((This chapter is exclusively sexy-time. Skip it if you don't care. Plot to resume in 265.))
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR
The kiss was light, and Yuri slid his hand gently down his partner's chest, moving it down over the man's ribs before coming up again. Fingers moved tenderly across the edge of the Russian's practice-shirt, up the length of pale skin until they touched to the edge of his jaw, a thumb rubbing gently across that cheek. The younger figure's free arm, wedged between himself and his partner, freed itself and slid down across the older skater's lean core, around his side, and then down to the sheets beneath them both. Without even pulling from the kiss, Yuri twisted to rise onto his knees, and moved one over his partner's waist to settle it down on the opposite down, and then laid himself flat against his spouse's long frame.
Viktor turned slightly, lying flat on his back as he felt both of his husband's hands come up to cradle his face, fingers curling lightly to the contour of his neck and head. He let himself relax then, descending a few inches into the pillow-pile behind him so his hands could roam a little. Warm lips left his own and started traveling down to his neck, nibbling lightly at an earlobe as they went. The silver Russian's fingers started feeling at his partner's knees where they straddled on either side of him, slipping upward along the contours of every wrinkle in those dark blue practice-pants, until they moved up across thighs and waist, slipping under the edge of the younger man's shirt. Perhaps because his fingers were a little cold, Viktor felt his husband's frame twitch a bit as he grazed the man's skin, hands sneaking under the fabric to slide across his ribs and lower back.
Two could play at that game though, and Yuri slid his hands back down to the edge of his partner's shirt as well, sneaking his fingers under the edge and hooking the fabric against the back of his wrists as his hands moved back up towards the man's chest.
The Russian twisted just enough as the material bunched up to give it slack and let it move up more freely, raising his arms up so the shirt could be pulled up over his head and set aside. He could feel that Yuri wasn't ready to let his arms go back down though, as the fingers of both hands slid into his own and held his arms up above his head. Slate-blue eyes half-lidded as he looked up onto his partner's face, then closed lightly as he lifted his face to nuzzle the tip of the man's nose.
Several light kisses came down after that, with Yuri never moving too far back before giving another, or tilting his face to do it again from the other side. He could feel the subtle undulation of his husband's frame beneath him, and the upward press against center, before slowly doing it again. Yuri closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his forehead down against the Russian's, and simply let himself savor the feeling of that long and gentle rock against his frame. When he felt a kiss rising to his lips, he gently pulled his hands free from where they were still clasped to the Russian's, and slipped his fingers down the lengths of the man's arms until they were pressed against that bare chest again. Viktor's arms came back around him then as well, his own hands sliding down the length of his back until they came around the curve of his legs, thumbs hooking into the crook of hip and thigh on both sides, pinning him down. He could feel the pressure more intensely then, with the Russian rocking higher against him, and making his growing arousal plainly obvious. Yuri started to move his own hands down after that, fingers grazing sensitive nubs as they passed, gliding over pale skin until they could feel the edge of those grey sweatpants. The Russian quaked under him the moment his fingers pulled the man out, back arching up a little as they curled around. Yuri smiled to himself and carefully watched his husband's face; the furrow of his brow, how he'd clench his eyes shut or only lightly do so, whether he grit his teeth or gasped aloud...every pull and stroke made the man draw a tense breath. The rocking paused for only a few moments, then picked up again, thrusting gently through the grasp of those deft fingers.
The silver skater pushed up onto his elbows after a while, still trying to hold onto his breath as his husband worked on him, but eventually pushed all the way up to sitting. His hands went gently around the younger skater's waist, gripping at the edge of that navy-blue shirt, and pulling it up until it, like his own, was free and cast aside. Fingers went back to the man's bare skin, one hand sliding around to cradle against his partner's upper back as he started to ease the man down to the blankets between his outstretched, parted legs. He kissed at that pale neck a few times, before he was too far away to reach anymore, and eased the young skater's knees up loosely around his sides. Hands went back to roaming, palms sliding up the Asian's core, fingers finding their way around every contour of hardened muscle. He let his touch roam all over the younger figure's frame for a while, gently stroking every inch of uncovered skin, until the man's breaths started to get more needy and his cheeks flushed. The Russian twisted up onto his knees then, leaning over his partner to kiss at his chest briefly before reaching for the nearly-forgotten pair of blue-framed glasses that had been left on the bed-covers earlier on. Quick fingers nabbed them, and the man turned to set them gingerly on the night-stand to his right, grabbing for the small blue bottle that was there as well. He set that into the sheets for the moment though, and returned his attention to his husband.
Leaning forward and down, the Russian kissed lightly at the younger figure's core, starting over the ribs on the man's right side and moving to the middle, traveling slowly up the center of that pale, bare chest, and up towards Yuri's neck. Hands slid along as well, under the young skater's sides and slowly creeping upwards until they were under the man's shoulders. Viktor paused there though, nosing lightly at his partner's chin as he felt the younger figure's arms come up around his back. Palms went down against his skin, and the Russian looked longingly down into those hazel eyes. He could feel one hand sliding across his shoulder, tracing a single finger over the back of his neck before all five went to lace through his hair and pulled him down into another kiss.
Yuri raised a knee against his partner's side, the back of his heel grazing against the Russian's back, fingers pressing down as well to hold him there. Viktor eventually pulled from the kiss though, licking and nibbling a path down his neck and chest again, sucking lightly on each little pink nub and continuing on. Silvery-grey hair teased his skin as the man traced a path even lower, fingers eventually trailing over the crests of his hips to curl around the edge of the dark-colored material around his waist. Yuri drew in a quick gasp when he felt that mouth on him, even through two layers of fabric, teasing that heat with each breath.
The Russian took his time then, nibbling at eager flesh still hidden from his eyes, tracing lips around his partner's contour and around every curve. He backed himself away as far as he could go before his legs hit the pillow-pile and headboard, and twisted to lie down on his side with his back somewhat towards the pillows instead. As he moved, he pulled just enough of the fabric away from his husband's center that he could see the fruits of his labor, even if only half of it. He was quick to return to it once he'd settled, kissing gently at the length that was exposed to him.
The young skater drew in a quiet breath when he felt it, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, arms rising up above his head, wrists and hands dangling off the foot of the bed. The feeling of his husband's lips and tongue on his flesh was intoxicating, even if the tease was a torment. Mercifully, the Russian didn't make him wait long, pulling at those pants a little more to give the member room to move, and reached those fingers forward to grasp him. Yuri lifted his head when he felt the warmth of his husband's mouth around him finally, and dropped it down again with a heavy sigh of pleasure. Eyes closed as he savored the feeling of that mouth bobbing up and down on him, withdrawing occasionally to lick from root to tip and continue on. The young figure tilted his head towards one shoulder, glancing down with one eye half-lidded to watch the silver legend go about his task, only to spot where the man was half-exposed himself and unattended. A thought occurred to him then...
The Russian didn't immediately notice as his husband was pushing up onto his elbows, focusing on other things. It was only when he could feel the man literally turning in his grasp that he opened his eyes to look at what was going on, and spotted the younger man pivoting on his hip, all but dragging himself across the comforter until settling against a shoulder. Black hair brushed lightly against the grey fabric of his sweatpants, and Viktor watched with intense curiosity. He was half a mind to ask out loud what his young husband was planning, but Yuri didn't give him a chance, inching forward to get closer and then taking him in-hand. The Russian dipped his head, closing his eyes and pressing the side of his forehead against his partner's half-exposed hip as he felt the same wet warmth as he'd been giving to that point. He let the feeling flow through him for a moment or two before kissing that bit of uncovered hip and going back to what he was doing before.
Yuri gasped again when he felt it, pulling his mouth away from his partner's member as he recollected his thoughts to focus again. It became something of a contest of wills then, seeing which of them could pleasure the other so much that he had to stop, only for the game to start up again and the other to take the upper hand. Eventually though, being the more experienced and adventurous of the two, Viktor 'won' and Yuri was rendered helpless against the sheets, gasping for breath as fingers clamped around the white blanket under him.
The silver legend relished in every second of it though, and huffed a laugh as his partner all-but-literally tapped out in surrender. He twisted to face him more evenly, but not before yanking the rest of the skater's clothing off, and flopped down onto the opposite shoulder to get closer. He nosed his husband's lip affectionately as his free hand slid down the man's side, pulling one leg over his own.
"That was evil." Yuri huffed, his face quite flushed still, trying to catch his breath.
Viktor just laughed quietly again and kissed him lightly, "You've never done that before."
"N-normally you back up straight, or you're hanging off the edge of the bed, so I can't even see you below the shoulder." The younger figure tried to explain, "But this time I c-could...so..."
The Russian's pale hand pressed against his partner's chest, feeling the heart pounding under his skin, "What you did was beautiful. I'll try to keep where I am in mind in the future." Another several kisses, and the skater-coach's hand slid from chest to side, slipping over the curve of his partner's waist to cup around his lower back and pull him closer.
Yuri went with it eagerly, both arms moving over his spouse's shoulders to wrap loosely around the man's neck and head, relishing in that long kiss as he felt fingers sliding over his leg. Before long, the pull on his thigh was beckoning his whole frame over, and he could feel his partner turning under him as they went, and he found himself right on top of the Russian's hips again like at the start. Both of the man's hands were sliding across his skin after that, thumbs getting precarious close to center before pulling away again. Yuri couldn't help himself though; every time those thumbs inched inward, he rocked his hips forward, sliding a few inches up his partner's center in the process. Before long, that became the point, whether the man's hands were rubbing up the inside of his thighs or not.
The Russian joined in the sway, staggering his own pushes up against his husband to cause as much friction as possible. Foreheads were pressed together, sweat beginning to bead on their skin, their hearts pounding, gasps and needy breaths becoming more vocal.
The smaller figure eventually pushed up onto his hands, unwrapping his arms from where they were around his partner's head, placing them palms-down on the man's chest as the Russian's own hands went to center. Yuri dipped his head as he felt those hands squish them together, stroking and pulling, squeezing lightly and rubbing a thumb over the tips, all while continuing to rhythmically rock his hips upward against him. He managed to open one eye, barely, watching the silver legend keenly, but then spotting the little blue bottle from earlier, and reached for it.
A moment later, Viktor could feel the initially-cool liquid dribbling down onto his fingers, warming quickly as he kept up the strokes with his hands. The lights dimmed above him as his partner loomed overhead, gazing at him with those deep brown eyes, and tilting his head slightly to the right. The kiss came right after, but so too did the feeling of the younger figure moving his hips, sliding through his slick fingers with purpose. Needy gasps were breathed against his lips, and the Russian tightened his grip a little.
Yuri squeaked when he felt it, but was undeterred, pausing his movements only for an instant. He continued on with another kiss, eventually rolling his hips so far forward that he slipped right out of his partner's grasp. That seemed to be the point though, as Yuri reached back to reposition the man and then sat flush against his hips. Fingers pressed that eager flesh back against him, and rubbed it gently with the flat of his palm.
The Russian still rocked his hips a little, hands clasping around his partner's thighs, his back arching a little as he felt the man position and then sit back slowly against him. Fingers stayed curled around him with each subsequent rise and fall, each time getting a little deeper, until the help was no longer needed and Yuri could sit flat against him. The Russian drew in a few whimpered gasps with each movement, feeling the heat engulfing him little by little, and both of his partner's hands went flush against his chest. One crystal-blue eye peeked open a bit, watching as the young skater started rocking against him.
Initially, he just rose and fell slowly, careful not to let the Russian slip out by mistake, but the further forward Yuri leaned, eventually settling to hold himself up on his elbows, the more he simply rolled his hips forward and back. Brown eyes half-opened to see if anything he was doing was pleasing to his partner.
...I know that this morning was really bad... Yuri thought, relieved at least to see the honesty of his husband's relaxed smile, ...I feel terrible for having asked so much of you when I should've known it was the last thing on your mind. But...thank you for indulging me anyway...even if you got nothing out of it yourself... I'll make it up to you...somehow...
Pale, slender hands came back from the Asian's legs, and slid up under the man's arms to hold around his back and pull him closer. The Russian nuzzled against his partner's ear, kissing lightly at the man's neck as one hand came up closer behind Yuri's head, the other flat against the young skater's back, holding him steady as the pace of those slow and methodical upward pushes became more like thrusts. When he could feel his husband's fingers clamping down where they held around the curve of his shoulders, and the gasps started including more vocal utterances, he knew he'd found his rhythm.
Yuri pressed his forehead down into the crook of his husband's neck and shoulder, feeling a few fingers woven through his hair. The pressure and intensity of his partner's movements were quickly overtaking him. He pushed up again onto his hands after a while, feeling his spouse's going back towards center, taking hold of him even as the silver Russian kept thrusting upward. Just as Yuri thought he was on the edge, Viktor slowed down, coming to a stop just as he pushed up onto his elbows and sat upright. The Russian's hands guided him up, and he felt the almost-unpleasant sensation of the man withdrawing from him entirely, the warmth of the man's flesh vanishing. But, it was replaced quickly enough, as Viktor moved to kick the remains of his sweat-pants away and twisted over to get behind him instead, and guided him to sit back against his lap.
The silver Russian sat loosely on his knees, pulling his partner in close and helping him find the right place to descend against him. He kissed at the back of his husband's shoulders and neck, and pressed his cheek against him, arms wrapping around him as he began to roll his hips upward again, knees spread far outside where the smaller figure was on his own knees between them. Fingers wove together as the older skater could feel his partner's hands overlapping his own, and they clasped together quickly, right hands over Yuri's heart, the left lower down over his core.
The younger skater leaned his head back, pressing the side of his forehead gently into his husband's silvery hair. He could feel his left hand being pulled down slowly, and pulled it away just as he realized what the man was going to do. Slender fingers wrapped around his center again, adding sensation to the front where he was already overwhelmed from behind. He couldn't help but twitch when he felt it, and it barely took four tugs on him before he was leaning forward, left hand down onto the sheets as he tried to get up a bit onto his knees. He felt kisses on his back as the Russian allowed it, and followed, moving a bit slower to give him a moment to regroup. Yuri could feel the easing-off, and let himself sit back down on his knees again, letting the Russian just work at the front for a little while without moving in back much at all. Even that became intense in a hurry, and the young figure's breathing became labored, moaning out quiet whimpers with each stroke. Hands went over the man's wrists, and Yuri started to lean forward, dropping his forehead down to the blanket as he tried to catch his breath.
Viktor pulled his hands back, feeling them pinched between his husband's thighs and core, and rubbed that coiled back gently instead. Palms and fingers pressed into his partner's skin, working out a bit of tension around the sides and behind the smaller man's shoulders, catching a brief glimpse of where he actually entered his spouse when he brought his hands down over the skater's lower back. The Russian carefully lifted himself up to sit higher on his ankles, and bared down over top of his partner, wedging his hands under the figure's chest, just ahead of where his knees were bent, and leaned in close to the man's back.
Yuri moved his arms back around as well and curled his fingers around his husband's where he found them pressed up just under his collarbone. Movement and pressure started from behind again, slow at first, then picking up speed, going at a moderate tempo. Before long, Yuri could feel his partner trying to roll to the side, taking him with until they were both on their right sides. The Russian's left hand went down to hold up his leg, and the pressure, in and out, continued on. Kisses returned to his neck and shoulder, and Yuri tilted his head away to give the man as much access as he wanted. When the moment finally came, and he felt that telltale warmth fill him up, and the throbbing and twitching of the member still inside him, Yuri was barely on the edge. The younger figure twisted onto his back, looking into those blue eyes desperately, even as that throbbing feeling continued.
Moving carefully, Viktor helped his husband back into his lap, managing to get again to their starting position without withdrawing. With both hands free, the silver Russian reached for the small blue bottle and squeezed a bit into his palm, slathered it between the two, and then reached for his partner's center. One hand massaged down low, the other carefully squeezing and rolling around the tip, occasionally moving one hand away so the other could stroke up and down the entire length. All the while, the young skater was leaning forward, offering the occasional light kiss between gasped breaths. But, just as he could feel the man's legs firming their grip around his waist, and the rolling clench of every muscle in the figure's lower half tightening around where he was still inside, Yuri pushed to sitting upright and cried out.
Hot liquid dribbled down onto the Russian's pale skin, and he looked up adoringly at where his husband was trying to catch his breath. Shoulders scrunched up, and knees came up a bit as well, and those cool blue eyes watched as pleasure overtake every inch of his partner's thin frame.
"Well...that was...certainly better than this morning, wouldn't you say?" The silver skater mused between his own breaths, rubbing and stroking at his partner's center, only slower and more delicately then.
"...Y-Yeah..absol-lutely..." Yuri gasped, then letting out something of a heavy, relieved sigh as he let himself drop down to the bed-sheets at his partner's side. It was too far a distance for him to retain his partner's warmth, but he nuzzled in close where he could, and draped one arm over the man's bare chest.
Viktor twisted away only to find the edge of the blanket and pull it upward, folding it over the both of them as he, too, cuddled in closer to his partner. Legs wove together, arms held tight where they could, and the both of them just panted, catching their breath in the stillness of the room.
"V-Viktor...did you...set an alarm?" Yuri wondered, his eyes already closed and ready for sleep.
No answer came though. Brown eyes reluctantly opened, and as he looked onto his partner's contented face, heard the characteristically quiet half-moan of a man who'd let himself be taken by sweet oblivion.
"...Ah. He's already asleep." The younger skater gaped, lifting his head only enough to see past his husband's shoulder, and over to where his phone was just out of reach. With a muffled groan, Yuri pushed up, leaned over his slumbering partner, walked his fingers along the edge of the nightstand and grabbed the device, pulling it free from the charging cable he'd plugged into it earlier. He leaned back as he waited for the device to turn on, closed out of the litany of texts and missed call windows that popped up, and set the alarm-timer for 5:45pm. With that, he tiredly clicked the side-button to darken the screen, dropped the phone to the sheets, and went back to curl up where he was before. That done, he could sleep as well, and not worry about being late...or entirely missing...the Short Program to come.