CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED SIXTEEN

Heaving for breath, the trio locked hands and stood in a line, raising them up and then bowing down to each side of the arena. The lights shining from above slowly began to change, switching over from standard spot-lights to the snowflake-patterned colored versions, flying across ice and audience alike as the main lights dimmed again. The crowd was still cheering when the music from the event's Opening Ceremonies started playing as well, and the arena darkened to nearly black.

['Love Comes Again' - DJ Tiësto]

The luminous costumes of the synchronized skaters dazzled all around them, whole figures appearing and disappearing in a dizzying display all around them. Yuri was still catching his breath when he felt the two hands holding to him started moving back towards the rink exit, weaving them through the faceless skaters and getting out of the way until it was their turn to return. Stepping off the frost on their toe-picks, hands let one another go, and Yuri watched as his younger counterpart tip-toed off into the dark to rejoin his new little gang. For the moment, he himself turned back towards his partner, and gave the Russian a look that could barely be seen as their eyes still adjusted to the low light.

"You just can't help it, can you?" Yuri wondered, his voice giving away his amused smile, "You're allergic to staying on script, it seems."

"I just wanted to see the look on your face." Viktor answered, finding Yuri's shoulders, gripping them with each hand, and turning the man around so he could lean against his back, "You were so worried before about messing up by accident that I figured I'd show you it wouldn't matter, by messing things up on purpose."

"I bet Tess and Ketty are still trying to wipe the blood off their faces, just like Yuu-chan back in the day."

"And your sister, and Minako-sensei, and probably half of the arena." Viktor mused, lowering his head against Yuri's left shoulder, and kissing the trapezius there through the damp white dress-shirt, "Chris probably got a kick out of it, too."

"I think Mari-nee-chan is probably the only person on this earth that's immune to you." Yuri huffed, leaning his head slightly back and aside to rest it against the mess of silver hair beside himself, "I could only imagine the look on her face at last year's Exhibition though when Yurio threw his jacket off."

Viktor snorted half a laugh, "She likes 'em young, it seems."

"He just reminds her of someone in her favorite band." Yuri pointed out, reaching a hand up to pat the Russian's head before turning around in his arms, "You should probably button up again though. You'll catch a cold."

"I think half my buttons are out there." Viktor pointed one finger out to the rink, a smug look on his face, barely visible with the glow of differently colored lights moving all around them. He could feel as his husband was starting to feel at the hem of his shirt though, seeking out any remaining buttons that there might be, even if only one, to keep the garment closed around him. Yuri eventually found two, close to the bottom, and looped them through before stepping forward to start pushing the dark fabric back into the top of his dress pants.

"There." The younger man said, looking rather proud of himself, "Now it's only as open as your old 'Aria' costume-shirt."

"Never thought you'd be happy to see me covered up." Viktor huffed, almost pouting.

"Sometimes it's more exciting to leave things to the imagination." Yuri answered, taking his partner by one hand to start making their way back to the rink door. Other skaters were starting to gather again, ready to take the ice as a full group when the time came. Yuri paused on the wall though, leaning against it as he cast his eyes out onto the display, watching as different outfits lit up in different colors and went dark again, becoming almost invisible but for how their bodies were blacker than their shadows. He couldn't help but lift a hand up to his chin then, touching at the line of the cut where his skin had been broken days before. He moved that same hand up to feel at his forehead, though he masked his curiosity by quickly pushing a few loose strands of hair back into place.

Those movements hadn't been lost by Viktor's eyes though. If nothing else could be said about him; if he didn't have his hands on his husband, he had his eyes on him at very least. He stepped closer, and then tilted forward to get into the man's line of sight, giving a kiss on those lips before moving down to place a lighter one on the first cut, and then another on the two on Yuri's forehead. An arm went around the younger man's back right after, and Viktor drew in a breath, "Only the Banquet and tomorrow's post-event press conference left, and then we can go home."

Yuri knew he'd been caught out, and drew in closer, feeling both arms go around him in their usual way as the silver legend curled over his back, "I can feel the onsen already."

The music above faded out to completion after another minute or so, and the synchronized skaters on the ice filtered off to the inner edge of the walls, moving in long lines towards the rink doors as the competitive skaters started heading through them. The SkateHusbands gradually made their way through as well, stepping back onto the ice, hand in hand, for the last skate of Detroit's Grand Prix Final.

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Fully changing out of their damp skating outfits, the drive back to the hotel was pleasantly dry and warm despite the wintery weather outside. Yuri caught his last glimpse of the Campus Martius Park Christmas display as they went by, realizing quietly that it may well be the last time he ever sees it. All the things that had become as familiar as home were being reorganized in his mind, to the point where it was less a place he'd truly known, and more a feeling of déjà vu. In the driver's seat, Viktor's presence was like an anchor, keeping Yuri's mind in the present.

They parked, grabbed their things, and made their way tiredly back to their hotel room. There was still an hour to go before the Banquet would begin in earnest, though they both knew they could arrive whenever they wanted to. As their door-lock beeped and clicked open, Viktor pushed it in, letting Yuri sneak under his arm to get inside before slipping in behind him and letting the panel close.

Yuri dropped their things at the foot of the bed before flopping with a heap onto his back at the foot of it, stretching out and pushing his sneakers off with his toes before relaxing again. When he tilted his head around, wondering what was taking Viktor so long, he saw the man peaking through the small peep-hole, left hand going to both door locks. He turned his eyes back then, glancing at the ceiling for a moment before reaching his hands down to open the front of his thick winter coat, letting the Calgary Flames beanie fall off the fluff of black hair on his head as he sat back up again. He rose like Bram Stoker's Dracula after that, and then slouched, drawing in a quick breath before once more turning his eyes towards the door. Thinking Viktor was still spying through the peep-hole, Yuri had his mouth open to speak, about to ask if the man really thought someone would bother them again when they were all about to be at the Banquet together anyway...but instead, found the Russian looking over his own shoulder with a certain lusty visage. Yuri just squeaked nervously and waved.

Uh oh...Viktor's gonna finish what he couldn't even start this morning...!

The silver legend crept forward, a glint in his eyes...but just as it seemed like he was about to bowl his husband over, he flopped face-first into the bed beside him instead, legs hanging off the end it at knee-level. He let out an exhausted moan into the blankets, and remained still.

Yuri blinked at him in stunned confusion, but regained his senses with a quick shake of his head, and moved to gently knock the shoes off Viktor's feet before pushing him over onto his back. The heavy winter jacket was quickly unbuttoned and unzipped, and the Russian was pulled back onto his front where Yuri maneuvered the garment off the man's arms, casting it aside where his own coat had fallen next to the bed. Without a second thought, Yuri then settled to mount his husband's back, stretching out against the full length of him, and maneuvering his hands to wedge them under the skating legend's chest.

Viktor finally moved then, bringing his arms up ahead of himself to pick himself slightly-up onto his elbows, giving Yuri more freedom to put his hands where he'd wanted, and felt them both cup around his front. As he turned his head slightly to the left to try looking at the man behind him, Yuri settled his chin on his shoulder, hugging a bit tighter.

"Tired?" Yuri wondered quietly, nosing his partner's hair a bit behind an ear.

"I don't think I've needed so many naps in my whole life, but if I don't rest for a bit, I won't make it through the Banquet." The Russian answered, his right hand slipping down a little to follow his partner's right arm, finding the corresponding hand where it curled just under his ribs, "I really am an old people."

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Yuri waited a moment before answering, "How did you say it before? You're turning 29, not 60."

Viktor just slid back down to the blankets and closed his eyes, arms pinned around himself, "I feel like the undead."

"We'll take the next two weeks off completely." Yuri suggested, "We've skated so much over the Grand Prix series that we could do our programs in our sleep if we wanted. We need a chance to really recover from this before Nationals."

The silver legend didn't want to answer that, staying still, eyes remaining closed.

For a moment, Yuri thought the man had already fallen asleep there, and he leaned a bit forward over a shoulder, "Viktor?"

"...I don't know that I want to go to Nationals anymore." He answered quietly, eyes creeping open a little bit; enough to see the texture of the blanket but not much else, "...I've...technically fulfilled what I agreed to before. About staying in this thing with you for one more year. But I just..." His words trailed for a moment, and he stroked his right thumb against where he felt Yuri's wrist, "...By the time I finish hibernating, the last thing I want is to leave you, even if it's just for a weekend."

"I don't want you to go either, but if you don't skate at Russian Nationals, you won't get to go to Euros, the Olympics, or Worlds." Yuri explained quietly against his partner's shoulder, "You were lucky to get picked for Worlds last year as it was. I don't know that the RSF would pick you again if you bail on a home-turf competition two years in a row."

"...Mhhh..."

Yuri could hear the argument in his husband's groan, and he hugged a bit tighter again before pulling his arms completely free and sitting up against the Russian's legs. He scooted forward on his knees until he was right up against the curve of the man's nearly-trademarked SkaterButt, and settled there, moving his hands under the edge of that grey turtleneck sweater. Fingers found skin in short order, and he slowly kneaded circles into tense flesh, pushing fabric up and away as he inched his way upward. He continued that way for a few quiet moments, contemplating what Viktor had said, and only spoke again himself once he'd made it to the man's shoulder-blades, "...I know it's been said half a hundred times by now...but you're just tired. Give it a few days back home, after you've had some time to relax and cuddle with Makkachin, before you make any choices about future competitions."

"...Mhmm..."

"You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?" Yuri made a face.

"M'mm..."

The younger man huffed, a memory of Worlds Helsinki going through his mind then, but he shook it away and continued kneading at his husband's skin. By the time he'd made it to the Russian's pale shoulders, the shirt would go no further, pinned at the edge of his arms where they were still curled under himself. The fact that Viktor hadn't moved, or even spoken a coherent word for a few minutes, left Yuri wondering if now the man had fallen asleep, but like before, Viktor made it plain that he wasn't, peeking open one eye where Yuri could see it. Yuri rose up onto his knees then, sliding his hands down his spouse's bare back and gently pat one side, "Flip over."

The hazy Russian lifted his head, but then wiggled in place until he managed to do as asked, lazily raising his arms up in the process as Yuri moved to pull the shirt off of him. As he settled, he let his arms drop down to the blanket above his head, and he stayed there, motionless, feeling his husband sitting against the front of his hips. Eyes cracked open slightly, looking through tousled silver bangs at the man looming over him, only to close them again as he managed an exhausted smile, "...I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd find myself so badly wanting to make love to you, only to be too tired to move..."

"Leave it all to me, koibito."

"Hm?" Viktor answered, one eye opening again in curiosity. He felt Yuri moving off of his legs then, and entirely off the bed, disappearing beyond his line of sight for a moment. The lights dimmed down to a quarter of their original brightness, and he heard rummaging in a drawer, the quiet click of Yuri's glasses on the nightstand, and then felt the bed moving under him again as Yuri climbed back on top of him. The quiet rustle of a shirt being pulled off came to the man's ears next, and the subtle sway of the body above him as the motions were made to cast the garment aside somewhere. Viktor relished in simply sensing it all, rather than watching, letting every minor tactile sensation tell his mind's eye what was going on. He soon felt the blankets dip near each side of his chest, and the subtle push against his hips as Yuri leaned over top of him, warm lips against the side of his neck, just below one ear. The Russian tilted his head away to give his partner ample room, and savored the feeling of every slow kiss. The touch of deft fingers slid down the lengths of his arms, until they wove through his own fingers, and brought his hands to just above the top of his head. The added heat of a tongue against his neck made the Russian's legs twitch, and he brought one up completely, hooking his heel against the edge of the bed. Lips returned to his own soon after that, and a gentle poke against his mouth signaled to make him open wider, followed by a long, deep kiss.

Yuri could feel his husband's excitement growing despite his exhaustion, and helped to welcome it along with the start of a slow, rhythmic roll of his hips. The sound of a quiet gasp in the midst of the kiss, followed by a few whined moans, was like music. A few more kisses, and Yuri started to lift up, offering one last suck on the tip of this Russian's tongue as he moved away. Still holding to the man's hands, Yuri held himself a few inches above his partner, and quietly watched the look on his husband's face with each subsequent press of his hips against his front. He could feel his own arousal starting to answer the call then, too, and pushed in a bit harder as he lowered down for one more light kiss before trailing down that pale neck towards Viktor's chest. Hands slipped free soon after, fingers tracing against white skin until they slid against the Russian's ribs and sides, holding there tenderly as hot, wet attention was paid to one nipple.

Viktor's breaths became more vocal and needy, that pink nubbin of flesh getting hard with each pass of a tongue against and around it. One last gentle suck, and attention was turned to the other side, leaving the first wet and getting cold. He soon felt the subtle jolts of pleasure starting anew though, and the anguish of being abandoned was soon forgotten. Yuri soon moved to the center of his chest though, the tips of his hair dragging across his skin as he went, kissing at each curve of muscle as he went lower, and lower, sliding down his legs as he went. The heel that Viktor had hooked over the edge of the bed gave way, and Yuri moved to the end of his knees, giving a gentle but obvious bite to the bulge in the fabric clinging to his hips. Viktor's whole body twitched slightly at the pinch, but his surprised look changed to a smile, and he closed his eyes again. He let his imagination paint the picture as he felt his partner sliding off the end of his bent knees, fingers undoing the front of his clothes as his knees were gently pushed apart, with the younger man kneeling between them. He felt where that hot mouth teased at his arousal, now hidden only behind a single garment, the heavier material of his slacks being pulled away. Arms pressed against the outside of his thighs, and nibbled kisses traced the contour of his center, moving up to find the tip where it had been forced to the left, then down again, then vanishing entirely for the briefest of moments before teeth went for the elastic that went around his waist. The fabric was pulled back only as far as was necessary to expose that eager flesh, and for the second time that day, Viktor savored the heat of his husband's mouth around him.

This time, however, there was no need to rush, and Yuri took his sweet time, using everything he'd learned over the last year to tease his partner. His cheeks were still pink to go through with it, but he slowly worked his way from top to bottom, gently nibbling on that sensitive skin and kissing it as he traversed its length. When he got to the base of the shaft, he lathed his tongue from root to tip, kissed the head, and brought his right hand forward to help lift it, taking it wholly into his mouth. The gasp he heard from his husband made his heart flutter, and he started to lower down, taking as much of the rod into his mouth as he could before he turned slightly and came back up again, rubbing his tongue against a slightly different side. Down, turn, up, pause, down, turn, up again, pause, withdraw, kiss, lick, suck, then down again. When he came up that time, he nibbled on the skin at the base of the head, and trailed his lips all the way down, bringing his left hand in then to massage at the tip while the heat of his mouth was away. The right hand helped to pull the fabric down a little more, and the thumb went down to hook underneath of a pair of squishy tender bits, bringing them up for attention as well.

When Viktor felt the hot and wet sensation around one, his legs twitched, and his back arched, bringing his arms down to hug around himself. Loud, breathy gasps filled the air, and Yuri gave every inch of skin his love before finally heading north again some time later. The Russian watched with one eye, peeking out from under where he'd crossed his arms over his face, as Yuri pulled the remnants of his clothing away and then undid his own, letting the fabric tumble down his legs. Arms slid across Viktor's forehead as he dropped them behind his fluff of silver hair, and gave an endearing whistle to his exposed partner.

Yuri paused a moment, but gave a slightly-embarrassed huff of a laugh before stepping out of his clothes completely and mounted his husband a second time. He sat first on the top of the Russian's thighs, and slid himself forward until ready centers squished together, and he lowered down to tease a kiss, hands cupped over the man's chest, "It's been a while since you've whistled at me." He said quietly, nosing his partner's lips a bit.

"A token of my appreciation for tonight, koibito." Viktor answered, tilting his face to the right slightly and smirking as he brought his arms up over his husband's shoulders. The right hand slid down Yuri's upper back as the left wove fingers through raven hair, and he pushed his hips up against his partner's frame, eager to feel him now that all the fabric had been pulled away.

A few rubs and a few kisses, and Yuri had them both in his hands, rocking his hips forward against his partner's length, fingers squeezing and twisting. He could feel how slick things were getting, seeing how his body was trying to create that natural lube, dripping down from the tip of his own member to the one sliding beneath it, but there wasn't quite enough for them both. He turned to find the bottle he'd set aside earlier, but when he returned to sitting normally on his husband's lap, found Viktor putting his fingers up to the cap. Without needing to ask, Yuri squeezed some of the clear liquid onto the man's digits, then down onto their centers, and capped the bottle again just in time to feel the Russian buck under him a little. Confused, Yuri made a face, but rose up slightly on his knees, and no sooner had he done so, he felt his partner's hand go between his legs, slick fingers sliding up through the cleft of flesh on the other side. He squeaked in surprise and dropped his hands down above the Russian's shoulders, catching his breath just as he felt those same fingers rubbing up and down. They pressed in slightly as they slid up, and relaxed, then pressed in again as they slid back down, and Yuri was painfully aware of how heavy his breathing had suddenly become. A few seconds more of that pressure, and then one finger went inside him, probing a bit to test him, then the second followed it. He gasped with each 'come hither' movement of those digits, and felt his arms getting weak as the thumb joined in, pressing against that same spot from outside every time the fingers partially withdrew. He couldn't help but cry out a breathy gasp when he felt the second hand come up to take hold of him, squeezing and sliding up and down to spread around that liquid that had been poured and then half-forgotten.

Viktor relished the sight of his spouse losing all trace of himself, lost in the feeling he bestowed onto his flesh. Every time his fingers rubbed against that walnut-sized bump inside the younger man's body, he could feel a physical push-back, Yuri's frame tightening around him. Strands of ebony hair teased over his face, and he slowly withdrew his fingers, his other hand releasing his partner's aroused exterior to move down towards his own, quickly spreading the clear liquid around until his skin was slick and shining. It was Yuri who reached down for it though, almost flicking his hand out of the way, and positioned himself above it. Half a moment later, Viktor lead his head drop, closing his eyes in ecstasy as the heat of his husband's body enveloped him, descending slowly once, rising up, and then taking him entirely inside. They both grit their teeth as they felt it, and relaxed again only once Yuri was sitting flush against the Russian's lap.

Yuri took a moment to catch his breath, but managed a tired smile as he lifted his head again and opened his eyes, "...I've...been waiting to feel this...all day..."

"I don't think I've gotten completely inside you this quickly before." Viktor pointed out, sliding his hands up the length of his partner's thighs, hooking his thumbs around the crook of leg and hip as the remaining fingers cupped around the outside. He rocked his own hips upward then, pushing in just a little bit further.

Exhaling a quiet moan, Yuri pushed up on his hands, arcing his back slightly and forcing Viktor's frame back down again. Hazel eyes half-opened, looking down on the Russian, catching the man's gaze and trapping him there before slowly rising up on his knees, pausing there, and descending again. Looks were locked, and Yuri began the wordless dance, tilting his hips forward as he rose, then tilting them back as he descended, repeating slowly and deliberately. He could see the pleasure of every movement in his husband's eyes, and felt the man's heart pounding in his chest, mere inches below the palms of his hands. Where his knees where pinched up against the silver legend's sides, he spread them a bit further out, and started moving a bit faster. He went on that way as long as he could, but when he felt where Viktor was starting to move his legs behind him, he knew it would only be seconds before his husband took over.

Both heels hooked to the edge of the bed, and Viktor pushed upward, sliding himself a little bit further up the bed as well as deeper into his spouse. The heat of him beckoned. When he settled back down again, better positioned, both knees were up and spread wide, and he began his own different dance. Able to move faster and harder from his back, Viktor was quickly able to overwhelm his husband's senses, and watched happily as the man slowly leaned further and further down over his chest, until he felt the younger man's forehead touch down to the side of his shoulder. Hot breath was gasped against his skin, fingers curling inward as hands balled into fists. Viktor moved his right hand up over Yuri's bare back, and soon after, his favorite brown eyes were open and looking down on him from above again. Without missing a beat or hesitating, his hips continued to roll, thrusting deeply into his husband's warmth, their eyes locked. He could tell Yuri was starting to lose himself when the look in his eyes became unfocused, and he seemed to stare into space even if he was looking straight at him still. The younger man's hands slid up his chest until they curled around the top of his head, elbows just above his shoulders as fingers wove through silver hair. All the while, the sound of his hips slapping against his husband's backside filled the air, in harmony with each gasp and moan. Viktor tilted his head back against the blanket to lift his face, and found his husband's lips with his own, teasing a light kiss and bringing the man back to the moment.

Yuri sucked in a much-needed breath, and pushed up a bit, pressing his hands to the blankets on either side of his partner's head, even as his own dipped down again, tracing the tips of his hair against the Russian's skin. He pushed himself a bit higher, feeling every inch of his husband's member thrusting up inside him, every contour of the man's hips pressing flush against him, only to slide out and away again. He finally managed to lift his head, gasping aloud with each inward push until he was sitting high enough that he didn't need both hands to support his weight. Right hand came up and took hold of himself. He only managed a few strokes before he noticed Viktor had stopped moving, and he peered down at the man in confusion, "...W-Why did you quit...?"

Slate eyes answered him and the man smirked, "I don't think I've seen you play with yourself before."

Yuri gaped at him, face thoroughly flushed red as he pulled his hand away with a snap.

"Oh, don't stop." Viktor beckoned, "It's really hot."

Something clicked in the younger man's mind, and the temporary take-over of modest Agape-Yuri gave way to confident Eros-Yuri. Eyes half-lidded in a sultry gaze, and he lowered his head a little, returning his right hand to where it had been a moment before. Fingers circled around his red and throbbing member, slick with clear liquid, some from the bottle but most from himself. To the Russian's surprise, he even started rising up on his knees again, sliding up on that length of hard flesh and descending again, eyes still on him. Yuri leaned forward slightly, even as he continued to roll his hips and stroke himself, and slid his left hand upwards against his husband's chest, until he set one finger under the man's chin and a thumb over it. He held there a moment, looking deep into those slate eyes, but then smirked quietly to himself and thumbed the Russian's lower lip, "...You...feel amazing..." He said, managing one more rise from the man's lap before his own eyes widened slightly, taking in the unexpected sight of his husband lightly biting the end of his thumb. He held there for a moment, unsure what to do, hyperaware of the feeling of the man's teeth against his nail.

Viktor took delight in stumping his partner, and brought one hand back to turn the man's wrist, and drew the whole thumb into his mouth. He kept his eyes on Yuri's confused but curious expression, sucking on that thumb a little before letting it go and running the tip of his tongue from the base of it to the tip. The not-so-subtle suggestion that Viktor was eager to do that same thing to other parts of his husband seemed to be noted, and Yuri rose up and off of him. Just as Viktor was about to make good on his hint though, Yuri had grabbed his right leg and pulled him onto his side with it. One hand settled on the blanket behind his back, the other in front of his chest, his leg hooked around that wrist by his knee. Though confused, Viktor let it happen, and watched as his eager partner moved in overtop of him again. The needy prod came immediately after, and Viktor drew in a gasp of breath as he felt the prod become penetration, dropping his head down to the blanket and clenching his eyes shut. Four purposeful but slow thrusts, and he felt the younger man's hips flush against him. By then, he'd gathered himself up again and looked up at his spouse, "...I...didn't expect that..."

"Always do the opposite of what people expect. That's your motto, right?" Yuri answered, pushing harder and going deeper, "Viktor..."

An urgent and needy whimper of a gasp answered that question, and the Russian's fingers clenched down on the blanket. A drag of breath wordlessly begged for more, and Yuri was more than willing to provide.

He slowly built up the motion, withdrawing half way before pushing back in again, pressing hard and far inside. He kept his eyes on the Russian's response as he started building up speed, taking as much pleasure just from watching him as he did from physically feeling the man's heat. It wasn't long before the tense squeeze around him relaxed, and Viktor's initial discomfort gave way to intoxicating pleasure. Hearing every gasped moan with every thrust, and watching how Viktor contorted and twisted under him, was a wonder to him. Yuri lost himself in the sight of his husband's reactions, not even noticing as he lowered himself down to his elbows, left forearm wedging its way under Viktor's side until he could clasp that wrist with his other hand. He hugged his husband tight and pressed on, harder and faster, and suddenly...it was over. Practically caught off guard, Yuri felt his frame push as deep as it could go before giving out that hot release. It was like something otherworldly had taken hold of him, and he'd finished without having the presence of mind to slow down or stop himself. A worried look came over his face even as the rest of him trembled, his lungs gasping for breath.

Viktor was heaving as well, but he was far from satisfied, eyes opening and turning to see Yuri trying to hold himself up. His initial worry gave way to a huffed laugh, and he twisted his upper body as well as he could, caressing his partner's head in his hands, "...Here I was the one being cranky all day... It seems to me like you needed this more than I did though."

"...Maybe I just...hid is better than you did." Yuri offered through quick breaths, "...I'm sorry I couldn't...stop myself."

The Russian huffed and kissed the top of his husband's head, feeling the man withdraw as he pulled back, Yuri's hands fumbling for him in a weak attempt to continue on despite being spent already. Viktor just held to one wrist though and smiled at him, pushing up onto one elbow and then sitting up fully. He shook his head, "Don't exert yourself. Just relax." He suggested, moving around his partner and easing the man down to his back, "I'll return the favor."

Hazy brown eyes watched as Viktor got between his legs, looming over him protectively and easing back inside him. He felt arms come around the sides of his chest, hands wedging under his back to cross underneath him and hold him close. Lips touched to the side of his neck, and the Russian picked up the dance where he'd left off before, building up his speed rather quickly. The pressure within his post-climax body was intense, and Yuri found himself clenching his legs around his husband's thicker frame in a desperate, but otherwise futile attempt to hold the man still. He was too spent and overwhelmed, jolts of pleasure shooting through him still, watching blearily as Viktor jostled just below his line of sight. His own hands went under the Russian's arms and curved around both sides, fingers clinging to that pale, clammy back, and looked up into those blue eyes as the man moved above him. Those eyes were calm but needy, and Yuri lifted his head up to kiss him before dropping down again, moments before feeling the hot release deep inside.

Viktor cried out, dipping his own head to the side, biting down slightly on his husband's right shoulder, enough to leave a mark but not enough to really hurt. Still, once he felt like he could move again, he unclamped from that muscle, licked the mark gently, and then kissed it before letting his weight down on his husband's smaller frame.

They caught their breath for a moment, but eventually Viktor pushed back upright onto his hands. He looked on at his exhausted partner adoringly, reached for his right leg and pulled the man over onto his side like Yuri had just done to him a few minutes prior, and then dropped down to his own side behind him, never once withdrawing in the process. He draped an arm over Yuri's side and finally let himself start to relax there, sleep starting to encroach in his head. His eyes opened again though as he felt his husband moving in his embrace, twisting to be on his back again and lifting both legs to bend over his own upturned right hip. Unsure what to make of it, Viktor looked on and waited for Yuri to settle in.

It didn't take long.

By the time Yuri's legs were down, and he'd set his arm behind the Russian's back, he was asleep. A serene expression crossed his face, and his whole frame relaxed.

Viktor smiled sleepily, and rubbed the center of his husband's chest a few times before settling his head there in its place, and nodded off as well.

The Banquet seemed entirely forgotten.