CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED THIRTY THREE

Yuri could hear the paper ripping, and the box being turned around as the wrapping was peeled away. But, the more he could hear Viktor quietly snickering to himself, the more he could feel his face getting hot against the palms of his hands, each passing second making him more red than before.

"Wow~!"

His knees came up then, and Yuri pressed the back of his hands against them.

What have I done? Can't go back now. What was I thinking...!? I'll never live this down...!

When he heard the sound of the box itself being opened, and the flimsy plastic shell that held the item within, Yuri parted two of his fingers to look through the gap and see what was happening. What he saw, however, just made him quickly close those fingers together again.

"Yuri~"

"Don'tjudgeme."

"YUUURRIIIII~!" Viktor said again, "You'll never get to see my reaction to this if you're too busy trying to hide yours from me!"

He just shook his head back and forth, hands remaining firmly clamped to his face, "I shouldn't have done this. I regret everything."

"Why not?" Viktor laughed, "I kind of planted the idea in your head. I'm really surprised you went through with it this quickly though. I thought I'd introduce the concept to you myself. In time, anyway..."

Despite how red his face had become, Yuri couldn't bear to keep his hands up anymore. He parted fingers on both hands so he could see with both eyes, and spotted his husband closely examining the item in his grasp.

"I can't help but wonder though."

"Eeep!" Yuri hid again.

"Why did you get this one?"

"I-Istheresomethingwrongwithit!?"

"Wrong?" Viktor laughed at the idea, "Of course not. But I already know what kind of options you had. There are dozens of different kinds. I'm curious why you picked this one." He moved to set the plastic parts of the box and packaging aside, then stood up, setting Jiro onto the floor before tossing himself into his partner's corner, wedging himself up against the man rather dramatically, "Yuri~!"

The jostle forced his hands away, and Yuri found himself staring straight at the business end of the present he'd gotten for his more-experienced partner. His face practically glowed with embarrassment, "V-Viktor!"

"So?"

Exasperated, and his face hurting, Yuri finally dropped his hands to his lap, and confronted the rather odd thing he'd brought into their home. Though he avoided looking at it directly, he could see it out the corner of his eye as he looked to his partner, "...I-I...thought it looked the safest."

"...Safest?" Viktor echoed, confused, turning his head to look at the item, sticking his finger into the soft, squishy, opaque-white shapely-tipped end of it, "Is there a bear trap inside that I need to be worried about?"

"You'd be willing to check by sticking your finger into it?"

"Absolutely. If it gets you to laugh about it." The Russian nudged his left arm against his spouse's side, "So? Why is this the safest one?"

Yuri nervously rubbed his hands together in front of his chest, "...Ahh... Well..." His words trailed, and it didn't help when Viktor pulled up from where he'd been, turned around to face him, and dropped the odd item straight across his lap as he pulled both of his legs around his waist.

"Bože moj, posmotri na sebja." The silver legend teased, leaning down over his partner's chest, wedging his arms under the man's back and temporarily hiding the object with his body in the process, "Does this piece of plastic intimidate you that much?"

"...I got it because you said you wanted one... I...don't know that I ever would gotten one for myself if I was on my own."

"Hmm..."

"But...of all the different kinds I saw online..." Yuri continued, nervously reaching for the chip-can-sized tube of clear plastic that was hidden under his partner's chest, grasping it hesitantly and finally pulling it out into the open, looking at it where he held it over the Russian's back instead, "...I thought...it looked the most benign, I guess? The end is a neutral design...not male or female specifically... There were some options I found that were just crazy-looking. Like the top would be shaped and painted to look like a zombie or a vampire's mouth. Stuff that looked like it would hurt. I...don't understand why people would want to cause pain to each other."

"It's a kink."

"I know." He sighed, relaxing a little under his husband's weight, and finally getting the courage to look at him directly. He let go of the toy from his right hand, keeping hold of it in the left as he ran his free fingers through silver hair, "Not one of mine though."

"It was still rather brave of you to buy something like this." Viktor nudged his head back towards the toy, "I didn't think you would."

"You...ah... Well, you were in something of an extreme despair there for a few days?" Yuri attempted to explain, feeling where his partner's frame was moving a bit upwards against his own, until Viktor was more over him than before, and was looking down at him from above, "I thought that maybe if I did something extremely unexpected...that I could give you some relief, even if only for a little while... It broke my heart to see you fall apart over those few days...especially at the restaurant..." He went on, not really noticing how Viktor had pulled his arms out from under his back, moving them up to rest his elbows on the armrest on either side of his head, "Originally I was going to show it to you as soon as it got here, but by the time it showed up, the JSF had already done their bit and you were okay again."

"So you saved it as a birthday present." Viktor surmised, pressing in close, even though his distracted husband still hadn't clued in to what he was trying to do, "Somehow you managed to keep it secret for a whole week, avoiding my suspicion that you'd done something this surprising." He lowered down, speaking the words quietly against his husband's ear, "Where did you hide it all this time?"

Yuri tilted his head back a little, feeling lips against the side of his neck, "...B-Behind...the bag of toilet-paper rolls...under the sink."

The silver Russian gave a push with his hips, "How resourceful. But..." He kissed his way down that pale neck, and traced the tip of his tongue all the way back up again, rising a bit onto his knees so he could look straight down into his partner's eyes, "You do realize we have to try it out now, right?"

A nervous smile answered, and Yuri nodded, "H-happy birthday...?"

"Mh...it's going to be. You're going first."

"Eh?"

Viktor grinned, lowering down again until he found a kiss. He started pulling his arms back, folding them against his sides as his hands came over his partner's shoulders, chest, and lower, "I have every intention..." He explained against those lips, "...of using this..." Fingers snuck under the edge of the younger man's sweater, feeling skin just underneath, "...new toy on you." He pulled just barely away from the kiss then, looking into those nervous eyes with a sultry gaze of his own, "Rather...I'm going to watch you use if on yourself."

"...EH?"

"I'll help you get started." The Russian went on, smiling excitedly as deft fingers undid the button and zipper on the front of his husband's jeans, "I'll show you how to use it."

Yuri just made a face at that, "As though it's not obvious how it works..."

"Oh~? So you can do it on your own?"

"...I knew I'd regret saying that as soon as I opened my mouth..." The younger man lamented sarcastically, but then gave a nod, and watched his husband pull back a little bit with an even more excited smirk on his face, if it was possible. Yuri picked himself up slightly on his elbows to lift his hips, and his partner yanked his jeans away, tossing them over the back of the couch. As he settled back down again, hips wedging down into the niche between his spouse's thighs, his legs went back around the Russian's waist, and Viktor went right back to his teasing.

Warm hands went under Yuri's sweater, feeling for skin up the younger man's chest and around his sides. He could feel the plastic rim of the toy in his husband's hands where Yuri had slid both arms over his shoulders, hugging around his back to keep him close. Through nothing but a thin layer of black elastic fabric, Viktor could tell his antics were starting to have their desired effect. It wouldn't be long before he could have his real fun. He slid his right hand down the front of his partner's chest and stomach, until he could feel that fabric and the bulge it kept hidden, using his fingers to rub and tease at it. Yuri hissed a breath when he felt it, drawing away from the deep kiss they'd been in the middle of, but Viktor didn't quiet let him go, nibbling lightly on the lower lip. He moved down to his favorite place on that pale neck, just under one ear, as Yuri tilted his head back, gasping as fingers became more determined further down.

Those kisses on his neck slowly started moving down though. Yuri could barely feel them through the fabric of his sweater, but it was as obvious as anything where Viktor was going, especially as he started scooting back on the couch to make room for himself. The warmth and wet of licks and kisses returned as the Russian got below the rim of his shirt, and Yuri tilted his head back against the armrest behind him, closing his eyes to savor the feeling he knew was coming. The tease of lips nibbling against fabric was enough to make him breathe a vocal sigh, and when that barrier was pulled away, the feeling of wet heat made Yuri's frame go completely limp.

It was just the beginning though; kisses and nibbles from tip to root, the tactile difference between a lick with the tip of a tongue or the flat of it, the tugs on bits of loose skin, and eventually, the full feeling of a mouth around the whole of it. Viktor didn't spend too much time there though...only enough to get that shaft of flesh fully at attention. When it was ready, the Russian half-abandoned it, giving only a light massage with his left hand as the right went seeking into the packaging again, looking for the lubricant that came with their new toy. Finding it, he flicked the cap open, and tipped the bottle upside down...only for nothing to come out.

Yuri shook his head and gave a quiet laugh, setting the canister aside and taking the bottle instead, unscrewing the cap, peeling away the small paper-foam cap that sealed the contents, and then replaced the lid. Handing it back, he saw that Viktor had already taken the toy up as well, and was all-too-happy to start dribbling the liquid all over it.

"You ready?" The Russian teased, setting the bottle aside and using a finger to spread it around, moving the clear liquid over every nook and cranny of the toy's wide tip. He held it out in offering, watching for every micro-expression to cross his husband's anxious face.

"Ah...y-yeah..." Yuri answered nervously, reaching for the foot-long tube of clear plastic, and then for himself. He could feel those slate eyes on him like a heat-seeking missile, watching the movement of every finger, setting the drip of a bit of excess lube as it fell from the toy to his own skin. The moment of truth was on him though...and he placed the tip of his member against the 'mouth' of the toy.

Viktor moved in closer again, retaking his place from earlier with his thighs pressed tight against his partner's hips, hands sliding down the bare legs coming around both sides of his waist. He rubbed his thumbs against the edge of that course hairline, and watched intently with nearly-unblinking eyes as one...then two...then three inches of his husband's flesh went inside the clear tube.

Yuri barely managed to get it half-way down before pulling it away again, "Ahhhh it's cold inside...!" He whined dramatically.

"You have to keep using it." Viktor mused, putting a finger on the capped tip and giving a nudge to make it go down again, "Friction makes it warm up."

True to form, a few more hesitant drags on the canister, and the soft, squishy insides were as warm as Yuri's skin, and as wet as his husband's mouth from a moment before. His face was flushed, and each pull on the toy made him gasp aloud, all to Viktor's extreme interest.

"How does it feel?" The Russian wondered. Though he knew full-well what it was like, hearing Yuri say the words was what he wanted.

"...D-different...from what I'm used to..." The younger man started, all the while raising and sinking the tube over himself, "...Str-raight...instead of curved... I-It feels good, but I can t-tell it's...not real... It's n-not you..." He dropped his head back again, almost unaware that his hips were starting to move, pressing up into the tube as he held it slightly above himself.

Viktor could feel it though, since it was causing friction against himself as well. He smirked to himself and leaned forward, pressing in even closer as he set his left hand to the armrest against the side of his partner's head, moving to his favorite place on Yuri's neck again. He could feel the movement of the clear fleshlight against his chest with each pull, and Yuri's knuckles where he held it, even through the t-shirt still cover him. Kisses moved from neck to ear to cheek, then to lips, and just as he pressed there, he pushed his hips against the man under him.

Yuri became wise to the feeling rather quickly, and locked his elbows and wrists, holding the canister in place while his husband's firm but easy thrusts pushed his own hips up, and his member into the tube as a result. The wet noise of his skin moving in and out of the toy was as arousing as each vocal breath and needy whine. As the Russian pressed his forehead to Yuri's cheek, trying to catch his breath even as his pressure below was getting more urgent, Yuri huffed a laugh, "Y-you want to try? I'll hold it..."

"Don't change anything..." Viktor told him flatly, right hand coming up briefly to brush a knuckle against his partner's cheek, then went down, vanishing between their bodies, "Hold firm..."

"Eh?"

A quick movement, and the silver Russian was free, fumbling in that closed space for the right path forward. Yuri felt him almost immediately, prodding at the base of himself, sliding forward and trying desperately to get into the tube with him. A few slips, and then a guiding hand to help, and Yuri was overwhelmed by the tightness of two shafts sharing the same small space, with Viktor getting in as deeply as he could. Yuri could feel himself almost being squeezed out as the tip of his partner's shaft surpassed him inside the toy, but the Russian's words made him try harder to hold his ground, and he forced his way back inside.

Eyes were locked then, and Viktor smiled, impressed, "And now...?"

"Nhh...it's...so tight..."

The silver legend moved then, sliding back and then forward again, every inch squeezing past only by the grace of the lubricant. As the head of his own member slipped by, Viktor could sense that Yuri had managed to get all the way in, but when he started pushing back inside as well, the tip moved right past and pushed further, right to the farthest inside reaches of the toy...until the whole thing started to slip off of them. Viktor cupped his hand against the capped end, and pushed it back down again, freeing up his partner's hands to go around his back again.

"...My hands are too slippery..." Yuri sighed, "I can't keep hold of the thing with both of us trying to fit..."

"You'll learn how to hold it." The Russian whispered, grunting a breath against his partner's shoulder as he slid down and up again with his hips. He could feel Yuri's legs clamping down around him, arms hugging a little tighter, and each new slippery thrust drove the younger man closer to the end. With the exceptional tightness and his own flesh sliding against his less-experienced partner, Viktor supposed Yuri could finish sooner than usual. He wasn't wrong. Two more minutes of pressure and pleasure, and the younger man was crying out, body shaking and fitting from the intensity of the climax. A hot-spot manifested in the tube, and Viktor could feel it as he continued on, albeit slower. He found his own release just moments before Yuri slipped out, still quivering against him.

Every square inch of his skin tingled and felt tight, but Yuri still went limp under his husband's weight. He managed to slide his hands up the man's back, fingers on the right weaving through damp silver hair. They took a few moments to catch their breath, heaving against each other's lips as they tried to fit a few light kisses between gasps.

"Well...you're right at least about one thing..." Viktor huffed, pulling the toy off himself to let it slide into the gap between Yuri's side and the back of the couch, "This would have definitely cheered me up if the JSF thing hadn't happened."

Yuri turned his head and kissed his husband's cheek, holding him close as he went on trying to catch his breath, "...Th-that's...good to hear..."

"There's so much we can do with this thing." The Russian went on, pulling his head up just enough to see his partner's reddened face, "We should go again when we've had a minute." He said excitedly, gently rubbing his bare, spent limb against the one just under him.

Yuri just felt his legs flop where they were still pinned between Viktor's legs and sides, "...I'm...going to need more than a minute."