The pan in front of him sizzled cheerfully, but Yuuri barely heard it. He was too busy wondering what his fiancé had up his sleeve this time. On the way home from practice, Victor had suddenly bidden Yuuri to go on ahead, saying that he had something to do before returning. He had promised to be back in time for dinner, kissed his student, and then promptly bustled away, leaving behind a confused Yuuri. But there was nothing else for it, and Yuuri had gone home to make dinner in his fiancé's absence.

As he was plating the food, he heard the sound of a key scraping in the lock, and Makkacin's paws skittering to greet his master. Yuuri set the plates on the table as his fiancé came to the kitchen, lighting the room up with his heart-shaped smile. "Luchik, tadaima!"

Yuuri's face caught Victor's smile like kinding, and he replied, "Okaeri, Vitya. You're just in time, dinner's ready."

Victor looked his fiancé up and down, and his smile turned predatorial. "But lyubimiy, aren't you forgetting to offer me other options?"

Feeling his face go red, Yuuri deliberately averted his gaze. "What other options?"

Walking closer like a cat stalking its prey, Victor purred, "You're supposed to ask if I want dinner, or a bath…or you." As he finished his sentence, he pressed their bodies together, running his free hand up Yuuri's spine.

"V-Vitya…"

Victor's hand reached the tie on Yuuri's apron. He pulled on the loose end, releasing it in one go. He leaned forward and muttered in the other man's ear, "I think I know what I want first."

Yuuri didn't even have time to protest before Victor's lips were descending on the rim of his ear. He tried to stifle his moan as his fiancé took a sharp nip before suckling gently upon the afflicted spot. As his mouth moved, his hands were also busy. He placed his grocery bag absently on the table next to them, then set both his hands to work removing clothing, with some generous roving around as they did so. Yuuri felt himself getting so caught up in it that he hardly noticed what was happening to him until he was standing, clad only in his underwear, with his lover's lips on his neck.

Despite the death grip his hands had in the silky silver hair, Yuuri did his best to rally himself and protest, "Vit-Vitya, we really should eat first…"

Those beautiful lips released with a pop and the startling blue eyes raised up to meet his. Yuuri shuddered at the heat behind the icy blue as Victor said, "I agree. I brought some things home for you to eat."

Almost reluctantly, he relinquished his hold and opened the bag he had set on the table. Yuuri hadn't really paid much attention to it when his fiancé had come in. He had a brief moment to wonder what had been important enough to make a detour on the way home. Then Victor began pulling out containers and setting them on the table, one after another. Yuuri watched in amazement, forgetting their state of undress.

"Vitya, what is all this?"

"I've been thinking lately…you've been doing such an amazing job of adapting to Russia. Cooking all sorts of dishes that you've never even tried before, learning the language, getting to know the layout of the city…and I've hardly done anything to help you. So I thought I'd introduce you to some Russian desserts!" He waved his hand over the table proudly, indicating the spread of plastic containers before them.

Yuuri's vision swam before him, and then his fiancé was yanking off his glasses, frantically using the heels of his hands to swipe at Yuuri's eyes. "Sakharok, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

A laugh escaped as he replied, "You did something exactly right. Thank you, Vitya." He gave Victor a sweet kiss.

His fiancé smiled back happily, then placed his hands on Yuuri's shoulders, gently pushing him into a seat at the table. As he sat, Yuuri noticed that somewhere along the line, Victor had lost all his clothes and was standing erect very close in front of his face. His mouth watered a little inadvertently, and he turned his head to the side to avoid thinking about it. It wouldn't do to mess up the lovely surprise Victor had prepared for him by saying he preferred to eat dick.

"Let's start with this one. It's considered the national dessert of Russia!" Victor popped open the lid on a slice of something that looked like a flaky pastry with several layers. He picked it up in his hand, holding it out to the other man expectantly.

Yuuri stared at it for a second and protested, "You're just going to feed it to me like that? Don't I get a fork or something?"

"Now, lapochka, why would you need that? Here, just take a bite." He moved his hand forward slightly, and Yuuri opened his mouth, taking a bite when the pastry entered.

He smiled. "It's good! It's flaky, but the filling is rich, too."

"It's called Napoleon cake. I'm glad you like it." Placing it back in its container, Victor selected a new one, saying, "Try this baklava next. You may have had it when you traveled around for competitions before, but the way we make it in Russia is a little different." He held the pastry out expectantly, and honey began to trickle slowly down his fingers.

"Vitya, you're going to make a mess!" Quickly, Yuuri did the only thing he could think of, and darted his tongue out, licking up the honey before taking a big bite in an effort to stem the flow.

As he chewed, he shifted his gaze to meet his lover's and was taken aback by the intense desire reflected there. Victor smirked and deliberately tilted his hand forward, dribbling a bit of honey onto Yuuri's abdomen. "Oh no, how clumsy of me. I've made a mess out of you. Don't worry, I'll clean it up." He practically tossed the baklava back into its container before lowering his head, laving his tongue along his fiancé.

Yuuri clenched his muscles inadvertently. He swallowed hastily, and his mouth fell open in unbidden panting. Victor lifted his tongue long enough to say, "Here, milyy, I made a mess out of my fingers again." He extended his hand up, and Yuuri hesitantly leaned his head forward, closing his lips around the messy digits. Victor's tongue returned to his skin, and he shuddered, tightening around his lover. The sweet taste of honey assaulted him, and he suckled harder, running his tongue sloppily over the fingers in his mouth.

Then suddenly he was deprived of his fiancé's touch. He looked up blearily and saw Victor holding a piece of cake in his hand. "Here, try this one next. It's called ptichye moloko." He practically shoved it between Yuuri's lips, making his breath hitch. He managed to take a big bite and then withdraw.

Victor watched him intently. "Is it good?"

Yuuri tried desperately to focus on the taste, and nodded.

"Good. You make it look so delicious that I want some, too." He bent back down, and before Yuuri could process what was happening, Victor had yanked down his underwear and was smearing the thick cream from the cake onto his cock.

"W-what are you, Vitya…"

"Like I said, I want to taste some, too." This time he actually did toss the rest of the cake onto the table before lowering his mouth and licking some of the cream. Yuuri shivered as his fiancé's tongue teased along his length to such an extent that he wasn't sure if the other man was actually tasting any of it or just smearing it around.

"V-Vityaaa…"

"Hai, dorogoi moy?" But before he got a response, Victor was plunging his mouth down on his student, making Yuuri cry out loudly. The noise echoed around the kitchen, followed by the sounds of Victor's mouth slurping as it moved rapidly.

He took himself off suddenly and asked, "Didn't you have something to say to me, rodnoy?"

"Ah, Vitya I–aaahn!" His words were cut off as his fiancé's lips closed tightly around him and began moving again, even faster than before. One hand clenched tightly against the seat of his chair while the other shot up to grab a fistful of the silver hair bobbing enticingly in front of him.

He lost himself in the feelings until something started to rise in his abdomen. "Ah, Vitya…I'm–"

Victor's mouth released suddenly, and his head came up to stare into his fiancé's eyes. Yuuri felt himself pulse violently. Then the sensation faded away into the background, lying dormant. He panted dazedly as Victor rasped, "I want you to do that inside of me. Hold on a moment, lapochka."

He pulled himself up off the floor and began to reach into the bag, but stopped when he seemed to notice that one of his hands was still coated in the chantilly cream of the cake. Yuuri saw his hesitation and leaned forward, enveloping the mess in his mouth. He shifted his eyes up to his lover, and felt the hand in his mouth tremble a little. "Der'mo, krasavets. Why do you have to be so damn sexy?" Victor used his free hand to reach into the bag, and came out with lube. Yuuri vaguely wondered what the poor store clerk had thought, ringing up his fiancé with a bottle of lube and a plethora of desserts.

Somehow, Victor managed to open the bottle with one hand, but then he froze, clearly trying to figure out what to do next. Yuuri solved the problem for him, grabbing it and pouring some into his hand, making sure to generously coat his fingers. Putting the lube down within easy reach, Yuuri shifted his hands to his lover's ass, using his clean hand to spread the firm flesh there before inserting two fingers.

As he pushed inside, he could feel Victor clamp around him. Encouraged, he began to move his fingers, stroking every inch lovingly as he roved his fingers around inside his fiancé. Eventually he felt the hole loosening, and added a third finger.

But Victor panted in protest, "It's…it's enough now, zvezda moya." He shifted his body, and Yuuri allowed his hand to fall away as Victor positioned himself over his student's lap. He gently pulled his fingers out of Yuuri's mouth, grasping the back of the chair with both hands as he lowered himself onto the twitching dick awaiting him. He allowed gravity to take him down slowly, until he was sitting directly on Yuuri's thighs. His mouth fell open beautifully, and Yuuri couldn't resist darting forward to seal their lips together, swirling his tongue around inside his lover's mouth.

As he connected their mouths, he anchored his hands on Victor's hips, gently urging him to draw upwards and begin movement. His lover obeyed his wordless command, shifting his body upwards over and over, speeding up his movements until he was slamming himself down upon Yuuri with each motion.

Yuuri began to feel need arise inside the pit of his stomach again, and knew his release would come soon. Tearing their mouths apart, he shifted his grip, moving his hands to cup Victor's ass. His elbows locked around the dip of his fiancé's knees, splaying the Russian man out beautifully in front of him. He nearly came just from the sight of it. He lifted Victor up by his ass and then slammed his hips upwards.

Until then, Victor's moans had been mostly sealed by their locked lips. Now, however, the wanton cry that was torn out bounced around the room as Yuuri began thrusting inside as deeply as he could. Victor moved his hands to cling desperately to his lover's neck as he said, "I…I'm gonna…"

Leaning forward, Yuuri pressed his lips against Victor's ear as he murmured, "Come for me, Vitya."

Electricity shot through his body as all of his muscles clamped at once. Yuuri pressed his head into Victor's neck as his lover spasmed on him, tightly squeezing until Yuuri felt like every last drop of cum had been forced out.

When his body finally relaxed, he rested his head on his fiancé, breathing heavily. He heard a chuckle and shifted up to look at Victor.

"My, we just cleaned everything up but we managed to make a mess again." Yuuri followed his coach's gaze to his abdomen, taking in the cum Victor had spattered there. As he watched, his lover dragged a finger through it, then lifted it up, pressing gently inside of Yuuri's mouth. He stroked the pad of his finger along Yuuri's tongue, and the sweetness from the cake became tinted with the salty taste of semen.

Victor withdrew his finger and smirked as he unfolded his body to stand up. As he did, Yuuri looked around the kitchen, taking in the abandoned clothes and food. "You're right though, Vitya. We really did make a mess." He stood, pulling his underwear back up. "At least you didn't try to use fruit on me though, so I guess I should be grateful."

The Russian man smiled and kissed his fiancé sweetly. "You said you didn't like that, so I would never. I'm glad you seemed to enjoy this, though." He winked.

Yuuri sighed as he looked at the table. "Why don't you go get changed while I heat up dinner?"

"Of course, sakharok." Victor leaned in, commanding Yuuri's full attention as he whispered, "But only if we can have dessert again afterwards."