So, I lied about this story being finished. Yuri on Ice new episode came out today and literally took my breath away. But that's not the only reason. I wanted to continue it into four chapters and then I'd be done. So, now, we're going to dive into sin okay. Thanks and enjoy.
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It was late. That's all Viktor knew as he opened his eyes seeing nothing but the moon shine through the blinds in his room. He sits up in bed rubbing crust from around his eyelids. He didn't bother to check and see what time it was. He just knew that he shouldn't have been up because he had to be up and ready later on that day for Yuuri's practice. He needed to be fully aware. He can't help but shake the feeling that him waking up is more than mere coincidence. He pulls the covers from over himself and rests on the side of the bed. He's still not fully conscious as his blinks are slow and dazed. Yes, there is tiredness, but he can't find the means to go back to sleep.
The blonde leans back, flopping on his bed, arms spread across the sheets. It almost made him wonder. Until that is... he hears a peculiar noise coming from the other side of the wall. It starts off muffled and then it grows into a soft hum that laces his ears with curiosity. It almost sounds like someone talking. Mumbling at the most. He takes his time sitting up so he won't distract himself.
"Huh, what is that at this time of night?" He takes his hair and places it behind his ear to listen closer.
The dull thumps from the bed next door. The bed creaking and moving. What could that be? The only person next to him was Yuuri. And the younger man usually sleeps quite peacefully around this time. He listens intently.
"Ahh... ahh!"
The muffled voice let a few moans escape. Viktor's eyes opened wide, completely surprised at what he was hearing. It was astonishing how much the voice resembled...
"...Yuuri?"
He finally placed the puzzle pieces together. He heard Yuuri—he couldn't deny the voice he heard nearly every day. However it was different. He sounded so... desperate. That voice was so seductive that Viktor's lower body couldn't contain the excitement. The hard-on peeked its way through his pants. It almost made him shiver from how beautiful Yuuri sounded.
The moans only grew louder. Prouder and bolder, like the jet-haired man wanted Viktor to hear what he was doing to himself in there. It was blissful. A slight desire to hear more took over the blonde. The bed next door hit the wall almost as if Yuuri mashed his body against the frame. The husky grunts bloomed in Viktor's ears. It was true passion. Desperation and desire.
The erection Viktor gained throbbed incessantly, twitching in the pants, forcing him to cup it with a free hand. He couldn't lose it. He needed to savor it. The more he eavesdropped the better it became. That pleasure he got from hearing Yuuri's slightly raspy voice give into unchaste behavior. It was phenomenal.
Viktor thought the surprises would slowly wane so that he could calm down. But the words that exited Yuuri's mouth next sent chills through his spine.
"Vik...tor! Ahh... Viktor!"
Each time Yuuri moaned, gasped, sighed or just even whispered the blonde's name pushed him closer to bursting down his door and taking him. But he had to leave him. He wanted to leave Yuuri to do his deed.
The groans turned anxious. Yuuri's breathing labored—the moans escaping his mouth even more lustful. He sounded close to release. The bed creaked more. His body seemed to writhe about.
"Viktor... ahh! I can't... Viktor!"
Viktor's hard-on pulsed angrily. Hearing Yuuri cry out to him... knowing that he was on Yuuri's mind like this—he couldn't help but get even harder. It drove him mad that he couldn't be there to witness but to only hear. It couldn't have been less aggravating to know that he couldn't join.
A few moans later Yuuri let a few sloppy whispers escape his mouth. He seemed to have climaxed. The way Viktor felt—he'd have to torture Yuuri. It was the only way he could hear it again.
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The next morning came about. Viktor had a hard time sleeping due to his erection. He did nothing to sate his desire to hear Yuuri's voice squealing his name. But he thought teasing Yuuri may bring him closer to performing that lewd act again.
It was Viktor's guilty pleasure. He couldn't help but indulge himself in the younger man. He has a good reason to feel that way as well. It wasn't just about observing Yuuri—it was actually looking—paying attention to every aspect on that slender body of his. Viktor knows that his body type is different from most ice skaters his age.
Yuuri is tall. Surprisingly he has more stamina than most other skaters, performing the most tiring quads, and still having the energy to go for more. Since he gained weight and lost it in the same breath; his body takes on a bit of a bulky appearance due to the balance of muscle and fat. His skin—most definitely his skin—had this tan glow when he took to the ice. His deep brown eyes are mesmerizing behind those glasses that compliment his round face.
Watching him practice is just amusing itself. Especially for what Viktor had in store for his trainee. He wanted to see how far he could push the boundary until Yuuri snapped again.
Viktor quietly watches Yuuri practice the sequence that was given to him. He can already hint that he isn't very focused. He's obviously very flustered.
Yuuri tries a triple Salchow. He over-rotates and ends up slipping. Viktor takes it upon himself to check on his trainee.
"Yuuri. You're usually landing the Salchow even in practice. Is something the matter?"
Yuuri doesn't even look up into Viktor's somewhat concerned eyes. For just a moment did he glance up, to the side, then down at his skates. The air around him takes on that of awkwardness. Yuuri keeps sending these signals that he's bothered. Yet, to protect himself, the younger man acts as if nothing is happening. Which is very much like him.
"—I-It's nothing... I'm just a little t-tired. You've been working me so hard; things are becoming a little stressful."
The blonde very well knew what was going on in Yuuri's head—the younger man none wiser to what Viktor knew.
"Do you need someone to help you sleep at night? I'd be a great service to you... that is, if you'd let me in."
Viktor leaps in for an opportunity. He slides around Yuuri, holding him from behind. The jet-haired man stands there in disbelief. Viktor leans in close to the side of Yuuri's head. He takes in the scent of Yuuri's hair.
Yuuri stammers, "Vik-Viktor what're you saying right now?"
"Yuuri... give me all of you. Show me what your real desire is. I'd love to see this passion on the ice. I know you're thinking about something in there. But I need you to focus on me... Give me your desperation. All those pent up emotions I'll take them if you'll just let me."
"You-you're saying such weird things... you know I think we're both tired," Yuuri creates this forced laughter that almost seemed painful to push out. "We should probably just call it a day, d-don't you think, ahaa..."
Viktor takes his hand and runs it up the side of Yuuri's body. He hears the younger man hold his breath.
"W-wait, Viktor no! You can't—"
He runs his hands all over Yuuri's body. Yuuri holds in the groan that dares escape his mouth.
"—p-please Viktor no..."
Viktor reveled in the sight. He simply loved seeing Yuuri unable to control himself. To see him flustered with the idea of him touching him. It's as if it were when they first met all over again. Yuuri being so unused to touch that he ran from it—and ran from it he did. He pleaded the blonde to stop. But it was something in Yuuri that Viktor saw; in those beautiful brown orbs, it was more than just his need to hear his voice. It was to see him become his.
"Viktor! This is embarrassing... p-please stop this..."
Viktor could see it Yuuri's eyes. Even the simplest of touch was just enough. Just enough to take him back to that bedroom. Where he laid there and submitted to those thoughts of Viktor. The blonde continued to tease Yuuri. Yuuri almost felt powerless. He barely had strength to fight the arousal rising deep within him. Coming to practice was difficult enough; thinking of Viktor in the most lewd way possible was nearly the only thing Yuuri saw. He had no time to recover.
Viktor leans in close, lips brushing past those foreign to his own—watching the other man's face turn crimson. He stays there looking into Yuuri's eyes as he melts. The darker haired man shakes. His breathing is all over the place.
"Show me, Yuuri."
Viktor utters that phrase that has Yuuri frozen there in some sort of trance. Viktor knew that he had him then. It did not matter if Yuuri resisted. He would ultimately win that beautiful spot in his bedroom. To see the sight of Yuuri submitting to him.
The blonde backs away from Yuuri and quickly regains that cheeky smile on his face.
"Now, shall we begin or do you need more motivation?"
The voice rattles the younger man's skull to knock him out of that daze.
"A-ah, y-yes Viktor I'm ready to start again..."
It was only a matter of waiting patiently. Besides that anxious feeling. He just had to wait.
Alrighty now. Second chapter is done. You should see the next chapter sometime this week. Yeah it's going to get real... if you haven't noticed I enjoy cliffies. So yeah. Thanks for reading.
See yah,
Rhye.
