Mmmnh!"

A flutter went through his abdomen in satisfaction at the strangled noise erupting from over his head. Encouraged by this reaction, Victor suckled gently, simultaneously pumping his fingers a little faster. Yuuri began to writhe under him, and Victor ran his free hand everywhere that he could reach, from the quivering thigh next to his head, over the pronounced hipbone, and up as far as he could reach on the planes of the muscled abdomen. He wished fervently that he had more hands so he could touch everywhere at once. With a frustrated growl, he decided that he had to enter Yuuri soon so he could use both hands to touch his body instead. He shifted his free hand down to cup the other ball as he inserted a third finger gently inside.

"Aaah, aaaah!"

This time there was an open-mouthed cry at his assault. He had to tamp down hard on his willpower, fighting against the sudden urge to grip his fiancé as tightly as he could in a sudden surge of possession. The fact that he was the one eliciting these alluring sounds from the lips he loved so much was too much. He removed his mouth from its hold, raising his head to pant, "Lyubimiy, I can't take it anymore. Can I be inside of you now?"

Although his brow creased a little, the expression passed quickly, leaving only a flushed and dazed expression on Yuuri's face as he nodded.

Carefully, Victor removed his fingers, savoring the whine from his partner as they were fully withdrawn. He shifted his body until he was settled on his knees between his fiancé's thighs. He wanted nothing more than to grip those thighs as tightly as he could, but first he had to insert his length into Yuuri. With annoyance, he realized as he was applying lube to his cock that because it had been a while since he'd had sex, he probably would require the use of at least one hand to make sure he could get inside without hurting his lover. Tossing the lube bottle away, he gripped himself with one hand, and slid the other along the firm skin of the top of Yuuri's thigh, up until it reached the apex of his leg. Grasping gently, he looked up into the wavering brown eyes and said reassuringly, "I'm going to put it in now. Let me know if it hurts or feels uncomfortable, okay?"

The dark head nodded once, and the eyes remained fixed upon him as he lowered his gaze to the spot where they would join. Cautiously, with as much restraint as he could manage in the moment, Victor pressed his head against the puckered opening. There was more resistance than he would have liked, and he looked back at his fiancé. "Does this hurt?"

"N...no, keep going."

He looked suspiciously at the other man. The stutter was not very convincing. Nevertheless, he returned to the task at hand, and slowly inched his way inside until the head was swallowed up. He gritted his teeth at the sensation of being inside the tight heat, trying to focus on the important issue. "How does that feel?" he asked.

"It...it's a little tight, but it feels...it feels good." If it was possible, Yuuri's face flushed even more than before as he said these words.

Unintentionally, Victor tightened his fingers on Yuuri's hip. He pressed himself further inside, carefully watching his love's face to make sure there were no signs of discomfort. Finally, he was fully sheathed, and was able to use his hand to grip the other hip as he said, "It's all in. Does it hurt?"

"Mm...I...I don't know...give me a second...I just need to get used to it, I think."

Victor felt his dick pulse at these words, and clenched his teeth against the primal urge to slam into his partner. He nodded wordlessly instead, deciding to use his newly-liberated hand. He slid it upwards along Yuuri's side, pressing firmly into the flesh there, relishing the feel of every inch. Shifting his hand over, he ghosted it over Yuuri's nipple, smirking as he felt the chest underneath him draw tight in a gasp. He brushed his fingertips hazily back and forth over the nipple a few times, until he felt it grow firm under his touch. When he decided it was hard enough, he gripped the nipple tightly, eliciting a sharp whine from his fiancé.

He lost himself for a few minutes in touching Yuuri's chest, eventually gliding the other hand up to pleasure the free nipple, until Yuuri cried out in a strangled voice, "V-Vitya, move! I need...I need to feel you, please…Vitya…"

Victor's breath drew in sharply. He flattened his palms against his fiancé's chest, using them to stabilize his body as he deliberately withdrew his dick partially out. He watched Yuuri's face carefully as he slowly, gingerly pushed fully back in. When he had finally completed his first stroke, he asked breathlessly, "How did that feel?"

"Hmm...it was still a little tight...but it felt...kind of good." Yuuri turned his head to the side, refusing to meet his lover's eyes as he whispered, "Do it again, Vitya."

The request shot straight through his entire body. He shifted his hands to grip firmly onto Yuuri's hips as he complied, withdrawing his length and steadily pressing it back. When he had completed this stroke, he said, in a voice that was growing decidedly more husky, "How was that?"

"It...was good."

"Hmm. Do you want me to do it again, then?"

The black head nodded, still turned to the side in a refusal to look at the man inside of him.

But Victor was in pursuit of the sweet words he craved. Doggedly, he said, "What was that? I won't understand unless you tell me, dorogoi moy."

"Mmnh...do it again."

"Oh, I don't understand, who do you want to do it again?"

Yuuri squirmed underneath him, but obediently answered, albeit in a desperately quiet voice. "V...Vitya, do it again."

Victor was vaguely aware that he was sporting a smile that probably bordered on depraved, but he couldn't find it in himself to care as he chased the thrill of this gorgeous man begging for his cock. He gave Yuuri what he had asked for, pressing out and in once. "Did you like that, krasavets?"

"Mm...y-yes...do it again, Vitya."

With satisfaction, Victor carried out the request, uttered in such a sweet voice. When he was done, he looked expectantly at the other man, who seemed to be catching on to his demands.

"A-again, Vitya."

"Mmh." He hummed in affirmation, and pulled out his dick again. Instead of sliding it back in gently as he had been doing, however, this time he slammed it in, sheathing himself fully in one hard motion.

Yuuri's back arched off the bed at the sudden joining, and he let out a cry. Victor leaned down low over his head, caging him in with his arms, and rasped, "How was that?"

"Ahh...haah...I...I don't know…"

"Do you need me to do it again so you can find out?"

"Hnn...yes...yes, Vitya, do it again."

This time, Victor didn't even bother withdrawing slowly. With savage force, he completed another thrust, carefully watching his fiancé's face. Yuuri bit his lip, muffling his groan. Victor scowled. "Don't hide your sounds from me. I want to hear all of them." He lowered his head to press a heated kiss to the side of his lover's mouth, trying to lever his head to the side to force Yuuri to turn towards him. Thankfully, the Japanese man seemed to understand what he wanted, and shifted his head so that Victor could kiss him full-on, driving his tongue inside. After a few searing seconds, he parted their lips, and raised his head enough to ask, "Does this feel good? If it doesn't, I need you to tell me now, before I start fucking you for real."

He relished in the shiver that went through Yuuri's body. The only response he got, however, was, "Yes, Vitya. It feels good."

He grinned. "Good. Then don't try to hold in your voice anymore." He pressed their mouths back together as he started to move.

Despite his warning, he started off slowly, simply enjoying the feeling of being inside of this man who he had so longed for. When he felt Yuuri's lips start to melt under him, he sped up without warning, withdrawing his mouth so he could hear the lovely gasps and groans arising from those perfect lips. His hand fisted into Yuuri's hair as he enjoyed watching his beautiful man melt underneath him.

Suddenly, he was filled with an overwhelming urge to see their joining. Giving one parting kiss to Yuuri's forehead, he levered himself up and sat back on his heels, moving his hands to grip underneath Yuuri's knees, spreading them apart so he could see the space where they were connected. He stared long and hard until Yuuri's voice broke through. "Don't stare at me there. It's embarrassing."

Victor shook his head until his hair fell into his eyes. "No. I want to see where we're connected." Dropping his grip on one leg, he reached out and traced the entrance of Yuuri's hole, feeling where it was opening up for him. Yuuri shuddered and covered his face with his hands, but Victor could still see his bright red face through his fingers. Smiling in satisfaction, he began moving again, stroking languidly in and out of his lover, avidly watching their coupling.

Eventually, the stimulation from this image became too much for the pace he was maintaining. With a groan, he sped up, plunging more insistently into his fiancé. Yuuri groaned with him, drawing Victor's gaze. He grinned as their eyes met. "You know, lapochka, this is the same view from a while ago when you were doing me, but it's a lot different now. But still just as amazing as before."

Victor was pretty sure that Yuuri's face was never going to return to a normal color at this point as his ears reddened. Victor leaned over him, not stopping his pace as he purred, "Does this feel good for you, too?"

Yuuri nodded, barely perceptibly, then reached his arms up, tugging at the back of Victor's neck. "Come closer. I want you, Victor."

He stared down at his lover in astonishment at the bold request. Then he smiled, leaning down and murmuring into Yuuri's ear, "That's not what I want to hear from you." He began snapping his hips insistently, punctuating his words.

"I...I don't know what…"

He cut off the words with a growl, "Don't call me Victor." Feeling a surge of possession, he sank his teeth into Yuuri's shoulder.

"Aah...aaah! V-Vitya...Vitya!"

Releasing his hold, he crooned, "That's better. Keep saying my name just like that."

"Vitya…I, I'm sorry, it's just...a bit much to remember...and take all at once. This morning...I...I didn't even know...how you felt about me."

Kissing Yuuri's ear, he crooned, "I'll tell you as many times as you want that I love you."

"Vityaaa…"

"Good job, khoroshiy mal'chik, you're taking my cock so well." Victor punctuated his praise by running his tongue along the edge of Yuuri's ear.

Yuuri's body shuddered, and he gasped out, "Vit-Vitya, I'm going to...I need to…"

Although he was immensely enjoying their lovemaking, Victor was glad to hear this from his fiancé. He had been holding his own release back for quite some time, to the point that it was now almost unbearable. He managed to grunt, "Go ahead, come for me," before he was pouring himself out with a moan. He felt Yuuri clench around him, and the unmistakable spurt of cum on his abdomen. He smiled in relief at this proof of Yuuri feeling good from him. He was glad that his love was able to reach orgasm from anal.

When they both had finished, he pulled up a little, kissing Yuuri affectionately on his nose. "I'm going to pull out now, lyubimiy. Hold on a second." He removed himself from Yuuri's hole, and they both let out small noises. Victor laughed a little at their synchronization.

Yuuri didn't seem to notice, asking instead, "And what does that mean, Vitya? Lew-bee-moyee?"

Victor chuckled at his attempt to pronounce the Russian word. "It means beloved."

"And there was something else you called me too. When are you going to stop with the new pet names?"

Victor laughed in pure delight. "Never. You'll just have to get used to this for the rest of your life, dorogoi moy. Because I am never letting you go."