CHAPTER NINETEEN
-No limits! Push the boundary and breach it for the Short Program!-
Lots were drawn, and Yuri was grateful - finally! - to not be first. He'd actually pulled a number quite late in the roster; third to last. Minami congratulated him on having that much luck for once. The rest of the afternoon was a nervous cacophony as Yuri jogged laps and did his step-sequence training on the frosty Olympic yard near the skating arena.
"You'd better eat something before it's too late, Yuri." Victor advised, "Don't want you to get sick as you take the ice."
"Yeah..." He agreed, "But just something light..."
Before he knew it though, it was time to don his 'Eros' costume once again and get ready to skate. He slipped into that famous costume, let Victor brush and style his hair, and pulled his Team Japan track coat overtop. Victor carried his skates as they headed over.
When he arrived, it was the first time he'd actually gotten to see Phichit in person since they'd all arrived. Despite being in contact via phone, they were never in the same place at the same time until that moment. 'Ciao Ciao' gave Victor the usual grief about pretending to be a coach, and that it was good that he was 'going back to what he knows' for Worlds.
"I coached Yuri to silver at the GPF, so I can't be that bad as a coach..." He lamented.
"It's not that you're bad at it; you're just too young to coach other skaters, Victor." Celestino explained, "Coaching is for old farts like me and Yakov. People who are way past their prime, and whose only purpose anymore is to help guide those going into their own."
Too young to coach.
Too young to coach.
Too young to coach.
The words echoed in Victor's mind over and over, and it brought tears to his weary eyes, "I'm too young for something! Yuri! Did you hear that!?"
"Hear what?" He wondered as Victor latched onto him and started gyrating against him.
"I'm too young to be a coach! I'm not an old people yet! Ciao Ciao said so, so it has to be true! He's a coach; he knows things!"
"I told you that!"
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Phichit was third to go on the ice after that, and his short program earned a respectable 96.92, even higher than the 95.73 he'd gotten for it at the Grand Prix Final. And just like at the GPF, his music had the audience singing along enthusiastically, even more so than when JJ took the ice four turns later. JJ had redeemed himself though and his short program earned him 102.53, nearly 15 points higher than his bomb-out at the last competition. Not having seen Otabek up until that point had, it seemed, stymied the terror he'd felt before.
The high scores were making Yuri nervous as he watched from back stage. He tried to shake off his anxiety by doing short laps up and down a nearby hall. He even put in his earplugs like Victor suggested, and tried to ignore the clamor. After all, his own Short Program scored 97.53 the last time he'd done it internationally, and that time, he'd dropped his hand to the ice coming out of the quad Flip near the end. He knew he could land it now. Some of his other jumps had even been modified to get a higher base score. He'd heard some other competitors and coaches talking about it before JJ had gone up to skate.
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" He heard Leroy yelling from the kiss and cry as his score was called, "IT'S...JJ STYYYYYLE!"
The crowd roared with applause. Not even plugged ears could block that chorus of cheering.
"He's certainly risen to the challenge." Yuri said quietly, looking over to where others were watching the show on a closed circuit tv.
Victor pat him on the small of his back reassuringly, "You could beat his score just by landing the quad Flip at the end."
"I'm not going to miss this opportunity. I'm better than I was at the Grand Prix Final."
"You are." The Russian agreed, trying to instill more confidence, "I'm certain you'll break 100 tonight. You have everything you need. You have the best program in the house. You're ready for this."
It felt like an eternity, and yet also an instant, before it was Yuri's turn to skate. He pulled the rubber guards off his silver blades and slid across the pale white ice, his name bouncing off the rafters as the announcer called him to his place. He rounded back to where Victor stood behind the rink edge with the poodle-plush box of tissue. Like usual, he blew his nose to free his airway and clear his senses, and leaned close for one last pep-talk.
"Skate for fun, Yuri." Victor told him, arms tightly 'round the athlete's thin frame, "Forget the competition and cameras. Ignore the crowd. Skate how you want to."
Yuri listened closely, and held onto the warmth of that hug as long as he could. When the Russian touched their noses together, the crowd cheered and whistled excitedly. Even so, Yuri tried to maintain his focus, and opened his eyes to look into the slate orbits that were looking back at him.
"Seduce me, Yuri." Victor said longingly, "Dance like you danced with me in Sochi...no fear, no inhibitions. Skate like you want me to come out on the ice and make love to you in front of everyone in this arena tonight."
Yuri's heart pounded at the sound of that, "I might be disappointed if you don't." He said, and his eyes shone brightly. He pulled Victor's ringed hand to his lips and kissed the gold around his finger, "Keep your eyes on me alone, Victor. I'm about to become the embodiment of 'Eros' just for you."
Blue eyes blazed with excitement, and Victor leapt in for an adoring last kiss before he sent his beloved on his way. He watched those arms go up in greeting to the audience, and felt the maelstrom of applause go through him.
Dance like I did with him in Sochi... Yuri thought to himself as he went back around to the center of the rink. I've probably seen the photos and videos a hundred times now. I feel like I can see blurs of the night from my own memory. I need to feel it...I need to see it clearly! I want to see with my own eyes, the look on Victor's face when he fell for me! I want that memory back!
He clicked the front of his skate down to come to a stop, and spun around slightly to take his stance. The look on his face had changed from nervous excitement to adamant - albeit frustrated - determination.
I know it's in me...to skate like I don't have a care in the world; to be free of my worries, and dance like there's no one watching, He thought to himself, the heat rising inside him. I'm the only one who can make Victor feel the way he does. I'm the one who took him off the ice in the first place, and I alone am the reason he's coming back. Victor's fire burns with the flames of my love! And mine burn with his!
He drew in a calm, slow, collected breath...and waited.
That passionate, spicy Spanish guitar started to play, and Yuri brought his arms up to begin the dance.His moves were perfect. With most of the hardest technical elements of the program packed towards the end - and no bonus for doing so during the SP - he focused his attention on the dynamics of his presentation. That's what he'd been known for before Victor came into his life...the spins and step sequences. His program already had two step-sequences; one more than was even actually necessary. Adding more jumps would be meaningless; there were no extra points to be gained from it. All that was left was to make every element as challenging to perform as he could; every spin was Level 4 - a sequence that entailed four different maneuvers or positions within the same move; foot-changes, position deviations, arms or legs sticking out that would cause drag and reduce speed, and defined transitions between different kinds of spins; camel, upright, sit, and scratch, depending on which spin he was taking on. Jumps had to be +3 GOE - one or both arms up in the air, difficult entry, perfect landings, take-off and landing in time with the music. Moves in the field had to be graceful and purposeful - in a way, it had to look like the carefully-practiced forms of a martial artist or ballerina, playing out a form or ballad on the ice with expertise.
The camel spin was next on the agenda though, and Yuri hopped into it with a jump. Level 1... He then completed the foot change and amped up the speed. Level 2... Normally I'd just take off from here... He thought, but then leaned into a layover variant, one hand pressed to the center of his chest, the other lifted up towards the rafters. Level 3... Arms then pressed against his sides so he wouldn't lose speed, and he stayed in that position for the full 8 next revolutions, dizzy as it made him. Level 4...!
The first jump after that was a triple Axel from an outside spread-eagle. Being that it was his favorite jump, and that he'd always been able to land it cleanly, even with the difficult entry, Yuri decided to up the ante a little.
I have to try the Tano...!
The audience and announcers recognized the challenge he'd risen to.
"Outside spread-eagle...into...a triple Axel... Oh, he's got an arm up! YURI! ...Good finish! How unexpected! He's never done a Tano variant before! What else does he have planned!?" Morooka asked, and sat forward on the edge of his seat on the observation deck.
Yuri twizzled out with flare, then brought his arms back out to add interest. The flying sit-spin came and went, Level 4 like the camel, and he was officially in the second half of the program - and in the homeward stretch. He abruptly changed directions, and headed for the center of the rink. He could see the Exhibition Skate practice in his mind; Victor had drilled him until he was practically doing the jumps in his sleep.
I can do this...the quad Lutz!
The 3-turn came up, his right leg went out, and he dropped the toe-pick down hard to launch himself into the air...
Victor hugged the poodle-plush tissue box hard, eyes wide, I can't look away...! You can do this, Yuri!
Kosshhh! One blade alone touched the idea, and Yuri moved off expertly.
"Unbelievable! A quadruple Lutz! That's a new jump for him! Will he have enough energy for the Flip at the end!?" Oda remarked.
Victor threw the Makkachin soft-toy into the air, "YOU DID IT! YURI~!" He yelled frantically...and the plush landed right on his head. He scrambled to get hold of it before it could fall to the ground, and hugged it tight, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he watched his beloved's program continue on. Ever since Hot Springs on Ice, I never doubted for a second that 'Eros' was meant for Yuri all along, even if I created it for myself originally. He's perfected it to a point where I don't think even I could do it better... He thought proudly.
The young skater pulled into his second step sequence, moving across the ice from one corner to the other, his arms and legs a-blur with precision motion. He then peeled into a wide arc around the short end of the rink to come back around.
"He's coming up to a combination jump..." Morooka announced for the television audience, "Quadruple Loop...triple toe-loop! He nailed it again!"
Victor's hands clenched at the tissue-box.
Phichit and Celestino were practically mesmerized where they watched Yuri's performance on the television. JJ was watching, too, but he was reserving his judgment...he wouldn't let others see him sweat. Even Otabek had joined the group in their observation; his stoic demeanor and quiet observation set the tone for the group. Everyone watched with baited breath, as though they thought a single peep from any of them would somehow throw Yuri off his game.
He's gotten so much better since the Final, Phichit thought, fingers pressed tightly together over his mouth, eyes wide over them, If he doesn't score over 100 after this, I won't have any faith in these judges at all! Yuri's worked too hard to be snubbed like that again! Come on, Yuri! You're so close!
"His coach's signature move, the quadruple Flip, is coming up... Can he make it without touching the ice again like at the Final!?" Morooka asked nervously, "You can do it, Katsuki-kun!"
Victor clasped his fingers together tightly, knuckles white where he held the Makkachin toy too tightly.
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HE CLEARED IT!
Victor threw his arms up, then brought them down again hard into fists; he was sure to keep hold of the tissue-box that time. Everyone in the prep area jumped and cheered loudly with the audience outside; even Otabek had to clap and smile, though admittedly less-awkwardly than he had when Victor had so-happily announced that famed engagement.
"VERY CLEAN!" Oda cheered into his mic.
The audience was out of their seats to cheer; none could bear to sit again with so much adrenaline pumping.
Yuri entered into the final few moves of the Short Program, and he felt hot and tingly all over despite the cold air on him. He rose from his combination-spin into the last maneuver, and as the music came to its climactic end, he stopped, his final pose perfect. As the wave of explosive cheers began, Yuri heaved exhausted breaths, and looked around at the audience until he finally spotted Victor, who - by then - was running at full speed towards the kiss and cry. Yuri gave his bows to the crowd and, trembling from excitement, moved towards the rink's exit. He found Victor there with his hands up, impatiently waving him closer, and felt those needy fingers grab him by the waist to pull him against himself. Fingers ran through his hair as the silver legend clung to his body, all but crying against his shoulder. Yuri wrapped both his arms around the man, practically deaf from the adulation.
Mari and Minako were in tears from where they sat, holding up their [Victuri = Victory] and [Hasetsu's Hero] signs enthusiastically. Minami cheered as well beside them, miniature Japanese flags pinned between his fingers as he jumped around emphatically, yelling his idol's name; for added fanboy-ness, he even had a tie around his head with Yuri's name on it.
Yuko, Takeshi, the girls, and the rest of Yuri's family cheered at the Yu-Topia television.
Victor finally let Yuri catch his breath, "I'd rip these clothes off of you right here and now, if I didn't think it'd make things complicated for you at Worlds."
"Victor..." He heaved, his hair a bit disheveled where the Russian had mussed it up.
They made their way breathlessly to the kiss and cry bench, and Victor held tight to his fiance's hands as he waited for the score.
"The score for Katsuki Yuri..." The announcer began with a knowing pause.
Victor held those hands tight like a vice-grip, biting his lip.
Yuri's heart pounded; he clenched his eyes shut in nervous terror.
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"...115.54!"
"KATSUKI YURI-KUN BROKE THROUGH AND SCORED OVER A HUNDRED!"
"...115...54?" Yuri repeated, as though he hadn't heard it right. He squinted at the score-screen in front of him, but it still didn't seem real. He didn't have long to look at it though; Victor literally wrapped around him and they both flopped off the back of the bench together, legs kicking up where they still held to the bench.
"You're unbelievable, Yuri!" The silver cried out, and kissed that closest cheek half a dozen times before he finally found lips, "You can't imagine how much I love you right now. I could float away right now, I'm so happy~!"
"V-Victor..."
"I think that's the sexiest I've ever seen you," The Russian went on, looking down on his beloved with sultry, half-lidded eyes, "You've absolutely blown me away."
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No other skater that night came close to breaking that number, and none of them beyond JJ even got past 100. When Mari and Minako finally caught up with him after the fact, they were still over the moon for his performance.
"You really knocked it out!" Minako called out excitedly, and she spun around where she stood, flapping her signs around so everyone around knew exactly who her cheers were for, "I couldn't be more proud of you!"
"You were great out there!" Mari agreed, "Bet you're exhausted now though!"
"Oh boy," Yuri said, and slouched dramatically where he stood; Victor had to help hold him up, "I'm wiped out. I'm just not sure if it's because of how hard the program was, or because of how much I was worrying about it while I was on the ice!"
Dinner that night was a celebration in itself, and Victor made sure to buy the best champagne available.
Yuri eyeballed it cautiously, "Victooorrrr..." He whined, brows furrowed, "You know I don't drink during competition...! Why do you torment me like this...?"
"Only one glass." Victor winked, and held up both of their flutes, one of which he held towards his partner, "You won't get drunk on just one... We have to celebrate though!"
Yuri flushed nervously, and looked around the table, "...Alright...just one. I leave it to you guys to make sure that's it though!"
"Yatta~!" Victor cheered, and nodded to the ladies to lift their glasses as well as Yuri finally took one from his fingers, "A toast then! To Yuri's best SP ever, and to a Gold medal victory tomorrow!"
Yuri dared to challenge that, "...And to a Free Skate score so high, even Victor Nikiforov can't beat it."
The Russian had to fan himself and sit back down, "Ufuu... My heart can't take it."
Klink-klink~!
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Both SkateHusbands were shoved into their hotel room like a pair of hay-bales, and they tumbled in rather clumbsily.
"Don't come out till you're both sober!" Mari instructed them, and reached around the door-frame for the DND sign. She quickly stuck it on the outside and let the panel close behind her, a nervous bead of sweat on her face. She looked to Minako, "...We really messed that one up."
Minako just laughed in a drunken haze, "I don't know what you're...-hic-...talking about. I had a great time."
Mari deadpanned the woman, "...I should've known you'd be powerless to stop the drinking." She sighed quietly, and took hold of the ballerina's jacket to guide her back to their own hotel room.
"I wonder who's in all these other rooms?" Minako laughed feebly, "We should knock on every door!"
"Oh no you don't!"
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Needy hands had already pushed half of Yuri's suit-coat off, and he was shuffled backwards towards the foot of the bed with kisses and little nudges. He paused only as he felt the blankets brush up against the back of his knees. The Russian pushed him down to sit, and gazed down at him past his nose with half-lidded eyes, one hidden behind silver bangs as he moved to pull his own coat and vest off. They were thrown aside gently, and Victor moved his uncoordinated hands to his button-down shirt. Yuri held his partner's waist, and one knee came up against his side to him down to his back on the bed. Victor was on his lap soon after, and grinded against him with all the passion that had built up since the score was read aloud.
The eager Russian could hardly contain himself. He lifted back up and away, and gazed into those brown eyes. He paused there for a moment, but then brought one hand up to cup across his fiance's face, one thumb lightly brushing back and forth across a flushed pink cheek, "I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you right now, Yuri..." He whispered breathlessly, and leaned down for another kiss, much to his partner's eager need.
Yuri traced his right hand up Victor's front, ending with a palm flat on his chest, and a ghostly-light touch at the nearest button on the man's shirt. He looked up anxiously, and in his drunken haze, said words he probably shouldn't have, "...Take me."
Slate eyes widened, and cheeks flushed. For a moment, Victor wasn't sure he heard correctly...and he hesitated a second, "...Are you sure?"
"I need you to..." Yuri answered immediately; he turned his face into the palm against his cheek, and kissed it, "I can feel you already... I want...all of you..."
Drunk or not, that's all Victor needed to hear, and before either of them knew it, slender fingers slid down, and a sharp rip resonated through the small room. Yuri's button-down was shredded, and Victor eagerly started licking at that newly-exposed chest. He pushed his beloved down to his back, and eagerly tasted every inch of hot, pale skin. Yuri's body was more relaxed than it had ever been, and Victor could feel it; his lips kissed supple muscle, his thighs pressed down against pliable legs. Everything was soft about his beloved except that one particular spot, and feeling it against his own center made tingles rush through the Russian's entire body. Once he was sure he'd kissed every bit of the man's chest and tummy, he lifted up onto his knees and carefully slid one arm under his partner's back. Legs that hung off the foot of the bed were dragged up onto it, and Victor gently lowered his fiancé back down, head set against the mound of pillows. He was quick then to reach for the velvet satchel on the nearby nightstand, and pulled the clasp loose to dump the contents out. He could hardly process what task to go through next; he wanted everything off and exposed and slick at the same time. He had just enough brain-function left though to consider his next move.
Yuri was prone beneath him; relaxed, but extremely aroused. Hands pawed at his chest, then moved down to unclasp the hidden button within the seam of his gunmetal-grey slacks. The thin zipper was pulled down, and Yuri shoved the silky-smooth fabric away, letting them slide down to his knees. Victor paused there to wiggle out of the remaining fabric, and went ahead in pushing his bikini-briefs away while he was there. He wasted no time in reducing his lover to the same state; utterly naked, but for their socks, which each of them forgot for the moment. Once all necessary clothes were gone and shoved to the floor at bedside, Victor returned to the cache of lubricant bottles; he picked up a purple bottle with silver-white text. He paid little heed to it, and just clicked the cap off, drizzling a goodly amount onto his beloved's tender-bits before he closed it again and tossed it back to the pile. Deft hands massaged the oily fluid around, mixing it with the ample fluid his partner had oozed out onto his tummy.
As Victor worked that hard and flushed flesh with his lips and tongue, fingers worked at readying the rest. There was practically enough lube to go river-rafting in, and every press and twist made a slick, squishy noise. That alone was enough to excite him to desperation, and Victor could hardly wait. He had to force himself to slow down though, despite the throbbing need he felt at his core.
This is all wrong, Victor thought, and lifted up slightly from the wet attention he gave to his lover, I need to be able to use both hands. What am I doing on top like this!?
Yuri hardly noticed, but Victor rolled to his side, and he turned onto his own to face the man. He felt one hand slide over his waist and backside, then down his thigh, hooking fingers into the bend behind one knee. That whole leg was lifted up and over the Russian's thighs, and one of them slipped forward to pin it there. That done, the pulling-hand then rubbed and kneaded eagerly at his leg again, moving back up until it came to the round of his rump. Fingers were super-slick, and slipped into the cleft with urgency. He gasped with surprise, and felt his hips buck forward, pressing his aroused flesh right up against his fiancé's. Not knowing what else to do, Yuri moved his hands down from his partner's chest, over that ribbed athletic core, and down between them. He took hold of their lengths and wrapped his hands around them, pressing them hard together. Oil-slathered skin made Yuri's hands slippery, and the schlick-schlick-schleck-squick-schlick sound of his efforts drew a grunt from Victor's lips. The attention behind him intensified then, as each tug and twist at their unified fronts became a more insistent pressure from behind. At first, just one finger massaged there; pushing down against that unexplored entrance from one direction, then moved around it in a circular pattern. One finger then became two, and slid further down to include a patch of skin just beneath. Pressure against it sent pulses through Yuri's thin frame, and he couldn't help but start to gasp aloud. His hands abandoned their task entirely when those two fingers slipped inside him, and he quickly pulled his arms up to wrap around his fiancé's broad shoulders, clinging to the man as that new sensation overwhelmed his drunken senses.
Patiently, Victor worked the area for several minutes, until each pass made his beloved's entire body twitch with need. Once he was sure, he pressed his hand to the younger man's upturned hip and pushed it back, urging his partner to flip over onto his other side. Yuri complied easily enough, and backed up against his hips. Victor wouldn't make him wait any longer, and he held himself with guiding fingers to push the tip of his arousal to that hot-spot below the belt. He could feel his beloved's tension as he pressed against it, then backed up, and then pushed again, this time slipping the head inside.
He's so much more relaxed and loose this time... He thought, hazily recalling that first attempt after the Christmas market in St. Petersburg. The heat around his member was enthralling, and he did his best to advance slowly; he moved in a little, backed out a little, then slipped a bit further in with each pass, until after a few moments, felt his hips flush against his partner's athletic bum, and that exquisitely tight, wet heat encircled nearly all of his length.
Yuri gasped aloud and whined as he felt the final push inside him. His eyes were clenched at first, but he reached a hand up and felt his partner's cheek behind his neck, kissing his skin there. He threaded his fingers through silver hair, and held the man there as the pressure down below started to pick up. A few minutes of gentle moves, in and out, helped him to relax those muscles even more, and the initial ache of being stretched beyond his normal limits faded to a simple soreness, then vanished entirely. The schlick'ing sounds from earlier returned, but this time with the added slapping sounds of his fiancé's hips smacking his skin with each thrust.
Victor was lost in the feeling rather quickly, and pressed himself hard and deep, fingers clipped around his fiancé's hip-crests to hold him still amidst the jostling. Each whimpered grunt, every whined gasp, every single sound that his beloved made urged him on. He regained his wits after the initial few minutes - the finally-sated desperation of not having made love with anyone in years - and rolled his partner once more. This time, he pushed Yuri onto his stomach and mounted behind him, knees parted around those strong legs, never once withdrawing. For a moment, he thrust while perched on his hands, but then quickly lowered down and clung to his lover's back, kissing the near-side of each shoulder. Sweat started to bead on his skin, and Yuri's grunts and moans muffled into the pillow he clutched in his arms. A few minutes were spent in that position, the tempo of Victor's thrusts slowing and speeding-up again as he felt his beloved could handle it. The silver could feel himself coming to his end though, and the need to release was too much to put off. He pulled backward to sit upright, and drew his fiancé up with him. He held him there, each of them on their knees, and pushed as deep as he could for the last few thrusts that put him over the edge, until he cried out with a quaking breath and felt that hot liquid escape him.
Yuri reached back with one hand, and held his partner's thigh as he felt the throb inside him, and for that pause, he could feel the soreness return...though his buzzed brain didn't care. The phantom-member that he had felt in his dreams was now real, and was deeper inside him than he ever thought it could go. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. It felt even better when Victor finally got his wits about him again and reached around to help finish him with his hands.
They heaved for breath as their romp hit its peak, and quickly died down to recovery-mode. Victor rubbed his hands all over his fiancé's body, and massaged every twitchy-tingly muscle he could get to, slowly lowering him down to the blankets to lie down. He fell-in behind him, and withdrew gently, still panting his ragged breaths against the back of his beloved's shoulders.
Yuri suddenly started laughing though; weak at first, but then stronger, and he turned his head back to rub a cheek on silver hair, "Th-this...was a terrible idea, you know that?" He said, more a statement than an actual question.
"Why do you say that?" Victor wondered, hugging tight.
"I'm going to be so sore tomorrow..."
"Sorry." The silver answered, and released his grip slightly as he felt Yuri wiggle in place to get to his back. As legs lifted up to rest over his own, Victor curled his upward to press under his partner's thighs, and Yuri 'sat' on his lap as they laid there in bed, "I guess I got a bit...forceful."
"I kind-of thought you might though," Yuri explained, "I forgive you; it felt good."
"It did...?" Victor echoed, and lifted his head to look on curiously, "You're not just saying that?"
"Well, I mean, it hurt at the start...but I think I got used to it, and then I forgot it entirely. It's only just now coming back to me because we're done." Yuri explained, and nuzzled his fiancé's brow fondly, "I never imagined I could feel something like that from...uhm, well, there."
Relieved, Victor heaved a breath, and returned to wrap his arms around his fiancé's thin figure again, "Pretty soon, it won't hurt at all." He explained, and lifted his head a bit to offer a kiss, "Then we can do it multiple times a day~!"
"There won't be enough time to skate."
"Then we'll do them both at the same time. Sexy skating!"
Yuri just shook his head and laughed, "I can only imagine..." He huffed. He felt another fond squeeze, and he drew a contented breath, "...Uhm...thank you."
"Hm?"
"For...being patient, for my first time."
"Oh...of course. It was my first time, too, after all."
"Pfft." Yuri couldn't help but scoff, "That's not true."
"You're my first and only male partner." The silver explained, and kissed the edge of a shoulder, "Trust me when I say it's like doing it for the first time all over again. Pleasing a guy is different. Everything is new."
Yuri's brow furrowed slightly in surprise, and he looked at his partner in consideration. He finally cracked a smile though, and kissed the man again, "First and only male partner...and hopefully the last partner you ever have."
"That's the plan," Victor agreed happily, speaking the words against those soft lips, "I wish I could put into words how excited and relieved I am to finally have you, after all this time. I didn't realize what I was missing in my life until I fell for you."
"...I...think I know how you feel. I feel the same." Yuri answered quietly, and turned slightly again in place towards the man beside him, "I love you..."
"Hmmm...I love you, too."