The living room held a comfortable quiet as Victor and Yuuri relaxed after a long day of training. The only sound was the occasional turn of a page from Yuuri or a thump on the floor from Makkachin's tail.
Victor abruptly looked up at his fiancé and broke the silence. "I want to do it."
Yuuri nearly dropped his book. He was used to the Russian man's directness, but not typically at this level. He stammered, "But…but we did it this morning already…"
Victor's silver head shook back and forth. "That's not what I meant." Tilting his phone, he pointed at the screen and said, "A festival. I want to go to a festival."
The screen was displaying a website for Hastesu's local summer festival. Yuuri asked, "Why do you want to go there?"
"Isn't it obvious, lyubov moya? A date, a festival date!" Victor shook his phone a little to emphasize his point. "Do you have time during the festival for us to go?"
Yuuri laughed. "You do realize between my skating regimen and our personal life that you are most of my schedule, right?"
"Hmm." Victor gav. Him a smile that bordered on smug. "But still, the point is I am most of it. I don't want to assume you don't have plans that I might not know about."
"I don't, but…" Yuuri picked up his own phone, speaking absently as he flicked through his apps. "I'll just share my calendar with you. Then it will be easier to know my plans for sure."
"Ooh, zolotse, that's a great idea! A family calendar!"
Despite the flip in his stomach at those words, Yuuri replied, "Family calendar? We aren't even married yet."
His coach waved a hand dismissively. "It's all the same." He grinned as his email dinged. "Ah, here it is! What color should I choose for family events?" He tapped away happily at his phone. Yuuri watched him with a fond smile until the other man turned to him and said, "Now, what was that you said earlier about this morning? You can't possibly think that I got enough of you from that, can you?"
As his fiancé closed the distance between them, Yuuri put his book aside, giving himself over to his lover's advances.
A week later they were walking along the streets of Hasetsu hand-in-hand. Victor practically bounced in anticipation. Yuuri had a hard time keeping his amusement off his face as he watched his fiancé's enthusiasm. "Vitya, it's just a festival," he said. "It isn't as if we haven't been on a date before."
"Dorogoi, what are you saying! A festival date isn't like a regular date."
Cautiously Yuuri glanced at his partner. "And why exactly is that?"
The look he received in return almost made him question his own sanity. "How can you even ask that? A festival date has a completely unique feel! For one, look at these yukata! Where else can you get the experience of wearing something like this?"
Surveying the other man, Yuuri silently agreed that he had a point. Victor had insisted on renting yukata for both of them in honor of the occasion. For himself he had chosen a sky-blue robe, accented by a deep blue pattern and obi. The color combination against his pale skin and silver hair made him look strikingly like a yuki-onna, especially combined with his ice-blue eyes. In contrast, Yuuri felt that he looked rather plain in his own earth-green robe, set off by thin pale green stripes and a black obi. But the look that his fiancé had given him when he came out of the dressing room had been enough to make Yuuri shiver, so he had chosen this yukata.
Victor was giving him much the same look now as he dragged his eyes up and down Yuuri's form. The shiver returned with a vengeance, and Yuuri quickly diverted the topic. There was nowhere to hide an erection in these clothes, after all. "Vitya, why don't we try some games first, and then get some food before the fireworks start?"
His fiancé's face lit up. "Oooh, and the drums! We have to see the drums, too!"
The Japanese man chuckled. "Ah, of course. I'll find out when they're doing a performance." He pulled his phone out of his hand bag and flicked to the festival information page as his excited coach dragged him over to a shooting game.
Victor importantly plunked money down on the counter and announced in his best Japanese, "We will take one each!"
The woman running the stand took the money and presented them each with a loaded cork gun, setting extra corks on the counter. "Here you are. You get five shots with each gun. Good luck!"
Turning to his partner, Victor asked, "Is there anything in particular that you want, serdtse moya?"
"Hm? No, not really. I just want you to have fun." Yuuri was still preoccupied with pulling up the festival schedule, but he looked up from his phone to give the other man a reassuring smile.
"All right, then. I'll just aim for as many prizes as possible so you can choose!" Victor's easygoing expression melted into the determination of a competition as he raised his rifle. Despite his intention to focus on his mission, Yuuri found his gaze firmly drawn to his fiancé's figure. Whenever Victor was serious about something, he became somehow even more beautiful than normal. He watched as if bewitched as Victor focused on a small stuffed penguin, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
The cork hit the toy, and it teetered on its shelf, but didn't quite fall. Before it had a chance to stabilize, Victor reloaded, took aim again and shot. This time it tumbled head over heels off the shelf. Yuuri clapped in appreciation, but the Russian hardly seemed to acknowledge his victory. He fitted a new cork into the gun and took aim again, this time locking his sights onto a candy bar on a lower shelf. His brow furrowed slightly, then he pulled the trigger and the candy fell. Yuuri oohed, and one corner of the other man's mouth went up in response. But he simply concentrated his attention on a new target, taking down another candy bar and a pack of gum in quick succession. Yuuri applauded as the stall owner handed over the prizes.
Victor turned around to face his fiancé. His face melted into his heart-shaped smile as he exclaimed, "Did you see me, lapochka?"
With a laugh, Yuuri affirmed, "Hai, hai, I saw you. You did very well." Reaching a hand up, he patted the top of the silver hair affectionately.
Although Victor's eyes clouded with love at the gesture, he didn't lose sight of his goal. "Your turn now, lyubov moya!" He picked up the second rifle and pressed it into Yuuri's hands.
"But…Vitya, I haven't played this game since I was a kid. I don't know if I'll be any good at it…"
"Nonsense! There's no way my Yuuri would be bad at this. Trust me, I'm your coach. I know all about your hand-eye coordination." He added a wink, and Yuuri felt his shoulders relax. He accepted the cork gun and raised it up. He scanned the prizes on the shelves, and settled his gaze on a stuffed wolf. Its icy whitish-blue fur and comically fierce expression reminded him of his fiancé. He smiled to himself and locked onto his target. He decided to go with Victor's strategy, especially considering that this plush was larger than the one Victor had taken down. He picked up two more corks, readying them to reload as fast as possible so that he wouldn't lose any momentum from his shots. Taking careful aim, he made his first shot, hitting the wolf in the nose. It teetered as Yuuri reloaded quickly and shot again, this time hitting it just under one ear. The feet lifted off the shelf as it wobbled even more, but Yuuri could see that it wasn't going to fall. Jamming his third cork into the gun's end, he took aim once more, and this time the wolf tumbled down.
As he was trying to figure out what to do with his last two shots, his concentration was interrupted. Victor threw his arms around Yuuri, binding his elbows to his sides. "Yuuri, zvezda moya, that was fantastic! You looked so cool when you were taking it down!"
Laughing, Yuuri tried to wriggle in the iron grip around him. "I still have two more shots to take. You'll have to let go."
"Aww. I guess I do want to see more of my cool fiancé." The arms around him loosened, and Yuuri was able to regain his freedom. He shrugged his shoulders to loosen them up, then fitted a new cork to the rifle. He scanned the prize shelves and settled on another candy bar. Taking aim, he shot, and it went down. He heard his fiancé whistle behind him, but ignored the reaction in favor of reloading his last cork. Pointing the gun at a pack of cards, he pulled the trigger and hit it. As he set the rifle down on the counter, Victor clapped wildly.
"Wow, amazing! You really are the coolest!"
Taking his prizes, Yuuri said, "What about you? You got more than I did."
"That doesn't matter. Your stuffed animal is bigger than the one I got."
Sheepishly, Yuuri held out the wolf. "Actually, I got it for you. I thought that it kinda reminded me of you, so…"
"Awww, lapochka!" Victor's eyes practically melted as he took the wolf. "Here, I got mine for you, too!" He handed over the small stuffed penguin he had won. As Yuuri was admiring the toy, he felt a hand interlace with his own. "Come on, let's go buy some sparklers!" And they were off, being pulled around at the mercy of Victor's whims.
They went from stall to stall, stopping to buy first the sparklers and then matching masks. Victor also insisted on buying Yuuri a chocolate banana, and the way the older man watched as his fiancé ate it sent shivers down Yuuri's spine. He quickly redirected them to the taiko drums, locating them just as the performance was starting. Victor watched, spellbound, as the drummers hammered away in time with each other. Yuuri, for his part, watched his partner with equal enthusiasm. When the last beat finished reverberating through the air, Victor applauded wildly. Leaning over, Yuuri said into his ear, "We should probably get going now if we want to find a good place to watch the fireworks."
Instantly he had Victor's full attention. The Russian man nodded firmly, and grabbed hold of his fiancé's hand. "Of course, lyubimiy. Let's go." He began winding them through the rapidly dispersing crowd, keeping a firm hold on Yuuri so they wouldn't be separated. But despite their best efforts, they ended up getting pushed to the edge of the throng. Victor turned his head both ways and seemed to make a quick decision, striding confidently into the woods.
As they got further away from the crowd, the noise diminished to a level where they could converse normally. "Ah, that's better. I feel like I can finally hear myself again."
"I'm glad you can. I don't think I'll be hearing anything properly for a week." Yuuri rubbed his ear with his free hand. "But I'm glad we went." He thought about his fiancé's enraptured face and smiled.
He suddenly found himself walking into a muscled shoulder. Rubbing his nose now, he looked up at the other man and asked, "Why did you stop? I thought we were going to find somewhere to watch the fireworks?"
"Well, you see, there are two problems with that. The first is that I have no idea where we are, and no idea how to get to any place that has a view of where the fireworks will be." As Yuuri gaped at this revelation, Victor stepped closer and continued, "And the second, much larger reason is that you're entirely too adorable for your own good." Wrapping his free arm around Yuuri, he pressed his lips into the side of the younger man's neck.
Yuuri let out a small gasp at the sudden action, dropping the bag that was holding their assorted items. "Vit…ya, what are you doing?"
"You are just irresistible, zvezda moya. It's been hard to keep my hands off you tonight, especially wearing that yukata." He pressed their bodies together, grinding his crotch against Yuuri's leg. Yuuri shuddered when he realized that his fiancé was already hard.
"Hey…Vitya…"
"Yes, that's my name." Victor ran his hand along the folds of Yuuri's yukata. Fingers slid inside and found their way to his dick with ease, pulling the waistband of his underwear down along the way.
A noise welled up in Yuuri's throat as he was touched. Faster than he would have thought possible, he was fully erect. Judging by the pressure on his thigh, his fiancé was, too. He looked up at Victor hazily.
"Der'mo, rodnoy, it's dangerous when you look at me like that." Suddenly his robe was being pulled fully open, revealing his erection. He gave a small yelp of surprise, but before he could say anything, Victor was shoving aside his own clothes and had caught both of their cocks up in his hand. He slid his thumb along both of their heads, collecting as much precum as he could to help lubricate his motions. With firm, slow strokes he began moving his hand up and down along their joined lengths.
"Vi-tya, we really shouldn't…the yukata, they'll get dirty…" Yuuri tried desperately to pull his sanity to the forefront of his thoughts. He felt himself quickly losing his last bit of reason as he drowned in the feeling of his lover's body.
A voice susurrated in his ear, "Ah, we can't have that. Here, krasavets, I'll make sure your cum doesn't make a mess on your clothes." And before Yuuri could process what was happening, his fiancé was kneeling at the ground in front of him, wrapping his lips around Yuuri's cock.
Instinctively, Yuuri fisted his hands into the curtain of soft hair by his hips. Victor took his mouth off and scolded gently, "Now, now, you were the one who was worried about the yukata. Hold yours out of the way so I don't get anything on it."
With trembling hands, Yuuri obeyed, moving his grip to the edges of his robe instead. "Do you know how to retie it?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, sure." As Victor returned his mouth to its former place, Yuuri rested his closed hands on top of his lover's shoulders, trying desperately to find some sort of solid anchor against the onslaught of pleasure.
At first Victor started with long, slow movements, not putting too much pressure into his motions. He seemed to be aiming to tease his fiancé for as long as possible. Yuuri groaned in frustration and tapped one finger onto Victor's shoulder.
Without removing his mouth, Victor flicked his eyes upwards. "Hmm?"
Yuuri shuddered. That look was dangerous in its own way. But it still wasn't enough. "Vitya, I…I need more."
His lover hummed in acknowledgement. But instead of increasing the intensity of his mouth, he reached one hand up and lightly grasped Yuuri's balls.
The younger man yelped at the contact, taken aback despite himself. His body pitched forward, and he was caught by an arm coming up around his back. He thought that Victor was going to straighten him upright, but instead the arm pulled him forwards until he was resting his entire torso on his partner. He was left clinging helplessly to his fiancé as Victor squeezed gently and bobbed his head up and down, finally offering a little of the pressure he had been craving.
Yuuri gasped for breath, mouth open, as Victor slammed his head down to what felt like an impossible depth. The tip of his tongue poked out from beneath his bottom lip, sliding across the top of Yuuri's balls.
Any last attempts he had been making to support his own weight were gone. Yuuri collapsed fully against his lover, surrendering his body to the sensations he was receiving. He felt like he was being swallowed up. Doggedly, he tried to delay his orgasm, wanting to extend the feeling for just a little longer. But in the end, his lover was simply too good. On a particularly deep dip of the head, Yuuri felt his balls tighten in his fiancé's grip. He ground out, "I'm…coming!" His loose body tightened up all its muscles at once, spasming as he unloaded his seed.
As the waves abated, he was left feeling almost loopy from the release. He watched dazedly as Victor stood up, pushing Yuuri gently until his back was against a tree. Gratefully, Yuuri leaned his weight on it. Victor then untied the front of his own yukata, and Yuuri noted dimly that he wasn't wearing anything underneath it. But as he was considering issuing an admonishment, Victor parted his lips and allowed the semen inside to pool into his waiting hand.
Yuuri's mouth fell open at the sight, his attention restored as Victor brought the hand to his erection and slowly rubbed it all along his length. As his stark blue eyes raised up to meet his lover's gaze, Yuuri stammered out, "Vitya, are you crazy? We can't get the yukata dirty!
"It's okay, lyubov moya. I'll make sure that all of my cum goes inside of you so it doesn't get messy." He used his clean hand to raise one of Yuuri's legs, folding it up so that it hooked over his elbow. He reached his hand to Yuuri's entrance, and slowly slid one finger inside.
Clenching his teeth against the invasion, Yuuri hissed, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Why wouldn't it be, lyubimiy? I'll make sure that I don't take too long to finish so that your cum doesn't dry out. Not that it's ever hard for me to finish with you. My problem is resisting your sexiness so I can last long enough to make you feel good with me."
He gave a dangerous smirk that sent a warm rush throughout Yuuri's body. The Japanese man murmured, "That look should be illegal."
"Why? You like it." Victor leaned forward to kiss his fiancé as he pushed another finger inside.
"That's enough. Get inside of me."
The blue eyes flashed dangerously in the dark. "If you insist. I can never tell you no, dorogoi." As Victor pressed his head into position, Yuuri grabbed handfuls of his yukata and flung his arms around his lover's neck, hoping desperately that this meager defense would save his clothes.
His worries faded away as soon as he was entered. Victor inched his way in slowly, probably trying his best to be gentle in the absence of any actual lube. He eventually worked himself inside and looked at his fiancé. "It's all in."
The moment the words were out of his mouth, the sky above the trees lit up a shining gold, punctuated by the boom of an explosion. Yuuri was awarded a clear look at the lust and love in his partner's eyes until the light faded and was replaced with an ethereal blue.
Victor laughed as the fireworks began in earnest, fading from one color to the next. "Wow, we're just so compatible that we make fireworks together."
Yuuri stared at his crazy man for a second, then joined in his laughter. "You're such a weirdo."
"Yeah, but I'm your weirdo."
"Yep." Yuuri pressed his lips to the side of Victor's neck in affection. The gesture seemed to wake his lover. Victor pulled his length partially out of Yuuri's hole and began making shallow thrusts.
He could tell that Victor was trying to be overly careful since they were outside without any proper accommodations for sex. But he found himself getting impatient with the slow pace. Whining, he lifted himself up onto the toes of the leg that was still on the ground, taking his mouth off of the skin in front of him in order to beg, "I need it faster. This isn't fair, teasing me like this."
The motions stopped, and Victor said in a baited voice, "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"I promise I'll tell you if I need you to stop. But right now, I really need you more than this." He jiggled up and down on his foot to emphasize his point.
Victor responded, sweeping up his lover's leg and cupping his hands around Yuuri's ass for support. He growled, "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Yuuri felt his entrance twitch in anticipation. The movement was answered by his fiancé's cock pulsing. Then it began thrusting, much firmer than before. Yuuri clenched his teeth and buried his face into Victor's shoulder. The speed increased, and the Japanese man found himself grunting along with the rhythm beating inside of him.
It still wasn't enough. Victor was still trying to be soft, clearly holding on to his concern for his partner's body. Yuuri placed his mouth next to Victor's ear and gritted out, "Deeper. I want to come again."
Finally, his words had the desired effect. Fingers dug into his ass and the dick inside of him began pressing insistently with each stroke, as if searching for hidden pleasure as it raked over his prostate. Victor raised his voice over the show lighting up the sky to say, "I'm glad that the fireworks are loud. Otherwise if there was anyone else nearby, they would definitely hear the sounds your ass is making as it sucks me in. And I don't want to share that."
Yuuri gasped, attention drawn to the erotic squelching noises formed by their coupling. He felt himself clench, and then his cock was overflowing as he came again. The muscles inside of him tightened as well, hastening his partner's simultaneous release.
When his body had quieted down, Yuuri leaned his head back against the tree to take in his fiancé. Victor stared back, and pressed his length against his lover, saying, "Make sure to keep it all in. You said you didn't want to get the yukata dirty."
Yuuri nodded weakly. Victor pushed his dick a couple more times, and then the fireworks slowly died away. He withdrew, laughing. "See, we started the fireworks and now we finished them. We need to be careful about outdoor sex from now on. We don't want to burn down any buildings with stray fireworks."
As his legs were set back on the ground, Yuuri couldn't help laughing along.
The next day, Yuuri trailed reluctantly behind his fiancé as they entered the yukata rental shop. The woman who had given them the yukatas the previous day came to the counter and asked in a bright voice, "Are you here to return your rental?"
Yuuri felt his face flush as Victor responded with equal perkiness, "Actually, we need to purchase them."
The woman's expression flickered. "Oh. We usually have different items available for sale. Are you sure you don't want to return the ones you rented and then select others for purchase?"
"No, I'm very sure. We would like the ones we have already. A bit of a cleaning issue, you see."
"Vitya!" Mortified, Yuuri grabbed onto the other man's arm to stop him from becoming explicit.
Luckily, the saleswoman seemed unfazed. "I will go retrieve the purchase paperwork, then." She bustled away from the counter, and Yuuri rounded on his fiancé.
In a furious whisper he hissed, "Are you crazy? You can't tell her that we ruined them by having sex in them!"
"Solnyshko, I wasn't going to. Besides, I don't think they're ruined. A good dry cleaner should be able to fix them up."
"I knew it was a bad idea," Yuuri grumbled. "We ended up with cum all over the inside of both of the yukata, and you got it all over my ass from where you held me up! And then you couldn't remember how to tie them back again!"
Looking almost proud of himself, Victor answered, "Then it's a good thing that I had my beautiful, capable fiancé, isn't it?" He kissed the corner of Yuuri's eye and gave him a winning smile that almost made the Japanese man want to offer some forgiveness. Then Victor added, "I really hope they can be dry cleaned well. I want to come back to this festival next year. Let's face it, without us, how will they have their fireworks?"