Yuuri stood in his room and looked around. Although to be honest, the room had never really felt like his, as he had only occupied it for a short time since moving into Victor's apartment. It hadn't taken him much time to put his belongings away, pull the unpacked moving boxes out of the closet, and stack them neatly by the bed. He was pondering exactly what to do with them when he heard footsteps approaching.

Turning around, he saw the soft eyes of his fiancé. Victor smiled and asked, "Are you ready to move your things, lyubimiy?"

Yuuri felt his face flush a little. "I think so. It's just that there isn't really a lot to move, so I'm wondering what we should even take over to the other room."

"What do you mean? We're sharing a room now, what's the point of keeping your things in here?"

"Oh, I don't mean that!" Yuuri was quick to protest, hoping that his fiancé wasn't doubting his intent. "I'm just saying for some of the stuff, I won't use it all that much so it doesn't make sense to move it. Besides, what are you going to do with this room once I'm out of it, anyway?"

Victor wrapped his arms around Yuuri, kissing him on the nose as he admonished, "What we're going to do with it, dusha moya. This is our home, and I want to talk about big things like that with you before deciding. I used to just have this set up as a guest room in case Chris or someone came over, but now I don't really think I want to encourage people to invade our space. I'd much rather just have time alone with you." He punctuated his words with a kiss, this time pressed slowly against the lips.

When he was released, Yuuri mused, "I have been wondering why you bought a three-bedroom apartment when you live alone."

"Lived," Victor corrected again. "And it wasn't really about the bedrooms. It was a nice apartment, and it's a 10-minute walk to the ice rink from here. Also, there's that park nearby where I can take Makkachin on his walks." He smiled. "And besides, we never know what we might want to use the extra rooms for. Any ideas?"

Yuuri thought for a moment, but was interrupted by his fiancé's lips descending on the side of his neck. Letting out a sound that he was a little embarrassed by, Yuuri protested, "Vitya, I'm trying to think!"

"Hmmm. You can think while I do this, can't you?" Without waiting for a response, Victor went back to lavishing kisses along the Japanese man's neck.

"Haah…Vitya, this is…" Yuuri gave up on words, however, when Victor paused his kisses long enough to pull Yuuri's shirt off. He wasted no time in returning his lips to their former spot. Yuuri gave in to the sensation with a pleasant sigh, and allowed his hands to slip inside of his fiancé's shirt and start their own exploration of the dips and planes there.

Victor growled into his skin and moved his mouth lower, taking one of Yuuri's nipples between his teeth. As Yuuri whined, it was rolled and flicked by his lover's tongue, until he felt himself reacting to the stimulation. Victor seemed to notice it as well, and slid his hand down to cup Yuuri's growing erection through his pants.

Reflexively, Yuuri jerked backwards, severing their connections. Making love was still a fairly new experience for him, and sometimes he had a hard time controlling his body when he was fed too much pleasure. Victor seemed to understand this, and instead of becoming offended, he grinned wolfishly and said, "Come along, dusha moya. We should at least use the bed once before you abandon it, don't you think?"

Yuuri felt himself flush to his ears, but he allowed his fiancé to pull him over to the bed by his hand. Once there, Victor pushed him down, and he fell face-first onto the mattress. He heard Victor shedding his clothes, and took the opportunity to ask, "What does that mean? What you just called me? I recognize 'moya' is 'mine,' but I don't know the other word."

Victor pressed his body against Yuuri's back, and the younger man thrilled at the feeling of their skin in contact. Victor murmured in his ear, "Ohh, aren't you learning fast, dusha moya? It means 'my soul.'" He broke their bodies apart again, just enough to give himself space to run his mouth down Yuuri's spine, trailing it with haphazard kisses as he went. Yuuri moaned out loud, and felt himself fully harden. Not that it took much effort from his Adonis of a fiancé to make him like that.

As Victor trailed his way down his lover's back, his hands were hard at work removing Yuuri's pants. When he had finally accomplished his goal, he stripped off both pants and underwear at the same time, working them off until Yuuri felt himself freed from the remainder of his clothes. Victor's hands wasted no time in finding a new hold, firmly grasping both sides of Yuuri's ass. He trembled, barely able to contain the thrill of being held by the man he had admired for so long.

Suddenly, he felt the touch of something between his ass. It took him a moment to recognize it for his lover's cock. He propped himself up on his elbows, protesting, "Vitya, we don't have any lube!"

"Shh, khoroshiy mal'chik, don't worry about that. I brought some in with me." And sure enough, Yuuri heard the sound of a lid opening, and a second later the cool touch of lube being poured between his ass. He shuddered at the sensation. Victor's voice crooned, "Don't worry, I'll warm it up for you now." The pressure of his cock returned, and he began rocking back and forth, rubbing it between the full mounds of Yuuri's ass.

As he had promised, the area warmed up quickly, and soon Yuuri began to feel a tingle around his hole. He raised his body up further and whined, "Vityaaa, I want…I need…"

The motion stopped, and Victor said, "I understand, dorogoi. I'll give you what you want, just wait for me a moment." Hands wrapped around Yuuri's torso and lifted it gently until he was propped up on his hands and knees. He then felt the head of his lover's dick pressing gently against his hole, and the tingling increased to a nearly unbearable level. Just when he thought he might explode, he felt the slow yet steady press of it as it started to enter him.

With excruciating care, Victor pushed himself fully inside of his fiancé. Once he had sheathed himself entirely, he paused, and Yuuri felt fingers digging into his hips. Breathlessly, he pleaded, "Move. Move in me, Vitya."

A strained chortle came from above his head. "If my beautiful fiancé wants me to move, then who am I to deny him?" The hold on his hips somehow tightened further, and Victor snapped his hips out and back in. Yuuri arched his back, whining, "More, more!"

"Of course, krasavets." Victor began to move in earnest now, thrusting his cock vigorously in and out of Yuuri's hole. As Yuuri began to lose himself in the sensation, he was brought back by teeth biting sharply on his ear lobe, and then a voice asking, "So why haven't you bothered to decorate in here at all? I told you when you moved in that you could do what you wanted with the room."

"Aaah…I…I thought…I wasn't sure…how long I would be here…"

"You thought I would kick you out?"

"No! No, I…I just didn't know if you would…get sick of me…AAAH!"

Victor thrust into him savagely as he said that, accompanied by a severe bite on his shoulder. "Yuuri, how could you say that? You clearly don't have any idea how enchanting you are."

"I…I'm sorry, Vitya…whoa!"

As he was stammering out a protest without really knowing what he was saying, Yuuri felt himself being lifted upright until his torso was pressed back against his lover's chest. When he had been resettled, Victor began thrusting again, and Yuuri felt his voice threatening to leak out even more as his fiancé's cock began to stroke a new area inside of him. As he was trying to adjust to this new position, Victor's voice crooned in his ear, "You need to stop thinking like that, zhizn moya. Don't worry about me not being with you. Just focus on feeling me here, filling you with all the love I can give."

Yuuri turned his head to the side, eyes starting to well up as he protested, "Vitya…aah, aaah, I can't…"

"Shh, yes you can. Just hold onto me."

Obediently, Yuuri reached his hands back, circling them around his lover's neck. One hand dug itself deep into the beautiful silver hair as the thrusts inside of him grew more demanding. Victor sealed his mouth over Yuuri's, tongues dancing in time with the thrusts.

Yuuri felt himself reaching near release when suddenly his fiancé tore their mouths apart and murmured, "I think we should decorate the room now. What do you think of that, lapochka?"

The Japanese man was much too far gone to draw any real meaning from these words. He nodded dumbly, ready to agree to anything this gorgeous man asked of him.

Victor's lips pulled back into a feral grin. "Good." He pushed gently on Yuuri's shoulder, guiding him back down onto his hands. Leaning over his back, Victor reached for a box that was open on the top of the pile next to the bed. Vaguely, Yuuri noticed that his fiancé was digging inside the box that held his rolled-up posters.

Two were chosen at random, and the pressure on Yuuri's back abated as Victor straightened up to unfurl the posters. He spread them out on the bed in front of Yuuri.

This brought the younger man back to reality. His eyes widened as he saw two posters of Victor skating, laid out plainly in front of him. "Vi-Vitya, what are you doing! Don't look at those, they're—"

"I said we should decorate this room, didn't I?" Victor resumed his thrusts along with his words, and Yuuri cried out loud at the sensation. "I think this is a good place to start. I want you to decorate these posters of me."

"Wh-what? Vitya, don't be ridicu–aah!" Yuuri's weak protest was cut off by his fiancé's hands descending on his body. He was hauled upright again, then one of Victor's hands slid to a nipple while the other wrapped around his aching dick.

"I know you need to come. I can feel you tightening around me. Now come on, Yuuri. Come for me, zvezda moya, radost' moya, zhizn moya, lyubov moya."

Although he didn't understand half of the words being murmured in his ear, the entire thing was just too much. With a harsh cry, Yuuri found himself shuddering into orgasm, spilling generously over his lover's hand until he felt like he had been milked completely dry.

When his vision refocused, he looked down, panting, and saw that Victor had, in fact, directed the stream of his sperm onto the posters. One of the depictions of Victor even had his cum splattered all over its serenely smiling face.

Yuuri stared down at the sight, mixed feelings swirling around inside his chest. As he wrestled with his conflicting emotions, Victor withdrew from inside of him, and Yuuri let out a small gasp. He turned his head, and saw his lover smiling at him. "Did you enjoy getting to come on me like that?"

"Victor!"

His fiancé simply laughed in response. "Are you going to pretend you didn't like it?"

Yuuri stared at his beautiful, crazy man for a long moment. Then he reached out and grabbed him, throwing Victor bodily onto the bed on top of the posters. The Russian man only had time for a small squeal of surprise before Yuuri descended on his lips, sealing them off from making any further comments. He shoved his tongue inside the other man's mouth, twirling their tongues together until Victor let out a little moan. Withdrawing, Yuuri smirked down at his now-flushed lover and said, "If you want to keep provoking me, I can show you exactly how much I like it."

Victor's eyes widened, but Yuuri ignored him, instead turning around to locate the bottle of lube. He found it thrown over by the pillows, and poured some onto his dick. He put a little more on his fingers, and turned back to his fiancé. He paused a moment to take in the titillating sight of the man spread out below him, waiting to be entered.

Slowly, he pressed two fingers inside of Victor's hole, and felt him clench for a moment before relaxing into his touch. Yuuri gave a few experimental pumps inside, then spread his fingers apart, trying to see how fast he could stretch his lover. He was feeling extremely impatient, and wanted to enter as soon as possible.

Victor seemed to know what he was thinking, and hooked his legs around Yuuri's backside, saying, "Come into me."

Yuuri felt himself shudder bodily at the invitation, but refrained from words. Instead, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock in one smooth motion. Victor threw his head back as he was entered, and his mouth fell open, panting. Yuuri waited patiently until his fiancé's breathing evened out a little, and then he began to move. He tried to temper the urgency of his hips, but he knew that he was failing miserably. He managed to gasp out as he was thrusting, "Ah…sorry, Vitya…I know it's a bit hard…"

"N-no, it's fine. I want…want everything…you can give."

He let out a low groan at those words. How did this man always manage to say the exact right thing to set him off? Yuuri began moving even more desperately, leaning down to capture the exquisitely gasping lips in front of him.

After a while of this, he withdrew, feeling another orgasm rising. "Are you sure you want to accept everything from me?"

Victor nodded emphatically.

"All right." He gave a few more hurried strokes, and as he felt himself start to pulse, he quickly pulled his cock out, allowing his seed to spill on his lover instead. As he moaned, he reached his hand down to stroke Victor's dick, encouraging him to come too. Within a few seconds, Victor's voice joined his, and they both shivered their release.

When he was done, Yuuri looked down upon his lover, taking in the mixture of cum splattered over the toned lines of his torso. Allowing his eyes to meander upwards, he noted with some horror that he had even shot a little onto Victor's chin.

He gasped. "Vitya, I'm so sorry! I got some on your face!" Grabbing onto his fiancé's shoulders, he pulled the other man up to a seated position. However, as he sat up, one of the posters stuck to Victor's back. It was at that moment that Yuuri remembered he had shoved the Russian man down onto his cum, effectively causing the poster to stick to him like wallpaper.

Horrified, Yuuri pulled the poster off, exclaiming, "Vitya, I'm so sorry! I made a mess out of you everywhere! Come on, let's go clean you up."

Victor laughed at him and replied, "Yuuri, radost' moya, calm down. You didn't do anything that I didn't consent to. And enjoy." He added a wink that somehow managed to calm Yuuri down a little bit.

But only a little.

Yuuri stood up, pulling at Victor's hand. "At any rate, we need to clean you up. Come on, Vitya, let's go to the bathroom."

Laughing, the other man allowed himself to be pulled off the bed as he said, "All right, I'm coming. But don't worry about it." He leaned forward and susurated in Yuuri's ear, "It was quite nice seeing you be so possessive of me."

Yuuri paused, struck by the sweet words. His heart calmed a little, but then he resumed his mission, pulling Victor out of the bedroom. As they exited, Yuuri couldn't help but wonder to himself what their shared room would look like if this was his fiancé's idea of decoration.