CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY
To see Asahi resisting every impulse, urge, and instinct to let it all out...his refusal to get beyond a few tears and some hiccuped breaths was both a miracle and a curiosity. Minako sat fully upright, back straight as a board as she watched him in complete confusion. She blinked a few times before starting to slouch again, raising a hand up to rub the side of her head.
"...I...don't really know what to say to that." She explained nervously, "...I know that it can be devastating to lose someone, bu-"
"I d-didn't...just lose someone..." Asahi cut her off, crushing the pillow in his arms, using it to hold onto what little respect he still had left for himself, "...I w-watched as the light and life left his eyes... I heard h-him telling me exactly what was wr-wrong with him...and I couldn't do anything to save him. I would've switched places with him in an instant if I could... He was a much better person than I ever was... He should've been the one to live."
"You say that like you think being alive is a punishment."
"Surviving is the punishment." He corrected, burying his face against the end of the stiff pillow, "I made him wait for so long...and I p-put him through so much...and then I..." He brought his arms up to press against his eyes, struggling to squeeze a breath through his clenched throat, "I didn't...even really get to t-tell him how much he meant to me, or even be with him the way I wanted...because I didn't even know it myself until after he was taken from me... I would do anything to have him back...even if it m-means...going to him..."
Minako furrowed her brow, "You don't mean that..."
The skater shook his head to void the negative, "Th-the only...reason I'm still around is b...because I'm scared of...what I'll face on the other side..."
"...Eh?"
"So m-many faiths...preach these horrifying warnings of t-torment and eternal pain for people who end themselves... As though...we don't own our own s-souls... That they're j-just on loan to us, and under th-threat of eternal torture...we have to suffer through the horrors and indignities of being alive until some celestial slave-master t-tugs on our chains and...'c-calls us home...'" He explained bitterly, fingers clenching so hard into the pillow that his knuckles went white. The anger he felt was enough to momentarily halt the tears, "I r-resent...my family, for teaching me those things...when I was t-too young to...be able to think about it rationally... And even now, after I've grown up, and stopped believing those things j-just because they did...the ideas still stick to the back of my mind, like a stain I can't wash out...corrupting everything I hear or see..."
Minako hesitated to speak, but the nagging feeling at the back of her mind compelled her to anyway, "There's no one on this earth who knows for sure what's on the other side. The only people who get there are the ones who don't come back. I mean, for all the people who claim to have had 'near death experiences,' the thing they're forgetting is that it...well, wasn't death. Near death is still alive. Brains do crazy things when on the edge. They don't process pain when we're subjected to horrible trauma, they give us adrenaline to keep us moving when we'd drop otherwise, and in the worst case...they make us see weird things when there's nothing left to lose. I always felt like those 'tunnel of light' stories were just the inverted version of how our vision cuts to black from the edges when we faint." She tried to explain, "You're putting yourself under too much pressure to conform to a belief system that tens of millions of people, even given thousands of years, can't even agree on between themselves. Maybe that's why it didn't really catch on in Japan."
Asahi just shook his head and twisted around, putting his back to the woman and throwing his legs off the other side of the bed, "My family caught on, for all the good it did. It's th-the same system that...makes me...hate myself... For being what I am, for who I am... I don't care whether it's true or not...it still impacts my life... But sometimes I just feel like there's no such thing as a Hell worse than the life I'm living now. So...I've just..." He sighed heavily, reaching up to rub his sore throat with one hand, "I've tried to put it all away. I even adopted Buddhism, because it doesn't tell me that I have to answer to anyone...and I've tried to follow those codes, but it..." He choked on the words and coughed slightly, pausing for a moment, "...It hasn't dulled the pain or fear at all. It's always there. Always waiting."
The ballerina nodded quietly to herself, This isn't really something I know much about... I kind of wish Mikhail was here. More than that, I wish Yuri and Viktor would just forgive him... He's holding onto so much grief and pain, and he just refuses to let it out... I don't think I've ever even heard of anyone who's had such a severe case of Survivor's Guilt... But I bet they could probably do something...
"Ex-excuse me for a minute..." Asahi said suddenly, rising up from the side of the bed to move towards the corner of the room where the windows folded around the edge of the building. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and sat on the pistachio-green couch, and crossed his legs, looking something up online. When he found what he was looking for, he cast the pillow aside and set his phone down face-up on the couch in front of himself, drew in a deep breath, hit play, and closed his eyes.
['OM Chanting + Tibetan Singing Bowls Meditation 432Hz | 1 Hour Version' - Meditative Mind]
A few seconds passed before any sound could be heard, but just as Asahi folded his hands together in his lap and lowered his face, Minako heard the telltale low-toned chime of a large singing bowl, followed by a chant...and she realized what he was doing.
...He's meditating... He's putting all that badness back into a box at the back of his head so it stops hurting him... He probably thinks he's actually trying to let it go.
She sighed and just watched him, reminded all-too-clearly of the way Yuri would ignore and avoid his problems in the past, even though he knew that would just make them worse later.
...Can't stop him now though. This isn't something I can help him with. Yuri, Viktor...I need you...!
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Keys jangled and the door opened, and both exhausted men fumbled inside their house, "Tadaimaaaaa~!"
Barking immediately greeted them from the upstairs, and Makkachin flew down so fast, the big brown boofer nearly ran straight into a wall once the carpeted stairs transitioned to tile floor. Still, once he was on the ground floor, he was jumping and leaping all around them like a hot bean. Jiro, on the other hand...
Hahh-ruumph... Harooooohhhhhhh!
"Oh my gosh," Viktor's eyes were watering; he wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, "Did you hear that?"
"He's singing to us the song of his people."
"From the upstairs."
"Cuz he can't get down stairs."
The Russian reached his arms out, catching Makkachin mid-bean, and hugged him close, "I'm coming, Jiro! I'll save you! Your lil' nubbin' puppy-stumps won't keep you trapped for much longer!" He called, setting the wiggly poodle down as the Akita continued howl-barking with his tiny, soulful puppy voice. He didn't get far without getting a quick kiss from his partner though, sneaking his arm around the man's back as he passed and angled inward.
Yuri was happy to oblige, but held the silver legend in place for just a moment longer as he looked into those favorite eyes, "Don't spoil our son too much, Viktor. He's going to be too heavy to ferry up and down the stairs soon."
"Only until he doesn't risk barrel-rolling snoot-first for trying." Viktor mused, stealing a second kiss before peeling away, and carefully hobbled his way towards the stairs.
Smiling as he watched the man go, Yuri then leaned down to find their pairs of shoes and boots and put them off to the side. There was a mat under the edge of the raised floor, where the entryway marked the start of the household and declared firmly that no shoes would be worn past that point. Viktor still had his scarf and jacket by then, but Yuri put his own away, and then followed the poodle towards the kitchen.
The digital clock on the wall marked the time as just past midnight, and Yuri spotted a hand-written note on the island. He set his hands on either side of it and looked down to read, [Welcome back, boys! I fed your kids right before bringing them home. Hope you have a relaxing night so you're ready to go all the way back again tomorrow! -Mom]
At the top of the stairs, the grey-marbled puppy was pacing frantically, tail wagging back and forth as Viktor got closer with each step. Jiro yipped a few more times, tried to chance the first stair, but then backed off, unable to reach it before his chest touched the ledge. Viktor just smirked and went down onto his knees, leaning his tall, lanky frame against the last steps so he'd be at the same level as the puppy when he settled on his elbows, "Hey buddy."
Jiro excitedly licked the Russian's face, forcing him to snuffle, laugh, and pull his head back to wipe it on the sleeves of his coat...but that just opened him up, and the puppy hopped over one broad shoulder. To Viktor's shock and near-horror, Jiro walked down the length of his back and legs until he was on the mid-landing...and got stuck again. He blinked a few times and then called to his husband, "Yuri! Jiro's too smart of his own good!"
"What'd he do?"
"He used me as a ramp."
Yuri laughed, sticking his head around the corner to spot the silver legend still lying belly-down on the upper steps, and the amused pout on his face. The puppy yip-barked and wagged his tail even more to see him, and stuck his head through the vertical posts of the banister to get his first bit of attention from the human he'd been given to, "Well, when Jiro is grown and takes over the world, I for one will welcome our new canine rulers." Yuri commented, ruffling the pup's ears.
"Overlord Jiro does sound pretty official," Viktor agreed, pushing up onto his hands and knees to crawl the rest of the way up the stairs, "I'll be right there. I want to see what kind of mess they made in our room while they were in here alone."
"Hai."
As Yuri returned to the kitchen, Viktor crawled down the last hall to the master bedroom, and no sooner had he arrived did Jiro follow after him. The pup nimbly ascended the stairs to give chase. The silver Russian crawled right up to the bed, sliding his upper body against the top of it and into the fluff of their messy blankets, breathing in the smell of their home, and dogs, and sighed happily. The soft pap pap pap of Jiro's paws on the carpet made Viktor lift his head though, and he pulled back to sit on the floor, picking the dog up to hold against his chest and love on him a little more. Before long, he rolled down onto his back, silver hair tousled all around, and he rubbed his hands from the pup's head to his tail as Jiro splayed out on top of him.
"I can't wait to take you to Russia," He commented, "We'll have to buy you a bunch of cute little outfits and booties to keep your tiny self warm, but I think you'll like it."
Yirr...yawrf!
"I know!" Viktor laughed, getting a few more face-licks before Jiro scrambled to get off again. Blue eyes watched him go towards the door, then back along the wall again, and finally to the other side of the room, where it took Viktor's line of sight straight under the bed...and he spotted the toy, right where Yuri had said it had been hidden before they left. His expression changed immediately, from excited and happy to introspective.
What should we do with that thing...? I think it'd just make Yuri upset to see it... I'll just leave it there for now.
In the kitchen, Yuri was pulling out the various ingredients he knew his husband would want for some much-needed mulled wine; a bottle of red, an orange, whole cloves, cinnamon sticks, star anise, honey, and a pot to combine them in. The pot was placed on the stove, and Yuri cracked the wine bottle, smelling the aroma before pouring it in and turning on the stove to medium-high. The blue flame of the gas whooshed on under the element. Two cinnamon sticks followed, 8 cloves, 2 star anise, and a squish of honey. Yuri returned to the orange after that, washing the rind under some water before slicing it into rounds and adding them to the mix. He stirred it before adding the lid to the top, and turned his attention on the poodle who'd been watching him the whole time.
"You ready to go to St. Petersburg next weekend?" He asked, getting those dark brown eyes to focus and the dog's ears to pique, "You're gonna be going back home for a few days."
Makkachin restlessly whimpered and inched closer, tail wagging anxiously.
"Oh don't look so sad. I'll be there, too, and so will Jiro. We'll all go to Austria together after that. I'm really excited. Your dad says we're going to go on a sleeper-train between the two." Yuri described, ruffling the dog's fluffy head, but Makkachin just panted quietly, enjoying the attention, "Viktor will have a lot to fun telling all about that trip."
"What will I get to do?" Viktor asked suddenly, getting to the base of the stairs with Jiro under one arm.
Yuri rose back up to standing, glancing over his shoulder to the lightly-fizzing pot, then back toward his partner, "Oh, I was just saying to Makkachin that you'll probably get a kick out of telling me what to expect on that train ride to Vienna. I'm really looking forward to that trip now."
"So you're not worried about spending time alone with papa anymore?" The Russian wondered, setting the pup down to go about his own business as he limped into the kitchen, and into his partner's open arms, "Or maybe he seems like less of an issue after everything else."
"Maybe a mix of both." Yuri answered, sliding his arms straight into his husband's jacket through the unzipped front, and savored the warmth as he pressed in against the man's chest, "I don't want to think about troubles right now."
"Mmhh..." Viktor nodded in agreement, his own arms over his spouse's shoulders, cheek pressed against black hair, "Maybe if it isn't considered troubles, we could watch the Russian Free Skate. Someone should be LiveStreaming it right now."
"That should be fun."
"Practice for watching Euros, right?"
"Watching a skating event from the actual audience is going to be weird." Yuri commented, closing his eyes just in time to hear the pot behind him puffing out a gust of hot air. He pulled away to step towards the stove, and turned it down to simmer as Viktor pulled the rest of his coat off, setting it on the island behind himself.
"Why, because you're not used to mingling with the commoners anymore?" The Russian wondered in a tease, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the edge of the counter.
"I still count myself among the commoners," Yuri answered, shaking his head as he made a face at the man. A quick stir of the ingredients, and the lid was returned, but he barely pulled his hand back and set the spoon down before he felt hands slide over the crest of each hip, fingers hooking gently around his sides to start pulling him back.
"You're skating royalty, my love." Viktor purred, pressing himself against his partner's backside as he returned to his place against the edge of the counter, and set his lips to the side of his neck, "You're part of the Nikiforov Dynasty now."
"I married into it." The younger figure pointed out, tilting his head aside to give his spouse more room to tease.
"And jumped, and spun, and twizzled and turned...straight into my heart."
"I thought I drunken strip-teased my way into your heart?" Yuri laughed, his hands settling on his partner's forearms as they went around his front, feeling those fingers pressing into the creases of his legs.
"...Mhmm...I think it's safe to say you Yuri Katsuki'd your way in. The rest is just quibbling over details."
"I've done that a few times..." He added, feeling the sudden pause of neck-kisses and turned his head slightly to see the flushed look on his husband's cheeks, "Oh, that's a rare sight." Yuri laughed, turning in place to raise his arms over the man's shoulders, and inched in closer, until he could touch those lips with the tip of his nose. He nuzzled softly, eyes half-lidded, "Are you about to Viktor Nikiforov your way in, too?"
"Yes, very yes. So much yes."
"That's what I thought. Better get started."
That didn't take instruction. Viktor's hands were on his partner's butt faster than anything, pulling him closer for a kiss between laughs. Yuri leaned into it eagerly, even as those hands gave him a lift to help him along, and he found himself standing partly up on his toes. The Russian pulled back only long enough to lift his partner's glasses away, folding them and setting them gently onto the counter behind himself, then to return his hands to where they'd been before. Faces tilted one way, then the other, some kisses being little more than teases of lips against each other, then deeper and longer. Viktor slowly turned his partner around where they stood, until it was Yuri's back against the counter rather than his own, and the hands that lifted the younger figure into him then hoisted Yuri up entirely, leveling him with the edge and pushing him up to sit on it. Legs parted for him, and Viktor slipped in between them, hands sliding up the outside of Yuri's thighs to his waist, then around his back, hugging him close for more kisses.
He started working at the thin material of Yuri's sweater, sliding his hands under it, one thumb at a time, feeling at the undershirt beneath it. A few gentle tugs, and the undershirt was pulled free from where it had been tucked into the man's jeans.
Fingers found skin soon after, and Yuri twitched slightly before laughing, "Ah! Your hands are still cold...!"
"You're so warm though..." Viktor teased, moving his attention from lips to neck as those cool digits warmed within his husband's clothing, "I just want to touch every part of you all at once..."
"Mmmhh...please do..."
"Maybe I'll taste you a bit then, too..."
"Even better."
Viktor went straight to work pleasing his husband, kissing and nibbling at the man's neck as his sweater and under-shirt were being moved further and further up his pale core.
Yuri could feel himself relaxing and going limp under those touches and teases, resting his head against his partner's shoulder as his own hands idly rubbed up and down the Russian's core. Through similarly-thin fabric, he felt at every muscular contour of Viktor's larger frame, tracing his fingers under the man's pecs until they were nearly under his arms, then down and under them, hands moving around the Russian's back. He followed his lover's lead with the gentle coaxing of fabric from waistband, and slid his fingers under the stiff material in their place, feeling where the flat of his partner's back curved outward into that nigh-trademarked SkaterBooty. Yuri couldn't tease his fingers too far down before the man's belt got too tight, so he pulled them back up again and went instead of the back of his partner's shoulders. He could feel where Viktor was starting to lean him backward on the counter then, and he pulled his hands back entirely, holding himself up on one elbow. His shirt was pulled up and away from his chest, bundled near to his chin, and Viktor went to kissing at his abdomen, teasing a few nibbles to each ridge and bulge of muscle, lithe as he was. From that angle, having his legs hanging off the edge of the counter was uncomfortable, so he brought them up and pressed one to Viktor's side, while the other perched a heel against the ridge of the dishwasher door. The tease of silver hair against his skin was a bit ticklish, but he loved every second of it.
Viktor moved carefully across that pale skin, kissing at one hip and then the other, slowly giving attention to each ab as he moved over and up. His left hand went back to help support the leg that was pressed against him, hand sliding down the back of that thigh until his elbow pinched under his partner's knee so he could relax it. His right arm teased fingers against Yuri's ribs, helping to keep the shirts from slipping down again as his kisses moved further up to his spouse's chest. He found one pink nub there and rolled his tongue over it, earning a few breathy gasps before moving over to the other to give it the same love. He grinned when he heard the sudden squeak as he gave that nipple a gentle bite, and laughed as he pulled up again to nose his husband's face, "That was adorable."
"You bit me."
"I'll do a lot more than that in a minute..." Viktor teased, giving a quick kiss before pulling back again. His hands went down around his husband's waistband and started undoing the buttons and zipper, pulling it all open to find the bulge he knew was hiding there. He didn't need to look at what he was doing after that though, and he wasn't allowed to anyway, feeling his partner's arms go back over his shoulders as Yuri sat up a bit straighter, kissing him all the way. Both legs went around him then, ankles hooking together behind his thighs, knees going up and heels going with them to pull him closer. They were flush against each other by the time he managed to withdraw the younger man's member, and he pulled it up against the flat of his stomach before starting his slow stroke. Still half-soft in his hand, he had a little work to do, but that was half the fun anyway. Each gentle tug and twist made Yuri gasp a little, and every time Viktor felt those legs clamping down a bit tighter in time with his pulls, only to relax as his hand let go slightly to move down again.
The silver legend nibbled at his favorite spot under his husband's ear, leaving light teasing kisses and small licks against that soft skin. It wasn't long before the flesh in his grasp had grown to its full length and girth, twitching slightly with each heartbeat. He began his slow journey down then, finding one last kiss before descending out of range. With a quick shove though, Viktor pushed Yuri further up the counter, unhooking those legs from behind his waist as he turned the man as well, putting him at a slight angle away.
Yuri was enthralled by his partner's seductions, hardly able to focus on anything but the strong pulses going through him with each firm stroke. When he turned, and felt Viktor's shoulder press against his ribs, he settled his right arm over the man's back, the left hand flat on the counter to help hold him upright. He pulled his left knee onto the counter as well and opened himself up a bit in the process, giving the Russian more room as he continued his travels south. A few more kisses against his abdomen, and a tongue-dip into his naval, and Yuri felt the heat and wet of a mouth brushing against his tip. He exhaled a quiet sigh, feeling each wet kiss moving down the length of it, followed by the long trail of a tongue from root to top.
Viktor nibbled a little while longer at the head before finally ceasing his torments and teasing, and took the whole thing into his mouth, lathing his tongue over it as he sucked, pulled up, and then went down. Each loud gasp, and the feeling of fingers pressing against his back as they flexed and extended tightly, spurred him on. Yuri was sagging over his back, the feeling so strong that the man was losing the strength to hold himself up, so Viktor curled his arm around his husband's back to brace him against his shoulder. His right hand remained in center, holding that shaft steady while massaging the base, offering as much attention as was possible given how much clothing Yuri still wore. Several minutes of that went on, until Yuri was practically draped across him, and Viktor pulled up and off, easing his noodle-limp husband's frame down onto his back against the counter. A few items were moved out of the way, pushed towards the sink or set inside it, before Viktor went back to his task. His jacket, long enough to act like a soft blanket under his partner's back and head, protected skin from the shock of tile-cold. Yuri's nearest hand went through his hair, combing his bangs back through his fingers, and later settled on his shoulder, trying to grasp at it under the pressure.
Before long, Yuri pulled both hands up towards his face, fingers laced together as he pressed his thumbs against his nose and forehead, eyes clenched shut as he gasped louder and louder with each suck and twist, "Nh...V-Viktor..."
Slender fingers worked their way up to the jeans still clinging to Yuri's waist, and the silver Russian started to pull them further down, sliding them out between velvet skin and silk coat-lining. With just enough moved away to fully expose the younger man's form, that pulsatile member flat against Yuri's stomach, Viktor moved lower still, showing tender affection for a pair of squishy bits before licking his way from base to tip again, and further, tongue trailing all the way to the center of his partner's chest before coming to rest and kissing there. Fingers went through his hair again, but just as Viktor was about to start rocking slightly, he felt legs feebly kicking on either side of him.
Yuri gave a nervous laugh, "You pulled my jeans around my thighs and now I can't get my legs around you."
Viktor lifted up from his kissing-place, settled onto his elbows and looked on affectionately at his partner, "Is that what you want to do right now?"
"Yeah, kinda." He answered, "I want you right up against me."
"Oh?" The silver legend cooed, intrigued, gently and slowly starting to pull the man down towards the edge of the counter, using his jacket as a slider, "What would you do then?"
"I'd cross my ankles behind your back...and keep you pinned close." Yuri started, eyes looking down to where his partner was bent over him, "Then I'd reach my hands down, and I'd get your pants undone..."
"Mhm?" Viktor teased, allowing those jeans to slide back up a little bit as he pulled his husband's knees up around his ribs, and felt those heels go behind him just like Yuri said he'd do. But, with knees going up, so too did thighs, and the angle put all that clothing between the younger man's hands and Viktor's own garments, "Seems we have a small problem with your plan."
"Do we?" Yuri wondered, sliding both hands down the exposed front of his pale body, over his own quivering flesh, between his legs, and under where his pants and underwear had collected around his upper thighs. He fumbled for the front of his husband's slacks, finding the first hook-closure and undoing it, then seeking for the thin zipper an inch or two away. Just as he found it, and managed to clumsily pull it down a little bit, he felt Viktor pulling his legs up over his shoulders, resting his calves against collar-bones. Half a second later, Yuri found the all-too-easy-to-find length of his spouse's ready arousal, and pulled it back through the same space he'd wedged his hands through between his own legs. He held the tip against himself, and pinched his thighs together, giving an Eros-like look to the blue eyes looking down at him, "I think the only problem we have is that you aren't moving."
"I think I can remedy that..." Viktor mused. However, instead of actually starting to move, he reached one hand for the inside breast pocket of his jacket, pinched just under one of his partner's arms, and withdrew the small bottle he'd stored there. A quick button-press, and the bottle was open, and Viktor dripped its cold, wet contents all over his husband's fingers, drawing in a quick hissed breath as Yuri took then hint and started spreading it around.
With fingers slick and slippery, it was easy to squish his hands between his thighs to spread the lube even further, creating something of a tract for the Russian to move through. The clear liquid dripping from his own member, previously slurped up by the man sucking on it, was added to the mix, and Viktor started his slow slide. Yuri clenched his thighs tighter, adding pressure to the thick rod of flesh moving between them, and continued holding to the tip between both of his overlapping hands, twisting slightly where he could when the tip was all the way through. Before long, he'd pulled himself up into it as well, holding himself in place with his thumbs as the rest of his fingers clamped them together. Even through his entranced senses, Yuri couldn't help but utter a few quiet laughs, making Viktor curious enough to slow down his pace.
"Are you ticklish with this?" The Russian wondered, looking down over where his husband had pinched his knees together for the sake of closing the gap, ankles on either side of his head, "Or is something else making you laugh."
"Something else." Yuri answered, opening one eye just enough to catch the man's glance, and then looked down between them, "You're going to think I'm stupid, but...in this position, it actually looks like I'm the longer one for once..." He explained, pulling his hands back just enough to show them off.
Viktor blinked down at the sight of themselves...and tried to push in further, getting as much of his length between the younger man's legs as he could to try and make their tips even, but inevitably failed, "Well..."
"Let me enjoy this one victory!" Yuri pleaded through his smirk, wiggling a bit where he lay, "I may never get to feel like I'm bigger than you ever again!"
Viktor just made a face at that, "Savor the memory...I'm about to remind you of the reality, my love."
"Eh?" He went blank for a moment, only to feel that length of flesh sliding away, until it was completely gone from where he'd had it. He could still feel the tip gliding against his skin, past the base of his own arousal, over those tender round bits, and then down, starting to prod against him, "Oh." The prod became more insistent then, pressing and then sliding back up where it just missed going inside, and repeating until Yuri couldn't help but beg, "Just put it in...!"
"Sorry?" Viktor teased, doing it again, "Do what?"
That was enough to make Yuri scramble his hands forward between his knees, grabbing for his partner's shirt and using it to pull himself up to sitting. With his bare arse hanging off the edge of the counter, his whole frame counting on Viktor not to move so he wouldn't fall, he looked straight into those crystal blue eyes. Without a word, but keeping their eyes locked, Yuri let go. Thankfully, the legend's arms went around his back in a hurry to hold him steady, and Yuri used his freed hands to maneuver back between his legs and under his clothes, took hold of that teasing member, put it were it needed to go, and moved one hand around the Russian's side to grab a handful of his backside.
Playing along with the surprise, Viktor inched inward, and he watched with delight as his husband full-body-twitched before collapsing back down again to await the rest of it, "You okay?" He mused.
"Y-yes, it's good, I love it... Keep going..."
Viktor happily obliged, still amused by his partner's insistence. He slid in a little bit, earning a tense groan, then withdrew, waited a moment, and pushed forward again, earning the same with a bit more depth gained.
A few more attempts, and Yuri finally got what he wanted; skin to skin, flush with each other, and Viktor Nikiforov some 6 inches deep inside him. He gasped a few relieved breaths before letting some of the tension in his frame relax, and he raised his arms up above his head, dropping his head down to the jacket's lapels. He flinched slightly, but smiled, when he felt a hand come around to slide up the front of his otherwise-naked frame. That hand came back a moment later, joined by the first in gripping around his thighs to hold him still...and the slow rhythm began.
Practiced and careful at first, making sure everything was slippery, and nothing hurt, Viktor tended to that most crucial of moments with the same care as he always did. He watched his partner's face for any sign of discomfort, and only started to pick up his pace once even he could feel that the younger man was relaxed enough to allow it. There was a very visceral difference between wanted tightness, and the tightness brought on by stress, pain, or unwillingness. Viktor had learned that lesson very early on, and never wanted to repeat that failed first penetration. Seeing his then-fiancé giving up the hope of climax because of pain was enough to impart that lesson clearly. Watching Yuri now, seeing how the younger man constantly moved his arms around, either hugging them around himself, stroking his body, touching his hands to his face, or keeping them up above his head...it was all a language that Viktor was fluent in. Gradually, he built up his rhythm, until he could see his happy partner jerking upward with each thrust, and heard the wet slap of their bodies hitting each other.
He pulled Yuri's legs down, parting them around the outside of his shoulders so they could hook into the groove of his elbows, and leaned forward with them. He felt fingers go around the back of his neck, and looked in time to spot his spouse coming up to press their foreheads together, breathing heavily as he started to cry out against the intensity of it all.
Our foreplay had been going on for hours before we go home... He's extra sensitive now... Better not overdo it...
The silver Russian leaned down and pressed in for a kiss, holding there for a few seconds as he slid in as deeply as he could go. Yuri tensed up slightly, giving off one of those whimpers like he was close, and Viktor withdrew again...this time completely. He pulled his dazed husband off the counter, and gave him half a moment to realize he was vertical before nudging him to turn around and lean forward.
Yuri grabbed up the jacket he'd been lying on and bundled it up into a make-shift pillow, hugging it in his arms and pressing his face to it as he settled against the counter-top again. He closed his eyes and went by feeling along, sensing his partner coming up behind him, arms going around his thin frame as a kiss was pressed behind his shoulders. The slick heat of his partner's flesh rubbed up and down against him, but eventually found its place again, getting inside him much more easily than it had earlier on, and Viktor pressed flat against him. Hands gripped the tops of his thighs, gently pushing away the remains of his clothes until they hung precariously around his knees instead. He felt the subtle nudge of clothing behind him as well as his spouse pushed more of his own away as well, leaving them to feel more skin than fabric between them. Viktor started up their pace again after that, both arms holding tightly to him as the man hugged against his back. He was practically seeing stars in no time, jolts of fire and electricity shooting through him with each thrust, until he finally felt the release he needed. Viktor was only a minute behind him, pressing in deep like he always did, biting down on the back of his rolled-up shirt as he cried out.
They caught their breath against each other for a moment before even trying to move. Yuri's legs trembled, and he could barely stand on his own, needing the support of those arms still holding to his frame. The Russian did his best to maintain that support, eventually withdrawing from his partner to help him stand upright again. Even then, though, Viktor had to grab for the edge of the rink to offset how much his right ankle was starting to bother him. It all disappeared again when Yuri stepped up and kissed him, holding his hands to the side of his face, pressing their brows together again.
"...Y-you're always so good at that..."
"Domo..." The silver Russian answered, nuzzling noses briefly. He reached for the hands still pressed to his cheeks, curled his fingers around them and turned his head to kiss into the middle of each palm, "I love you."
Yuri smiled through his tired gaze, and pushed through where Viktor still had both of their hands held up, kissing the man again, "I love you, too. Now...let's go watch some figure skating."
"You don't want to clean up first?"
He shook his head, stepping out of the pants and undergarment that had fallen to his ankles, and kicked them towards the base of the counter, "Nah... Let's just grab a blanket. We're long overdue for a good naked cuddle session."
"That's just what I like to hear...consider it done."