CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

-From the Grand Prix Final to a wedding, Barcelona offers it all!-

True to Yuri's word, he made Victor work to seduce him for the entire rest of the afternoon and into the evening. By the time Victor had finished gathering all the things he needed to make the night one to remember, they were both carrying numerous bags...though, to be fair, most of it wasn't just for that night.

Seven bottles of wine, two of champagne, one bottle of Baileys, freshly ground coffee, several other things...even some curious mixed white-and-milk-chocolate seashell-shaped confections, all in the bags.

It was an effort to get everything into their hotel room, and Makkachin was glad to see them return. Victor moved off to feed his aging poodle as Yuri started pulling bottles from the totes to set them on the table on the far end of the room. He looked at each one as he set them down, and read the labels and vintages.

I don't even know why I'm looking. I don't know a thing about wine...

"Save some of those for when we get back to Yu-Topia!" Victor asked; he set a bowl on the ground and poured a bottle of water down into it, "I want to mull them for my new in-laws."

"My dad's going to go nuts over it." Yuri said, "He's worse than I am with alcohol."

"Then it'll just be a good excuse for us to dismiss ourselves, won't it?" The Russian suggested, and shrugged off his jacket. He set it on its hanger in the closet, and stepped over to join his husband by the table. He slid his hands up the man's chest - barely touching him as his hands went into the shoulder-space of that blue pea-coat - and pushed the heavy jacket off with the back of his wrists.

Yuri could feel the man's lips against his own, but like his hands...there was barely a whisper of a touch between them, He's playing keep-away to draw me in...

Victor pulled the coat off his arms and put it in the closet next to his own, then went to one of the other bags to grab some of the glasses he'd bought just for the night. It wasn't one of the wine glasses Yuri had expected though...it was the two ceramic mugs. He watched in keen, but silent interest as Victor worked his drink magic, pouring more of the bottled water from earlier into the complimentary hotel-room brewer and scooped just enough of the newly-ground coffee into a filter for two cups. Once the brewer started sputtering - and steam rose from the carafe in the back - Victor turned away from it, grabbed the bottle of Baileys, and looked at his husband.

"Just enough to loosen you up a bit, but not so much that you don't remember later." He said, eyes half-lidded through his silver bangs.

Yuri just sat on the edge of the bed with a smirk, and leaned back on his arms, "I can't wait."

The smell of the coffee started to rise into the air, and Victor turned back to look at it proudly before moving to join Yuri on the edge of the bed. The younger man looked over at him as the bed settled, but he just smiled and waited, "You're really going to make me work hard tonight, aren't you?" Victor mused; he crossed his legs and reached his hand up to brush the bangs from his beloved's eyes.

Yuri nodded enthusiastically, "I've evolved. I used to be a pork cutlet fatale that seduces men...now I'm something different."

Victor coughed a laugh at that, and stretched one leg out to settle it over his partner's lap, "Now you're a gold ribbon pork cutlet fatale, and you still seduce men."

"Only you."

"You did a good job." Victor said, quieter than before, deftly touching at his partner's arm as he leaned in closer.

Yuri closed his eyes, and in his mind, he could feel the kiss before it happened...but then it didn't. He could sense the warmth of his partner's breath against his skin, ever so close, but not quite completely touching. He felt the man's nose-tip brushing his lip, then move up to the tip of his own nose as Victor's left hand came up across his chest, tracing a finger up his core and over his collarbone, right up to his neck and under his chin, "You're teasing me..."

"You're playing hard to get." Victor answered, and nosed his husband's chin before he pulled away again to stand and finish their drinks.

"You're closer than you think."

"Don't say that; I won't try as hard." The Russian teased, and looked back at him over his shoulder. Victor had poured the coffee by then and unscrewed the lid to the Baileys when he spotted a certain sultry look on his husband's face. He whistled as he turned back to watch the liquid pour into the two cups, "I'm suddenly really glad I gave you 'Eros' to skate. I can only imagine the difference in our relationship if I'd given you 'Agape' instead."

"I suppose I'd be the blushing virgin bride then." Yuri laughed, and fell down to his back on the bed, both arms up above his head. He stretched far and reached for the pillows, "Not the battle-hardened 'Eros' SkateHusband you've trained me to become."

"You'll always be my little katsudon." Victor mused. He finally returned with the mugs and offered one forward as he found his place again on the edge of the bed. Yuri huffed a laugh to himself as he rolled to his side, and took the mug to draw it near and take in the sweet smell. Victor already had the taste on his tongue, "Vkusno~! Such a hot after-bite."

Yuri sipped at it too, and felt the heat of the coffee first, then the heat of the liqueur chase it down his throat. It was sweet and spicy, and warmed him from the inside out, "Mmmh...this hits the spot..."

"Right?"

It was gone quickly though, and Victor moved to lay on his side next to his partner, head propped up on his hand as the other moved over his husband's chest. He traced his fingers over the contours of the man's physique, the rise and fall of each muscle, before he pulled those fingers back up to draw Yuri's face closer to his own.

Yuri allowed it, and let himself be pulled onto his side to face the man, and finally felt the sweet velvet heat of a light kiss. He could still taste the Irish coffee on Victor's lips, and drew in closer, free hand on the man's waist as he felt a leg come up between his own, coming to rest just above his knees. Slender fingers slid through his black hair, down a cheek, jaw, and neck. It slowly moved down to his chest, slipped under his arm and down to his waist. Yuri was practically itching to feel him, and cupped his hand around his partner's lower back to pull him closer, feeling the exquisite warmth where their bodies were pressed against each other. He felt his partner's hand slide under the edge of his shirt; a palm pressed to the thump of his excited heart. Within moments, Victor had shifted again, pushed him onto his back, sat over his hips, and used both hands to pull the form-fitting garment away.

In a flirty tease, Victor stopped pulling the shirt away just as it came over Yuri's face, leaving his mouth and nose exposed but his eyes covered - and, not to mention, his arms tangled in the sleeves. Slate eyes watched with pleasure as Yuri drew in harder breaths, especially as the simple roll of hips over lap began. Yuri's hands came free, and found their way up Victor's thighs. At the same time, Victor leaned down to kiss that mouth, pressed himself hard against center so they could feel each other through their remaining clothing.

Yuri drew in a sharp breath, twitched, and pushed back against the body straddling over him. As Victor sat upright again, Yuri pulled one hand away to lift the edge of his shirt off his eyes, peeking with one eye as the Russian pulled his own shirt away. Perfect, unbruised skin came into sights. It was just as solid and perfect as the day Victor had shown up naked in his family's hot spring, but this time...he could touch it. He pulled the shirt off the rest of his head and cast it aside as he sat up, and put his hands around the sides of his husband's back as he kissed that chest eagerly.

Loose, athletic arms came to rest around Yuri's shoulders, and held him close as he settled a little lower on the man's lap. As eager hands slowly started to descend behind his back, Victor continued his slow, forward and backward sway against his beloved's hips, wanting to feel every moment of that growing arousal. He paused briefly to reach between them, and as he started to undo the buttons with one hand, the other pushed Yuri down to his back again; hot kisses and nibbles left cool wet spots on his chest.

Yuri started to feel the effects of the Baileys going to his head; the subtle hint of dizziness made his body feel light and relaxed. He almost didn't notice Victor pull their clothing off, but 'remembered' again when he felt skin against skin as his partner returned to him. As Victor learned down over top of him, Yuri recalled something the Russian had said earlier in the evening. In one quick motion, Yuri flipped them, and put his husband on his back with that silver hair spread over the pillows. He looked down into those blue pools and leaned in to kiss him, but not quite. He paused millimeters away and smiled, "Your lips are a little chapped."

Victor half-closed his eyes, "Maybe you should do something about it."

"Maybe I will."

The Russian smiled eagerly at that.

Yuri licked his lips...and then leaned in to softly lick Victor's as well. He felt himself get pulled into a kiss that was deeper than any they'd shared before, and felt breathless when he finally pulled away again...and he only did that because he felt a sudden squeeze and had to gasp.

Victor always enjoyed seeing that look on Yuri's face. No matter how many times they'd been intimate, every time he took hold of the man, Yuri reacted like it was the first time again.

Yuri, of course, had to hold himself up a little, adjusting to the slight change in tempo as Victor held them both in his hands, massaging gently and with expertise. He fumbled a hand to reach for the night-stand, pawing for a small bottle there with a pump-top. Slippery clear liquid dripped into his hand, and he pulled back again to reach between them. Victor moved one hand out of the way to let Yuri's in between them, and helped massage the slick fluid all over them.

Yuri had to catch his breath a little as Victor continued to work them together, and pushed up a little to sit on his knees, and pinched them on either side of the Russian's hips. He hadn't gotten far before he felt Victor take one hand away to prop himself up on that elbow, and folded one knee against his right side as his other leg rose up to rest against his shoulder. Yuri felt almost paralyzed by the sensation between them, and half-didn't notice the leg rise up ahead of him. But, Victor nudged his head with his calf to bring him back.

"Eyes on me, Yuri." He said coyly, "I didn't give you so much to drink that you'd pass out in the middle of this."

"No..." He agreed, "I'm not going to." He slowly and reluctantly pulled out of Victor's grasp, and leaned forward against the extended leg. He held to the man's knee with one hand as the other settled on the sheets by Victor's waist. He could feel the muscles in that leg tighten a little as he pressed forward, but he kept his sights on the slate-blue irises beneath him.

To Victor's credit, even though he'd let Yuri take him first, it was still primarily him that did most of the work during their play sessions. Yuri supposed he liked being in control most of the time...but every so often, and perhaps only when he was in certain moods, Victor liked being the vulnerable one.

This was one of those moments.

Victor's back arched a little, and both arms rose up over his head to tousle his hair amongst the pillows. He twisted a little onto his side, and Yuri just inched in closer, beginning the push-and-pull roll of his hips. He listened for the little hums of pleasure as he started to pick up a little speed, and reached over with his free hand to massage the man where he could. Yuri pressed against his chest and kissed at his neck, hands clinging to his waist. He could fee Victor's fingers slide across his back, drawing lines over his skin as he started to quietly hum his pleasure; each gentle sway of his body put pressure against the Russian's core, and the added tug and slide of a hand over them both added to the sensation.

I'm the only one in the world who's heard these sounds from Victor...who's gotten to feel him like this...

"Mmmnh...Yuri~"

He smiled at that. Hearing the sound of his name like that was always a favorite of his. After all, if Victor still had enough of his senses to say his name normally, he wasn't trying hard enough. But his turn had suddenly come to an end when he felt hands press against his chest and slide down, move to the side, and cup around his waist. The leg perched against his shoulder came down, and Victor scrunched his core to sit upright under him. In one fluid motion, Victor pushed himself up against the headboard, and pulled his beloved up into his lap. A soft series of kisses reconnected them, and Victor slid his hands up and down his partner's frame, feeling every inch of that lithe upper body.

No matter what, Victor always wanted to have their eyes locked whenever one entered the other. It was one of the highest signs of surrender and trust, in his opinion, and so, as he repositioned himself beneath his husband, slick with the clear liquid from earlier and wet from perspiration, he looked into those brown eyes that had given him so much happiness.

Yuri put his right arm over his partner's shoulder, letting it settle behind the man's neck as the other hand came up over his collarbone, and he slowly descended into Victor's lap; careful hands guided the length of the Russian's arousal and kept it in place for him. Their eyes stayed together until it was done, and only after did Victor close his to lean up and kiss the man again. Yuri rose and fell slowly after that, adjusting to the new sensation, and Victor helped him along, holding him close with both arms around his back. Once he was certain the initial discomfort had dissipated, he pulled one arm from where it hugged the man and brought it between them, giving Yuri something to push into. It worked, and the younger man picked up the pace a little bit. He let his new husband choose the pace of their romp until body-language made it clear he was ready to hand off the proverbial baton. Victor was eager to reciprocate, and he settled his hands over his partner's waist to hold him steady as he started to buck slowly upwards into him.

"A-Ahh...Vict-tor..." Yuri sighed quietly, and lowered down slightly to press his brow to his partner's. He closed his eyes and let the sensation ride through him, sending pulses of pleasure to every finger and toe. Victor turned his face slightly and lifted his head, and Yuri lowered down a little further to meet for a series of soft kisses; the full feeling of that thick member slid in and out of him, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, and each thrust felt better than the last as his body adjusted.

Victor soon changed their position though, and moved to put Yuri's hands against the headboard as he went behind him. He held gently onto his beloved's hips as he pushed inside again. Yuri gave out a whimpered moan, a confused mess of pleasure and uncertainty, but Victor kissed his back and held his hands flat against the man's chest, going gently, easing his way back in with gradual pressure.

He could never do this with another man... Victor thought to himself, knowing deep down that this figure he'd become enthralled with had probably never considered his own needs prior to their meeting. He still tenses up a little, like he has to convince himself all over again that it's okay. He has to remind himself that it's me, and only me. I'm the only person he'll ever let do this to him. I'm the only person he's ever trusted with this part of himself.

When he felt Yuri buckle under him a little, he pulled him back from the headboard again, and settled that taut frame on his back beneath him. Black hair was matted to Yuri's forehead, and he breathed heavily...but those brown eyes...they were still longing. So Victor did his best, and returned to his day-long attempt at seducing this man under him. He pulled his husband's knees against his sides and pushed on between them, and took him with his free hand as the other reached up to stroke Yuri's face.

Yuri leaned into the touch affectionately, and then leaned his head back as those rolling thrusts picked up their pace again, "...V...Vict...tor...!" He cried out, and bit down on one of his knuckles in desperation.

The silver could sense when his partner was on the edge; certain muscles tensed, his back arched a certain way, and Yuri's expression changed. When he saw and felt it, Victor leaned in close to the man's ear and whispered, "Ja ljublju tebja, Yuri..." (I love you...)

Yuri clenched up almost immediately after, desperately trying not to cry out too loudly, and wrapped his arms tightly around his husband's head and shoulders as his body quaked. Victor kept stroking gently, waiting for the trembling to stop before he pulled his hand away. He kept pace with his hips until he himself was ready to finish, pushing deep inside as Yuri clung to him, panting heavy breaths against the crook of his beloved's neck. Victor stayed right where he was for a while after that, letting Yuri hold onto him as long as he wanted, and hugged him tightly in return. When he finally withdrew, he leaned to his side, collected Yuri in his arms again and held him gently, his cheek to the man's shoulder. Yuri still twitched now and again, and Victor slowly rubbed his chest.

"Victor..." He finally said, causing the Russian to lift his head a little from where he'd pressed it to Yuri's skin.

"Hm?"

"Ja tože...tebja lub-lublju." (I love you, too.)

Victor had to lift his head up fully to look at his partner at the sound of that, and when he saw a brown eye looking at him from where his partner's head had been submerged in the downy pillows, offered a surprised smile, "Where did you learn that?"

Yuri was confused, and turned to look at him more straight-on, "Oh... Did...did I say it wrong?" He panted.

"No..." The silver answered, and lowered down again to tighten his hug adoringly, "...I just don't remember teaching you those words. I'm..." The Russian reached up to rub his eyes behind his husband's back, and smiled, "I'm just happy to hear them. You said them perfectly."