Victor smiled as he watched his student sleep. He had a good view of Yuuri's face, since they had pushed their beds together in the hotel room to allow for more shared space. After they had come back from dinner, Yuuri had fallen asleep on the joined beds rather quickly. Victor, on the other hand, still felt like he was miles away from slumber. He was much too excited for anything like sleep.
Well, who would be able to sleep, after the love of their life proposed to them?
Gently, he ran a hand over the dark hair of his beloved as he recalled the day. It had been perfect, from shopping to the cathedral to dinner with their friends. He had been on many dates and had dated many men, but none of the fancy dinners or international trips could compare to the simple joy he had felt at sharing a day with Yuuri.
He had never really imagined himself getting married. For most of his life, he had simply put on a show, being whoever the person he was with wanted him to be. When he got tired of it, or when the man began to get too close, he would end the relationship. And so it had gone, over and over again. Victor had never considered the possibility that one of those men might stick around…at least until Yuuri had come bursting unceremoniously into his life. Now, he couldn't imagine what he would do without this man. Rather than trying to figure out who to be for Yuuri, instead he was figuring out how to be himself. The change was a bit frightening, but he knew that Yuuri would accept whatever he found out about himself.
As Victor's hand trailed from Yuuri's hair to his face, the Japanese man shifted in his sleep and groaned a little. Victor smiled, scooting his body a little closer. Yuuri responded in kind, reaching out and grabbing Victor's arm. His eyes widened in surprise as Yuuri pulled on him until their bodies were flush together. The instant their lower halves touched, Victor let out a small gasp, somehow even more surprised now.
Yuuri was hard.
He could feel it clearly from where his student was pressing against his leg. His eyes widened in shock, and he froze, unsure what to do. They had just confirmed their relationship earlier that day, and hadn't really had any time to define exactly where their boundaries were. Sure, he had lusted and pined after Yuuri for months, but he knew that didn't give him a right to make a move on a sleeping man.
As he struggled internally, Yuuri began to move.
His hips pressed tighter onto Victor's thigh, and a sigh escaped from the beautifully-formed lips. Victor shivered as Yuuri rubbed harder, and let out another barely audible sigh. His arm wrapped around Victor's torso as he began to push himself more insistently onto the hard muscle of his coach's leg, rocking firmly against him. Victor's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as he stared in awe at the exquisite man next to him. He reasoned to himself that there wasn't anything wrong with looking at Yuuri's face. He did that all the time. He watched in fascination as Yuuri's brow furrowed and one corner of his mouth drew back to reveal clenched teeth.
Nearly oblivious to his own ever-growing erection, Victor watched his love in awed silence as Yuuri continued to rock against him. Eventually, he saw Yuuri's face start to tighten, and he realized with a jolt that he was going to release.
Frantically, Victor looked around for something that could help. Fortunately he located a box of tissues next to their pushed-together beds. He yanked a fistful of tissues out of the box, then stared at them for a second. Yuuri let out a moan, and Victor knew he didn't have any more time for indecision. He wadded up the handful of tissues and shoved them into the front of Yuuri's pajama pants, cupping them loosely around his student's dick.
He was just in time. He felt Yuuri's body convulse, and the hand gripping onto him tightened almost painfully. As he watched Yuuri's face, he felt himself start to pulse as well. He fought desperately to keep his eyes open as he came, not wanting to miss a single moment of his love's orgasm face.
Yuuri's body gradually relaxed, and a serene look spread across his face. Carefully, Victor wadded up the tissues and gave a gentle wipe as he withdrew them from Yuuri's underwear. He couldn't help but take a glance at the cum on them, and felt a flutter in his stomach at the sight of the thick liquid. As he balled them up in his hand, he remembered that although he had saved his student from the embarrassment of cleaning up his clothes, he had not escaped that fate himself. He gingerly extracted himself from Yuuri's hold and stood up with a sigh as he walked to the bathroom. Although it was a pain to have to change clothes, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He knew that he would happily let Yuuri grind on him any time he wanted to, awake or asleep.
