Yuuri was boiling with pent-up tension.
Victor had spent most of the day practicing his step sequence at the rink, and Yuuri had a hard time taking his eyes off the display. It messed him up to the point that Victor cut their practice short for the day, confusion evident on his face.
On their way home they walked in silence. Although Victor kept glancing over at him, an unspoken question in his eyes, Yuuri kept his gaze stony and steadfast, refusing to return the look for fear that his half-hard erection would get out of control.
Despite these efforts, he still felt himself growing harder as they started to climb the stairs of their apartment. As his fiancé unlocked the door, Yuuri decided that he couldn't wait any longer. Makkachin came dashing over to greet them as Victor laughed and fed him a treat. Turning to his student, he began, "Now that we're home, do you want to talk about–"
Yuuri cut off his words, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the wall next to the door. He descended ferociously upon his fiancé's lips, reaching out blindly with one hand to shut the door as he delved deep into Victor's pliant mouth. Makkachin, having finished his treat, bounded up to them, trying to snuffle his way between the two men's pressed bodies.
With a sigh of impatience, Yuuri broke away from his coach, reaching up to the treat shelf to find a rawhide bone. He tossed the bone over in the direction of Makkachin's bed, and heard the poodle skittering after it. Turning back to Victor, he saw those icy blue eyes staring at him, wide open. "Luchik, what's all this about?"
Not wanting to waste any time on simply talking, Yuuri pulled his shirt off over his head as he answered. "You looked so damn sexy today, Vitya. I could hardly stand watching you. It got so bad that I couldn't concentrate. I just wanted to do this so badly." To accentuate his words, he yanked Victor's shirt up roughly, attaching his teeth to a nipple. Victor yelped, and Yuuri felt his dick pulse at the noise. "Kuso," he swore against the trembling skin, then latched his lips fully around the now erect nipple. Victor's hands flew up to fist in his hair, pulling the black head tighter against his chest. Yuuri was more than willing to give in to the unspoken demand, and began suckling, hard. He slid one hand up to grasp the other nipple, and his free hand started working on relieving Victor of his shirt.
When he had succeeded in this task, Yuuri released the nipple with a wet pop, relishing the sound his lover made as he did so. He darted his head up, returning to the beautiful lips that were gasping in pleasure, pressing several heated kisses to them as his hands fumbled with Victor's pants. Loosening the fastenings, he yanked down Victor's pants and underwear as far as he could, then dropped to his knees. He was now on level with his fiancé's pulsing erection, and he felt his mouth watering at the sight. He took a quick glance up and drank in the hazy expression on the Russian man's exquisite face. Not breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth, licking up the front of Victor's dick.
"Mmm!" A noise escaped from Victor's pressed lips, and his hands curled a little where they rested against the wall. Pleased with this reaction, Yuuri shifted his gaze downwards and took his lover fully into his mouth, uninterested in further teasing. He reveled in the feel of Victor's dick as it traveled back and forth along his tongue, leaving the entire area inside his mouth tingling. He had never thought that giving a blow job would be pleasurable, but every time he did it, he felt like he got nearly as much enjoyment out of it as Victor did. Somehow, the sensation of his fiancé in his mouth was enough to drive him wild.
Today it was putting him over the edge. He hollowed his cheeks in and drew his lips off Victor's length, panting a little as he let go. He looked up and asked, "Is there any lube around here?"
The Russian man's eyes were soft and unfocused, but he still answered with a slightly slurred voice, "Ah…lube, I can look…"
"Okay." Yuuri returned his mouth to its former place.
Victor gasped above his head. "Yu-Yuuuuri, it's hard to focus when you're doing that."
Yuuri simply hummed, not bothering to give a further response. After a moment, he heard his fiancé fumbling around, trying to complete his request. Eventually, he felt a tap on his head, and looked up to see Victor holding out a small bottle of lube. Not removing his mouth, Yuuri took it, squeezing some onto his fingers as he continued to run his tongue up and down Victor's length in his mouth. Placing the bottle down carefully to the side, he reached up and prodded the pads of two fingers between Victor's ass, tracing his opening softly. Victor whined, "Please…put them in. I want something inside me!"
Amazingly, Yuuri felt himself get harder. He suddenly felt excess saliva in his mouth, and swallowed awkwardly as he complied, pressing his fingers inside of his lover's warmth. Victor sighed as he was entered, and shifted his legs slightly further apart to allow for better access. Taking his cue, Yuuri began pumping his fingers, matching the pace of his mouth along the shaft he was sucking.
As he catered to Victor's pleasure, he felt his own need rising further and further until he couldn't take it any longer. He abruptly severed all contact with his fiancé's body, shifting his hands down to finish pulling off Victor's clothing. The Russian man cooperated wordlessly, lifting first one leg and then the other. Yuuri grabbed the bottle of lube and stood up, undoing the front of his pants with his free hand. He pressed several hot kisses to the side of Victor's neck as he released himself and poured lube directly onto his erection. Having finished, he allowed the bottle to fall to the floor. Dipping down slightly, he grabbed Victor by the backs of his knees, lifting him bodily.
"Eep!" Victor squeaked as he was swept off his feet, clinging tightly to Yuuri, arms going around his neck and legs wrapping around his waist.
Yuuri smiled, happy with this turn of events. He adjusted his grip, ensuring that his coach was fully supported against the wall and wasn't in danger of falling. Satisfied, he leaned forward and spoke directly into Victor's ear. "Can you put me inside of you? I don't want to drop you."
Breathing heavily, Victor pressed their foreheads together. "O-of course, krasavets." Tilting his head down, he levered his lower body backwards a little to allow himself space to maneuver the head of Yuuri's cock until it was pressing against his opening.
"Thank you, Vitya," Yuuri said in a sweet voice, then thrust inside with one smooth motion. The other man's hips ground against his pelvis as he bottomed out, and a groan escaped from the smooth lips. Victor drew his gaze up to look at Yuuri, and the Japanese man was struck to his core by the sight. Those ice-blue eyes, unflinchingly meeting his own, practically pulsed with desire, highly visible at their close proximity. Yuuri stared at them, completely lost in their beauty as he began to thrust.
He had never intended for this to be a gentle lovemaking session, but the intensity of their locked eyes drove him to new heights. He found himself moving almost savagely inside his lover. Victor received all of him without complaint, matching the uneven breathing of his student as he was fucked mercilessly. Yuuri became so enraptured by their entangled bodies that it was a bit of a surprise to him when Victor clenched his teeth and ground out, "Solnyshko, I'm going to…I need to come."
Yuuri looked down at their joined bodies and grinned. "You're going to make a mess all over, aren't you? Look at your dick bouncing as I fuck you. It's going to get everywhere when you come, isn't it?"
"Nnn…aah, Yuuuri…don't say it like…like thaaaat!" His voice rising up into a wail, Victor arched his back as his semen burst out.
The sight of his lover coming undone, bouncing everywhere from his thrusts, made Yuuri lose it too. A moment later he was pulsing inside of Victor. He tightened his hands around Victor's legs, his head tucking down between their chests as he came. When he was done, he leaned heavily against Victor's spent body for a moment, breathing hard.
Slowly, he relaxed his grip, allowing first one then the other of his fiancé's legs to touch the ground. As the second foot came to rest on the floor, Victor clutched tighter onto his lover's neck. "Don't let me go, lapochka. I don't think I can stand on my own right now."
Yuuri withdrew from Victor's hole, enjoying the slick feeling of his cum as he went. He pulled back far enough to look at his fiancé and smiled, feeling a bit sheepish now that he had relieved his tension. "I'm sorry, Vitya. I overdid it a bit, didn't I?"
The silver-haired man laughed, a delightful tinkle. "No, you didn't. I love when you're forceful with me. It's nice to know that you watch me like that." He winked. "I'll have to be sure to try even harder on my step sequence now that I know I have an ogling fan."
Yuuri groaned and rested his head back against his coach's shoulder. "Oh, no. This is what I'm going to think about every time I see you doing that step sequence now, isn't it?"
His fiancé chuckled. "I don't mind. We'll just have to make sure that we can find a private place to be in at competitions this season."
Snapping his head backwards, Yuuri gaped at his crazy Russian. "Vitya! We can't be doing that at every competition!"
Victor simply laughed back in delight, and Yuuri couldn't help but smile. Really, it was his own fault for falling for this beautifully incorrigible man.