(Author Note: Sexy-time by request - skip to the line-break dot if you don't care lol. Also...gaiz...if you're gonna send me messages about mistakes I've made in the fic, be it language corrections or reminding me that I haven't done edits past Ch12, please read my replies and answer them if I need more info =_=;; Thxu.)

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY NINE

It always shocked Yuri that Viktor could carry him around like he weighed next to nothing. Be it taking him to bed when he'd fallen asleep watching television, or after a long day of practice, or as the case may be, getting him to their bedroom for one of their romps...the Russian was always able to glide up those stairs like he could fly.

Though, perhaps the man's excitement that day had been augmented by the arrival of the new emergency-ordered Free Skate costume earlier in the morning.

In either case, Yuri felt himself gently placed on top of those blankets mere seconds after having been picked up off the tile floor of the kitchen. Viktor was in next to him moments later, leaning over him with a long kiss as his delicate fingers worked at the loose knot holding the front of the bathrobe closed. He could feel the cool air rush against his skin as the warm fluff of the felt material slid away, clinging only to his arms where he had them up to cup his hands over the man's shoulder and against one cheek. The only other fabric covering him beyond that were the navy-blue shorts around his hips.

The pale, slender hands that had pulled the knot away then took new positions, one holding the Russian up as the other slid within the open folds of the robe to feel at his partner's skin. He lowered down onto an elbow, never once parting far from those kisses, save to turn his head to start again or to let Yuri catch a breath, and he eventually came to rest leaning against the man's side. Yuri's left leg was bent upward, and the silver skater slid his hand down from the figure's lean side, over his waist, hip, and thigh, eventually pulling that leg over his own as he gently wedged it up as high as it could go.

As Viktor lowered down, Yuri pushed slightly up, rising only high enough to let the rest of the bathrobe slide off his shoulders. He returned quickly after that, rolling slightly over his partner's chest as he leaned back into another kiss. The feeling of his husband's hand going higher against his leg again was almost urgent.

Fingers grasped at every inch of skin, sneaking under the edge of the dark-blue fabric and feeling for places only the owner of those fingers would ever know. As the hand slid further up, fingers sneaking between the back of the younger man's legs, Viktor pulled lightly and rolled fully onto his back, getting under his husband and freeing up his other hand in the process. He put it to good use rather quickly, sliding up the length of the smaller athlete's back and then down again, both hands getting a palm-full of SkaterButt where they met evenly over those figure-hugging briefs.

Though, that's when the surprise came. Not from Yuri...but rather, because of him. Instead of using that rump-grab as a cue to sit on the silver Russian's hips, he pulled the leg back that had been placed to the outside of Viktor's thigh and wedge it under that leg instead, pulling both of the man's legs aside his hips in the process.

"Ohh?" The Russian's voice purred at the unexpected shift, "What's this? Getting bold?"

"...I was going to...get things started myself, but..."

"Wow~! Really? How so?" Viktor laughed, eagerly parting his legs for his partner, hands still on the man's backside, craning his head up to nuzzle that slender neck.

"Right before Minako-sensei said they'd gotten to their hotel room and cut the conversation short." Yuri explained, his cheeks getting a bit darker as he really thought about his original plan, though his mind was rather-well distracted by the feeling of his partner's fingers moving down between the back of his legs again, one finger starting to rub at a certain nubbin of tender flesh at the limits of his reach, "...I was going to...nh...cut them off and say...'sorry, we have to...gaahh...go...I'm about to get Viktor to..." He had to stop speaking for a moment, his head drooping, raven-black tufts of spiky hair dragging across his husband's shirt, "...to make...some very inappropriate noises...'"

"Oohhh~! That sounds familiar." The Russian was super intrigued, "Are you going to have your way with me now?" He asked quietly, seductively against his partner's ear, still rubbing that same 'button' of skin, even through the shorts.

"Now?" Yuri echoed, "...Now you're just...making me nervous..."

"Why's that? You've taken me before."

"...N-not like this." He explained, finding it more and more difficult to keep his focus.

Viktor gave that certain 'fun-button' something of a slightly-harder push, and Yuri felt the strength leave his arms, dropping face-first against the crook of his husband's neck and shoulder with a gasped cry. The Russian seemed to find endless pleasure in the sight of his partner rendered so helpless, and used his parted legs to pin him in where he was, turning his head to nibble at the man's neck where he could. He slid his free hand a bit higher against his partner's bum, but those fingers went down under the edge of the fabric, moving down into the cleft of flesh to find their second goal.

Yuri tried to push up again, but found it impossible. The first group of fingers had given too much attention by then, entirely overwhelming his senses long before the second set of fingers had found their own mark a little higher up. All he could do was gasp and moan quietly with each breath, limp against his husband's chest. It was only then that Viktor started rolling his hips, too, adding friction to the front where previously there had been none.

The Russian relished in every second of his partner's ecstasy, especially when the man seemed half-dazed, and had lost coherent thought at the feeling of his touch. He dared make his partner squirm even more by trying to make him think, "...So, Yuri..." He purred, "Tell me about all the things you're going to do to me."

"Uuuuhhhh..."

"Really? How interesting...!"

Determined to at least try and fulfill his goals from before, Yuri searched himself for every ounce of strength he could muster, sliding his hands across the bed-sheets to get as well under himself as he could to push himself up. It still took considerable effort, and Viktor wasn't making it easy by any stretch. It was even harder when he'd managed to get pushed half-way up, and could feel the wet spot against his skin where his husband's attention had provoked an early release of that clear, slippery liquid from him. When he finally managed to get up high enough to bring his knees around and sit up on them, he'd also finally gotten out of the Russian's reach, and felt the return of something close to normal thought.

Viktor just reached his arms up above his head, stretching out and arching his back to await his husband's attention. Cool blue eyes watched eagerly, wondering what Yuri could do in that completely sober state, since experiencing such a thing was such a rarity...especially when he himself wasn't feeling all that vulnerable, or willing to give up control.

Yuri shook his head to clear it, and tried to remind himself about what he was planning. Hands reached forward almost autonomously, unthreading the singular button at the top of his husband's figure-hugging jeans, pulling the zipper down, and then tugging up against the wine-red button-down shirt that had been tucked into them.

The Russian helped by lifting his back again, feeling the silky material sliding against his skin until most of his core was exposed to the air. He quickly dropped it down again when the unexpected feeling of a tongue dragging across his front caught him by surprise, and he gave a quiet huff of a laugh at how it tickled, bringing his hands up to clutch at his partner's head. He unclamped his legs as he let himself relax again, silver hair tousling against the blankets and the sides of his arms where he'd stretched them out beyond the edge of the bed.

Soft, gentle kisses roamed over that pale skin, trailing over the contours of hardened muscle and the curve of ribs, moving from center to the side, then back again to go to the other. It was a considerable difference to how the Russian normally did things, if nothing else, or even in comparison to what Yuri normally did while drunk. He was slower, taking his time, being more methodical...though maybe that was just nerves.

Still, the Russian seemed to enjoy it either way, eager for his partner's touch no matter how patient or desperate it felt.

Yuri pushed up a little to rise onto his knees, moving further up his husband's chest, skipping over where the shirt was folded up onto itself around the highest part, and started to lower down. He gently teased the tip of his nose against the edge of his partner's jaw, moving down past his ear until he could kiss the side of that long, perfect neck.

Viktor leaned his head up to give him all the access he wanted, starting to lower his own arms as well, but feeling the back of them brushing up against his husband's wrists where his hands had planted to hold him up.

The younger figure rose up again briefly to let his husband get his arms out of the way, but then lowered back down to his elbows to return to the neck he'd been nibbling on.

Slender fingers gently traced along the contours of the younger man's frame, moving down Yuri's sides until they found the elastic around the man's waist again. He was still slightly up on his knees from before, and Viktor took the opportunity to finally push the offending blue material away. He barely had time to push it far enough past his partner's thighs that they could slide the rest of the way down on their own, before he felt a warm drip of liquid against his abdomen. He didn't want to just reach up and grab at its source though; he wanted something more, something that would require the use of both hands for a terrible few moments before feeling the payoff. He reached down to the edge of his own garments, sticking his thumbs under the waist-band and lifting his hips off the blanket to push them away. Getting the rest of those pants and undergarments off required Yuri getting higher up on his knees for a second, but Viktor brought his own together under the man's core for only half a heartbeat, pulling just one leg free of everything before abandoning the effort to remove the rest. Legs parted once more, and those hands held gently to the younger man's sides, guiding him back down again.

Yuri rose his face away from that spot on his partner's neck as the lower half of him was descending, and looked into those eager blue eyes, feeling their centers come together. Each of them drew in a quiet, hissed breath as they felt it, but Yuri was the first to start the slide, looking into those crystal depths the entire time. He closed his eyes only to lower down again to kiss the man beneath him, feeling the hip-rocking being returned in kind, hands sliding up his sides and down his lower back. They hadn't even paused to reach for the warming gel, but things between them were already rather slippery anyway.

Viktor raised his knees up, pressing his thighs against his partner's hips, arms hugging around the man's chest to hold him closer, and slid his mouth down the side of the younger figure's neck, kissing at it as he rubbed a little faster. With Yuri just next to his ear, he could hear even the tiniest utterance, relishing in the sound of each gasped breath, and every quiet whimper. He let his head drop back down to the blanket, silver hair fanning out over it, and pulled his partner into another string of kisses. Each rub and slide brought with it a wave of warm, electrical pulses from center, sending a tingle to the tops of their heads and the tips of their toes.

Before long, Yuri was pulling away again, kissing his husband's chin and the side of his neck as he moved just a few inches down. He caught his breath briefly against the winkles of the man's shirt, still bundled up at the top of his chest, but moved one hand down between them to find himself.

The Russian watched him carefully, turning his head to see the small bottle on the night-stand and tried to reach for it, though finding it too far away, "Yuri, wait..."

"...I think...it's okay..." He answered, his hand almost dripping with the slippery liquid, "...I think...I made enough of my own..." The young skater's face was bright red, but he tried to hide it by keeping his face down against the fabric, using those fingers to maneuver himself and spread that clear liquid around more evenly.

True to Yuri's summation, when Viktor felt the pressure, and the penetration...it was slick. Still, he clung a little tighter with the anxiety that it might not be that way the whole time, moaning out quietly with each, deeper, slow push. He only let himself relax again a little when he could feel the front of his husband's hips against his backside; his ankles were crossed tightly behind the man's back, thighs pinching against that narrow waist. Every muscle in his body had tensed up at the worry of a dry approach...but Yuri slid partially back out again, and in once more, and it felt as wet and warm as if they'd used that favored warming liquid from the start.

It was a rather strange feeling for the Russian, who had started out their romp as the one in full control of the morning's events. Having the tables turned in actuality when he'd thought it was just meant as a tease, he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. Though, the longer it went on, even through his husband's non-drunk, slow and steady movements, the more he let go of his perceived control of the situation. Before long, he unclamped his tightly-wound legs, and his ankles uncrossed, swaying gently with each calculated push into him. He could feel his husband's arms wedging under his upper-back, holding to just behind his shoulders, a warm cheek against his own, but then sliding up to touch their foreheads together. Brown half-lidded eyes gazed down into him, and Viktor knew he was under the man's spell. Every thrust, while passive and leisurely, went deep, pressing hard and holding for a moment before pulling back again to start anew.

Yuri shifted where he sat after a while, moving his knees out from being just beside his husband's hips, to settling more behind himself, though still parted far. The change made the Russian's voice sound different as well, switching from 'getting used to being taken' to 'go faster.' The nervous young skater did his best, not having the benefit of alcohol-induced bravery to spur him on. He listened to that voice closely, hearing his husband's muffled cries as though for the first time all over again. One long kiss, and Yuri pushed up onto his hands again, moving the right over the man's pale chest, and reaching for that neglected flesh between them. A finger traced along its length from tip to base, but then continued down, turning slightly to grip a palm against the inside of the man's thigh, thumb going down low. Two gentle rubs against that sensitive skin for each slow push inside, and two more for each subsequent withdraw. He could tell he'd found the right spot by seeing how his partner clenched his eyes shut, and tilted his head just so, those silver-grey bangs swaying gently with each turn or thrust. Quiet, hesitant breaths were uttered for disbelief of the change in tide, but Yuri wanted to hear him.

He sat a bit further up, bringing his knees back around, pressing tightly against the Russian's sides, freeing up his remaining hand. He took hold of that previously-teased flesh, and gave the man a proverbial taste of his own medicine.

The familiar feeling, compounded with the rest, forced the silver legend to finally cry out, gasping in a breath and groaning between clenched teeth, or moaning loudly with each stroke. Hands reached out desperately to clench around the blanket, pulling the one side of it close where it had been set loosely near the pillows.

The young skater gathered up his strength again, and leaned slightly forward, pressing in a little faster than before. To his surprise, he found the Russian reaching down to find his hands, and pulled them clean away from everything else, balling them up on the center of his chest and holding them there. Realizing what it meant, Yuri pressed his palms down and let his hips do the rest. He knew he was close already, but the higher Viktor slid his knees up his sides, the more urgent he knew it was becoming.

Fairly soon after, the Russian tensed up one last time, knees practically coming around the front of Yuri's chest to stop him, though they then went back to where they'd been before and his ankles crossed to pull him in deeper. His previously loud-self had gone silent for a moment, practically losing the ability to breathe in those seconds, his whole frame tightening up. He could only draw in air again once he dropped his head back down, feeling the waves of that climax pouring through him over and over, a pulse with each frantic heartbeat.

The sudden clench was enough to put the younger figure over the edge as well, and he slowly dropped back down over his partner, setting his forehead over where they still had their hands clasped together, and panted heavily. He opened his eyes and lifted his head when he felt Viktor starting to move under him again, still quietly trembling as he went, attempting to sit up. Yuri pulled up as well and moved his hands down around the man's sides to help him, and the Russian slid his arms around his sides before collapsing against one shoulder, huffing a quiet laugh to himself.

"...Wh-where did...did you...learn that...?" He panted, holding as tight as his shaken frame could manage.

"From...some guy I know..." Yuri answered.

"...I th-think...I'll be feeling this one...for hours..."

"Careful though...Ph-Phichit-kun might think you're possessed...!"

Viktor just laughed at that, kissing his husband's collar-bone before leaning back again a little to see those cherry-hazel eyes. He could barely make out his reflection in that half-lidded gaze, but it gave him pause to smile more, and he moved closer to kiss the man lightly before sliding back down to a shoulder and holding there. It was pure bliss, to feel his husbands arms around him, one part still inside him as well, just holding still as they caught their breath.

...It's going to take a while to top this one...

.

Yuri looked at his phone to check the time as they left the house, Makkachin trotting excitedly through the snow of their meager front lawn before jumping back out onto the shovel-cleared path to get to Minako's car. Suitcases rolled along behind the skating duo, and Viktor paused just long enough to lock the door before heading over to the vehicle and unlocking it as well. The old thing had no keychain controller, and had to be opened up manually.

"...Can't say I'm not looking forward to having my car back." The Russian mused, pushing up the trunk to heft their luggage in, "Kind of feels like a bit of a relief that Mimi didn't end up selling it to pay for papa's new truck."

"It'll be easier to drive around Japan this summer." Yuri agreed, wedging his things in next to his partner's, then reaching up to close the trunk, "We can finally do that old-timey tour, and see all the real historical stuff, not just the fake tourist traps like that thing." He thumbed over at Hasetsu Castle on its hill overlooking the bay.

"And you still really want to do the Summer Garden thing back in St. Petersburg?"

"Sure." He nodded, taking his place in the front passenger seat as Viktor let Makkachin into the back, "Why not?"

"Ah...after all the trouble we went through while living there..." The silver legend answered, closing the door and getting behind the wheel. He felt a hand slide across his leg like always, and started the car, "Why don't we go someplace else? Somewhere neither of us has been."

"Sure. Where?"

"I haven't done Germany before. You?"

"Only for a layover once."

Viktor looked excited, "Then let's go there! We missed Oktoberfest, but the beer gardens are year-round anyway! We can rent one of those campers and stay by a lake for a week or two, and go on their speed-trains to all the different big cities! Munich, Berlin, Karlsruhe, Frankfurt... We'll spend a month!"

Yuri couldn't help but feel the exuberance seeping into him, contagious as anything else Viktor ever got riled-up over, "Perfecto~!" He could feel the vehicle starting to move under them, pulling out onto the street, "We only have an hour left though before Phichit-kun is expecting us. We should probably hurry."

"Glasses first or Yu-Topia?"

"Glasses."

"Okay~"