(Haven't done a sexy chapter in a while. Time to pay the rent on my M rating lol)
CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
Makkachin raced in through the door as soon as it was open, literally skidding across the hardwood floor with a clatter of claws to get to the back door. He barked and jumped, tail wagging so frantically that his butt shook, too, and as soon as Viktor opened the latch, the dog bounded off the concrete stairway into the yard.
It was time to reclaim the property from the elements. That dog was on a mission. New smells had to be put on everything.
Once the poodle was safely taken care of and new food and water bowls were put down outside the back door, Viktor shut it and returned to the interior, quirking a brow in perplexity as he saw Yuri trying to bring in literally all of their stuff at once, "...Whaaat are you doing?" He went over and pulled some of the bigger items off his arms.
"...I can...do it in one...trip..." Yuri insisted, trying to twist in through the door to the garage.
The Russian settled the items he'd snagged on the floor in the livingroom, near the solitary blue couch, pulled his coat off, and started opening the cases up to put their things away. To his pleasure, the first bag happened to be the one with their new medals in it. They'd been put back inside their velvet cases for safe keeping, and Viktor pulled them out to set them on the small end-table next to his multi-jointed lamp. He looked around the room and inspected the numerous picture frames that housed his own historical medals, as well as the centerpiece where he and Yuri had arranged new frames for Yuri's own achievements.
While Yuri was still hauling the rest of their luggage into the bedroom, having retained the bulk of their clothing and toiletries bags, Viktor was pulling frames off the wall.
While Yuri was pulling costume bags from their biggest suitcase to hang them on a rack for drycleaning later, Viktor was undoing the fastenings on the back of a few frames and was removing the golden glittering plates under the glass.
By the time Yuri was done with everything, he'd wondered why Viktor hadn't helped, and went out into the livingroom to find out what his hold-up was, "Viktor, I could really use your...help...?"
"What do you think?"
The younger skater was baffled, "...How'd you get all that done without me hearing a hammer?" Was all he could manage as he stepped up to where Viktor was casually standing; he almost missed the fact that Viktor had 8 or 9 gold medals hanging from his left hand.
"People still use a hammer and nails to hang picture frames? How archaic~!" He answered, pulling Yuri close once he was within grabbing distance.
In place of the library of Viktor's achievements spanning all the way back to his days in the Junior ISU, there were now only the medals from his Senior years. There were 6 frames now, forming a circle about 4 feet across in the middle of the wall. There was no single frame at the top, but rather, two...on the left was the fuller frame with Viktor's 5 World Championship gold medals in it, and now solitary silver, and next to that was a frame of equal size, but with Yuri's first gold medal from the same competition. Below and slightly further out from those, were their European Championships and Four Continents frames, and below that, the Grand Prix Finals. It was oddly aesthetic that Viktor had a single silver medal on his side to match the one Yuri had earned for his own.
On the outskirts, Viktor's frame for the Russian Nationals, and opposite it was an empty frame for Yuri's presumed Japanese Nationals medals.
"You've done your country's championships, right?" Viktor asked, almost naively assuming his husband had won something there without having asked before.
"...Well, I was a dime-a-dozen top figure skater in the JSF with enough cred to get into the GPF once, so I hope I did." Yuri pointed out, still looking at the display with wonder.
"...So is that a yes or no?" Viktor gawked at him.
"Yeah."
"Oooh!" The Russian mused happily, "What'd you win?"
"A smattering of everything." Yuri admitted, "Expectations were still high for me at the Japanese Nationals when I went after Sochi, since I'd won at home before, but...well, you know that story."
"We have to get your medals in the frames!"
Further out from the center circle, below the Nationals frames, were six other frames...some with medals, others empty. Yuri stepped over to Viktor's side since it was the only one that had content, and realized those medals were from the GP Series.
"...Rostelecom Cup, Cup of China, Skate America, NHK Trophy, Skate Canada, even the Trophée Éric Bompard...you've been to all of them." He touched the frames lightly, "I've watched every one of them, too."
"You medaled at both Grand Prix Series' you've finalized in, so we'll have to get those for the frames, too." Viktor said softly, approaching the younger skater from behind, wrapping his arms around his sides to pull him back a little bit, then pointing at the center, "And there, where it's empty, when we move this stuff to the new wall in Hasetsu...we'll put one of the photos from the shoot we're going to do next week."
"Sounds like you have something specific in mind." Yuri answered, leaning his head a little so his ear pressed against Viktor's hair.
"Something with our Duetto outfits, I think." He said ponderously, "But maybe something else."
"That sounds good, actually. I like it." Yuri turned his head, putting them cheek to cheek, "We should frame and hang our marriage certificate, too."
"Mh!"
"So how long are you going to stand around looking like a coach?" The younger skater suddenly wondered, reaching up to tug on the man's tie a little bit, "You're overdressed."
"If these clothes are coming off, it's because yours are, too, Mr. Nikiforov."
Yuri's cheeks were as red as the day he'd put the ring on Viktor's finger, and he had the same sweet smile...without the glasses though, he looked a little more mature. He turned where he stood in Viktor's embrace and raised his hands up to put them gently on either side of the Russian's face, touching their foreheads together, "Then what are you still waiting for? Mr. Nikiforov. I thought you'd have bowled me over as soon as we walked in the door."
"...It occurred to me to do just that, but..." Viktor started kissing him as he pulled him back towards the couch, "I thought maybe I shouldn't be that obvious."
"Still trying to surprise me?"
"Every hour of every day. If I ever stop, I expect you to check my pulse."
As Viktor backed up into the sofa and felt the seat against the back of his knees, he lowered himself to sit, but before allowing Yuri to follow, he pulled his phone out from the pile of his coat. The younger skater moved forward to sit anyway, but stayed more towards the end of Viktor's knees until he gestured otherwise. It seemed the Russian had something in mind. When he twisted over to pull a small remote control from the footstool, and turned on the sound-bar by the television, Yuri understood.
"Pairing your phone?"
"Trying to set the mood a little." Viktor answered as he continued on his task, "There we go." He clicked the 'Source' button on the remote until the digital display on the bar said 'BT.' Soon after, that disappeared, and new letters scrolled across from right to left, 'WELCOME, VIKTOR'S PHONE.'
Yuri jokingly held his hands together in prayer, "Blessed be, O Holy Bluetooth."
"An invisible power that we can all appreciate in times of dire need." The Russian added, hitting 'Play' on a random playlist.
The beat started (Tobu & Itro -Sunburst [NCS Release],) and Yuri lifted his head from his worship, "Oh...I recognize this...it's from the World Championship Gala starting ceremony! How'd you get hold of it?"
"Someone online tagged me in a link to the full ISU playlist for the weekend, and since I saw how much fun you had during that dance, I figured I'd download the song that went with it." Viktor answered as Yuri started to unloop the scarf around his neck, "There's a bunch of songs on this list. You'll recognize a few, probably." He was saying, quieter, more alluring now.
It reminded Yuri of how Viktor spoke way back before the GP Final Free Skate, when Viktor had asked how long he was going to be in warm-up mode.
...I should've kissed him back then... Would it have seemed so weird? I don't even remember why I didn't...
Yuri leaned in to kiss the man right then though, letting Viktor's hands pull him further into his lap. Those perfect, pale hands rose from Yuri's thighs to slip under the dark blue shirt that had teased Viktor all night, finally able to feel the skin he'd so desperately wanted. They slid up Yuri's abdomen and chest before moving off to caress his shoulder blades, going lower to the small of his back to pull him even closer onto his lap. The Asian felt exactly what he expected to feel now that they were directly on top of one another, and he could only wonder how long Viktor had been holding back. Yuri decided then to be kind to the man and withdrew him despite the fact that they were still entirely clothed.
Viktor drew in a hiss, not having expected that so soon, but he wasn't about to complain. It just drove his passion even further, cupping his husband's face in his hands to kiss him harder as that man's own hands went gently to their task.
He stroked and rubbed for a little while, moving away only as the music changed over to the next song...his own song. The piano trill echoed softly in the room, and Yuri removed one hand from between them to nudge Viktor to turn to his right, to lay him up against the arm-rest where the big white pillow was waiting for him. He kept kissing his partner, and then withdrew his second hand to undo the knot of Viktor's tie, tossing it aside and then moving to undo the buttons of his dress-shirt. He kissed and nibbled at each new inch of skin that was revealed as he went down until he was practically sitting on Viktor's knees again, pulling the shirt from where it had been pinned under the rim of his slacks.
The Russian was a bit surprised at how seamlessly his husband had moved through the paces, having made no gesture to tend to his own needs at all yet, even as he'd started to use his mouth to please him. Sides, tip, base, back to tip, then taking it wholly in, moving up and down with the tactile grace of an expert, even though he hardly was.
All told, despite how many times they'd been intimate, Yuri was still novice; always eager to please but not always sure how to do it. This time, though, he seemed to have hit a stride he was comfortable with and was going for it. After the horribly long 2 day wait, Viktor was loving every second of it. Yuri could've done anything he wanted to him in that moment.
The song switched over again, this time to Viktor's newly-chosen Short Program.
As Yuri continued his wet and warm attention, the Russian fondly thought back on when the younger skater had actually sung that very song to him.
...He has a really nice singing voice, too. I never knew before then. Maybe I should ask him to do his own version of the song for me?
Viktor gestured for Yuri to come back up for air after that, guiding him back to his previous position with a finger just under his chin, and kissing him when he arrived. Eager hands went back down over Yuri's back and curled under the edge of the shirt, pulling it forward and eventually right over the man's head, casting it to the floor alongside the tie. He wrapped his arms around Yuri's back after that, drawing him down so both of their exposed chests now touched. Yuri slid his arms over Viktor's shoulders, settling into another string of kisses.
He only jolted a little when Viktor's hands went between them, starting to undo the front of his jeans. His head went up a little at the feeling of those warm fingers reaching for him, and he felt Viktor kissing at his neck in turn; one hand around his center, the other stroking his chest gently.
The soft sound of 'Aria: Stay Close to Me' started to rise into the room after that, which actually made Yuri laugh a little.
"What's so funny?" Viktor wondered, continuing his fun, doing his best to bring his partner to full arousal.
"...I guess I didn't expect to hear this song play just now." He answered, "Thought I'd hear Duetto before Aria."
"It's on the list."
"Do you have all of our music on here?" Yuri wondered, his voice a little strained as Viktor's strokes started to have their desired effect.
"Everything on the ice is love..." Viktor repeated those hallowed words, "So why not make love to the music we dance to? Every time you hear these songs now, you'll think about this moment."
Yuri smiled at that, "Now watch, Eros will play next..."
"Nah, it'll play later."
"You know the song order?"
"I didn't set it to randomize."
"Sheesh, Viktor...you planned even this? Mh..."
Viktor nuzzled Yuri's neck again, smiling as his lips moved across pale skin, "I didn't entirely plan it...I just know Eros is later."
The Asian suddenly twitched up a little bit, "You didn't put Agape on here, did you?"
Viktor raised his blue eyes up to look at his husband, and all he could do was smile...and then flip them over so Yuri was against the pillow in his place. He touched their noses together, "No." Viktor leaned back then and started yanking at the jeans until they came away, and everything else with it, tossing them to the floor to join the growing pile before leaning in to kiss the man eagerly again.
Yuri let his legs relax where they parted around his husband's waist, the right one dangling right off the edge of the sofa where it poked out over Viktor's left. The Russian inched in closer, holding his hands to Yuri's sides until he could feel their centers pressing against each other again, kissing at his neck and chest all the while. The younger man drew in a quick breath as he felt the older taking them both together in his hand again, gently squeezing and rubbing in all the right places. Viktor then raised his head back up and touched his forehead to Yuri's, watching the expression on his husband's face as he did his best to please them both.
Soon, Viktor moved his hand away from them again and gently touched it to Yuri's side where it was nearest the back of the couch, and pressed himself to the man's front with a kiss. His left hand went down below the edge of the seat cushions, feeling the lowest part of the sofa before it was nothing but air and 4 wooden legs, searching for a small bottle that he knew was there somewhere.
Long ago, they had repurposed an unsuspecting bottle of bitter-apple, and set it under that part of the couch in case the need arose. That way, their playtime would never be interrupted by such pesky things as the need for someone to get up and run to another room for supplies while the other waited, usually wet and getting cold, for him to return. It also looked like the typical sort of supplies one would keep around in a household with a pet, so should anyone ever come over, none would see the bottle and wonder at the couple's private affairs uninvited.
As Viktor found the bottle and pulled it up with two fingers, he felt his partner starting to clench up a little, and eased off where he'd been pushing his hips against him. Yuri's smaller frame started to relax again after that, and Viktor moved on, rising up a little so he could see as he dribbled a little of the clear fluid over his fingers. Yuri's flushed face watched as well, and Viktor saw the subtle change in his expression.
"What is it?" He mused.
"You know..." Yuri huffed between breaths, "When you do that...it's probably the single weirdest thing I've ever felt in my life, right?"
"I know!" He agreed with a laugh, "I remember the first time we were like this, back at Yu-Topia..." He reminisced, not giving Yuri a break to ponder the inevitable, moving his fingers lower until they found where they were meant to go, "...You had this perpetually terrified look on your face."
"...I thou-...mh...I thought you were going to try to...ahhh go all the way that first night..."
"No way..." The Russian teased, one finger inside now, "I wouldn't have, even if you made it seem like you wanted me to."
"...R...Really? Why?"
Viktor was looming over him at that point so his arm wouldn't be twisted up as he continued the finger-up internal massage, but he lowered his face to kiss him gently, "You had only just been brave enough to kiss me on your own 2 weeks prior." He explained quietly; two fingers now, "Doing this with a guy..." He listened to Yuri's breaths, trembling as they were, "...it's even more intimate than being with a woman for the first time."
"...I...I wouldn't know..." The younger man twitched as Viktor used his other hand to massage in front at the same time.
The Russian just smiled and continued on, "The stigma against this sort of thing means most men will never know what it feels like. But for people like us..." He felt where Yuri's legs were starting to clamp around his waist again, "...who probably never considered our future love-lives as anything but boring and standard..." The Asian's fingers were gripping at where Viktor's knees were parked on either side of his hips, "...and who came together despite having no history of attraction to other men..." He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself in their place, reaching for the small bottle again to replenish the supply, and then slowly starting to push himself inside, "...we're left with no other recourse but to face those taboos head on."
'Aria' had faded out long ago, replaced by 'You Only Live Once,' and then 'Duetto' as Yuri had expected.
Yuri's expression was strained...the beginning was always a little uncomfortable, though it had gotten better over the weeks and months. Viktor continued to massage and stroke the front to make it easier.
"So we're both as...nh...vulnerable to each other as any man could ever be for anyone." He finished, sliding forward until he was half in, then withdrawing again before trying to go a little further. He didn't speak again until he was all the way in and Yuri could catch his breath, "...So..." He whispered, his silver-grey bangs dragging across the man's collarbone, "...If you had suggested it that first night...or even tried to go for it...I would've stopped you." He paused, "How are you now?"
"...Need a moment."
"Okay." The Russian said quietly, tracing his lips over the skin of his partner's chest and neck as he waited for the go-ahead to move again, "...Anyway, it would've been too much back then. I think maybe even for me."
"...Really?" Yuri was surprised to hear that. He tried not to let the tension out in his voice, but he suspected Viktor could pick up on it no matter what he did.
The Russian lifted his slate-blue eyes to look into the hazel pools under him, "Hah~ Even I was hurting for a few days after you took me the first time. I was scared back then, too, you know?"
"...But...you were always so stoic about it...like it didn't bother you at all...!"
Viktor could literally feel that the confession had made Yuri's body relax a little, as though hearing those words had relieved some of the stress of feeling alone in the subtle pain between them. He just huffed a quiet laugh and shook his head, "I didn't want you to feel bad for hurting me."
Yuri just glowered at him awkwardly, "No, it just made me feel inadequate..."
"I didn't mean for that." The Russian kissed him gently to reassure him, "I was actually sore longer than you claimed to be."
"Wh...but...huh?"
Viktor slid back a little to test the waters, and when Yuri didn't wince, he slid forward again, planting his hands into the couch cushion on either side of his husband's waist to hold himself up, "You had so much faith in me to know what to do." He explained, easing Yuri into a slow rhythm, "But I had no idea what I was doing...so I decided way back at Yu-Topia that when it did happen, you would go first. ...How is this?"
"Mh..." The raven-haired skater mumbled, pulling his hands up from where they'd been clenched around Viktor's knees to place them behind the man's neck, pulling him down a little so he could press the sides of their foreheads together.
"I wanted to know exactly what it felt like..." The Russian continued, "...so I could then do something to make it feel better for you, and maybe hurt less."
Yuri was taken aback by his words, and he raised his knees up a little higher against Viktor's sides, "...You can go faster if you want."
It was an ironic cue at that point, as Duetto faded out, and the sassy guitar of Eros started.
The younger skater couldn't help but laugh as it did, "Yeah...nh...there it is... Knew it..."
Viktor laughed as well, kissing at his husband's neck happily, and picking up the pace as had been requested. They only flipped positions twice after that; once to turn Yuri on his side, with Viktor setting the man's right leg underneath of him while he held the left up against his chest, leaning over it as he continued, and then once more as he dropped to lay directly behind him, holding that same leg up a little to make access easier. When Yuri felt both of Viktor's arms wrap tightly around him, and fast breaths against the back of his shoulder, he knew the moment wasn't far off.
The Russian clenched up, and drove in as deep as he could, quietly crying out Yuri's name against the back of his neck. He was a little surprised to find Yuri's free hand reaching back to encourage him.
"...K-keep going...don't stop now..."
He did his best despite himself, and reached around front to ease the burden. He soon felt his partner clench up as well, even as he was still inside him. Yuri's eyes were wide open as he tried to catch his breath, hands up with his fingers pushed through his hair as though he might pull on it if the sensation were any more intense than it already was.
"Heh...you okay? Yuri..." Viktor pushed up a little on his elbow to see over to his partner's face, nosing his ear a little to encourage him, his free hand now coming up his abdomen to rest on his chest gently.
"...I didn't...feel like that before..." He answered, still heaving a little for air, "...What'd you do different?"
"I dunno." Viktor mused, kissing his cheek before lying back down again behind his partner, wrapping both arms around him, "I'll take full credit for whatever it was though."