As he waited at the kitchen table Victor was starting to get impatient. His fiancé was scurrying around the kitchen, getting things ready for katsudon night with Yurio. Although Victor was happy to simply watch his love, he was starting to feel a little lonely. Even Makkachin was absent, sleeping soundly on his bed in the living room.

Victor stretched his torso across the table, flopping his head to one side as he whined, "Yuuuri."

The Japanese man didn't even turn his head around. "Yes, Vitya?"

"Yuuuuriii."

"Yeee-eees?"

He sighed heavily, and stretched his hand out so that it brushed across his fiancé's thigh as he walked past. He felt a thrill run through his body, but instead of acknowledging it he simply repeated, "Yuuuuuuuuuriiiiii."

Finally, the other man turned around. "What is it, Vitya? I'm almost done cooking, and then you can have my full attention."

Victor brightened. "Really? Your full attention? You promise?"

"Hai, hai, I promise. Now can you go set the table for me? Yuri should be here in a little bit."

Reluctantly, Victor dragged his body up and shuffled over to the cabinets. With a sudden spurt of playfulness, he bumped his hip into Yuuri's as he opened the door and took out plates. He retrieved the dishes and reached across his fiancé to open the cabinet with glasses, making sure to brush his hand against the other man's chest as he went. As he pulled the glasses out, he smiled his best sultry smile and murmured, "Can you bring me utensils when you're done? I've run out of hands."

Although his face was slightly flushed, Yuuri simply nodded, turning firmly away to finish up his cooking. Victor smirked at his back and carried his burden to the dining room, making a pit stop in the living room to snag a bottle of lube that he had tucked away there for just such occasions as this.

He took his time setting out the plates and cups, and by the time he was done, he was already hard with anticipation. He was digging through a drawer looking for cloth napkins when his student entered, holding utensils in his hand. "Here, Vitya. I brought them for you."

Victor smiled. "Thank you, milyy. Can you put them on the table for me?" He turned away from the cabinet, napkins the last thing on his mind right now as he stalked his prey. As Yuuri turned to put his handful down, Victor came up behind him, wrapping his hands around his fiancé's toned abdomen and pressing his erection into Yuuri's ass.

Yuuri gasped. "Vitya, what are you doing?"

Nuzzling into the nape of his love's neck, Victor murmured, "Just making good on your promise. You said I could have all your attention, remember?"

"When I said that, I didn't mean…Vitya, we have to get ready. Yuri will be here soon."

Victor clicked his tongue. "Now, now, Yurio isn't me. You promised only I would have your attention."

"I didn't mean that–aah!"

Yuuri's protest was cut short as Victor nipped him sharply on the neck. Moving his hand to undo his pants, he said softly, "I don't need your attention for very long, lapochka. We can take our time later tonight. Right now, I just want to have you a little bit." He kissed the spot he had bitten tenderly as he pulled his erection out of his pants and rubbed it against his fiancé again.

He felt Yuuri shudder. He nodded slightly, and Victor smiled happily. Reaching around, he undid Yuuri's pants, pulling them down to his knees, followed by his underwear. Taking the lube out of his back pocket, he clicked the top open and pressed it directly to his lover's opening. Yuuri gasped as the liquid poured out, and Victor felt himself twitch. Tucking the bottle away, he rubbed at Yuuri's hole with his fingers. "Don't worry, krasavets. I'll have you ready soon." Pressing a finger inside, he groped around, feeling at the spot where he knew Yuuri's prostate was. If he reached far enough, he had found that he could just touch part of it with his fingertips. It didn't take him long to find it now, and his lover gasped, eliciting a smile that Victor was glad his fiancé couldn't see. He began to work his digits inside, rubbing the area as best as he could along the slick passage.

After a couple minutes, Yuuri gasped out, "I think it's ready now. Quick, put it in already."

Victor whistled low under his breath. "Wow, dorogoi, you really want my dick that much?"

"Nn…Vitya, stop teasing me and put it in!" Yuuri craned his head over his shoulder, and Victor was struck dumb by the wanton look on the beautiful face. He nodded mutely, and gave his fiancé what he requested.

As he was penetrated, Yuuri gasped loudly, and his body jerked forwards until his chest was resting flat on the table. Victor stared down at the splayed backside of his student, noting with approval that he could clearly see the place where they were joined now. Fascinated, he watched the pucker of Yuuri's entrance as he pulled his dick out slowly, then watched the skin recede as he slammed back in. The noise that his lover released in time with this action made it all the more scintillating. He repeated the process, over and over again, mesmerized by the combination of Yuuri's moans and body reacting to being fucked.

He probably would have gone on forever, hypnotized by his fiancé's hole, if Yuuri hadn't turned his head and gasped, "V-Vitya, we need to hurry up. Yuri is coming."

Victor grinned and leaned down to whisper, "Then you need to hurry up and come for me." He reached his hand around to pump up and down Yuuri's pulsing cock.

It only took a few moments before his stunning fiancé shuddered under his touch, and he felt the tight hole somehow tighten up even more around his length as Yuuri came. The build up from all the sensations he had been experiencing came crashing down, and Victor's body obediently followed his partner into orgasm.

He braced his hands against the dining room table on either side of Yuuri to avoid collapsing on top of him as they both rested, heaving after their joint orgasms. Carefully, Victor withdrew from inside his lover, and noted with interest as some liquid began to trickle out.

Yuuri felt it coming out, and cried, "Vitya, get a napkin! I don't have time to change my pants!"

Quickly, Victor scrambled over to the cabinet, throwing open a drawer. This time he got lucky and found the cloth napkins. He snatched one up and used it to clean his lover just as a knock sounded on the door.

He froze. Luckily Yuuri didn't. Pulling his pants up quickly, he whipped around and tucked Victor's penis away, hurriedly zipping his pants. He hissed, "You go answer the door, I'll get the food and finish straightening myself up. And don't forget to do something with that napkin!"

Victor stared at the napkin in his hand, and a devilish impulse came over him. As he was pondering, he heard Yuuri's voice hiss from the kitchen, "And don't even think of reusing it!"

He laughed out loud and balled the napkin up in his hand. "All right, lapochka. I'll be good." He quickly straightened the dishes on the table, and went to answer the door for Yurio.