I'm back! Well it's seems as if I have new motivation for this story because I'm really fast producing these chapters. But I'm glad people have been enjoying this little fic of mine. But things are going to start getting real steamy up in here. Enjoy the third chapter!


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Yuuri struggled through the rest of practice. His mind wasn't on the ice; it was thinking about the pleasure of Viktor putting his hands on him. It was thinking of Viktor touching him in the area that showed obvious desire to be pleased. His sweatpants weren't doing a good job concealing his arousal. Just seeing Viktor standing there was challenging enough. Every time he looked at the blonde, all he seemed to picture, was the lewd images from last night. And every flash, every glimpse of those thoughts, pushed Yuuri closer to giving into his urges.

He knew that Viktor could tell. Just by the way he was behaving. He tried not to make it obvious that Viktor himself was the reason behind his rather strange behavior. He landed every jump that was expected of him. Every step was done perfectly.

Yet still; the problem at hand was evident. Yuuri was in little control of his thoughts. The arousal grew more. He didn't know how to distract himself. The erection just wouldn't disappear. It gave the same subtle throb that made Yuuri go to that sinful place. Seeing Viktor's face wasn't helping. Especially from what happened earlier. It repeated in his mind over and over. It would not let up. He tried pulling his jacket over the area but it wouldn't stay.

"Yuuri, you really seem like you're not fully here; I think we should just take a break and head back. Hey, Yuuri!"

Again, Viktor's voice interrupts the other man's daze.

"Ah y-yes Viktor?"

"I said that we should probably head back for a while and take a break. Is that okay?"

Yuuri doesn't face the man in front of him. "Um... er y-yeah, th-that's okay with me."

The pair headed back to their hotel. Once Viktor went into his room, Yuuri did the same, closing and locking the door behind him. He leans against the door, face flushed of all color except red. The blood rushes to the area below. He puts a hand against his forehead and just stands there.

"Why does this keep happening! What is wrong with me... he didn't even do anything and I'm already..." He looks at the erection standing proud through the black sweatpants. He felt the same tingle as before.

His mind still replayed what happened earlier. Even bits of last night crossed his sight. It wasn't like Yuuri hadn't been teased by the older man before; so what was it about what he'd done that made this possible? What made this time different from any other?

There was no avoiding it this time. The hidden arousal started to come out. The room grew hot—Yuuri's breathing trying to catch up with his racing heartbeat. It was the middle of the day and his body already began its slow shut-down. The images of Viktor came in waves.

No... not again I

The younger man felt himself falling deeper into that feeling—his body reluctantly giving into those thoughts of the blonde.

Feel it all over again... th-this is too much...

Yuuri forced his shaking legs to drag him to the bed. He flops down—body still steaming—fighting the incessant urge to please himself. It seemed as if the bed also brought back the memories. How desperately his body yearned to just get that pleasure again. Slowly it took over his mind—an ache traveled through his body that wouldn't relent.

I-I can't... I just can't... again I, Yuuri gradually let one hand drift past his upper body. He just wanted to imitate the same pleasure Viktor's hands gave him.

The sensitivity kicked in. Every movement sent chills throughout his body. It was no use. No matter what he did, his mind wouldn't go anywhere. He had his eyes set on one thing. And it was the person he wanted most.

Yuuri's body couldn't wait any longer. If it did, he felt that he might just explode.

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It hadn't been long before Viktor started hearing the sounds of Yuuri pleasuring himself in the other room. Viktor was surprised; but only just a little. Based on what Viktor did to him at the rink—it was oblivious to say that he didn't think it would happen. Granted that it would happen this early in the day. However that didn't matter. What did matter is that Viktor's actions turned on the younger man so much that he chose to do such a lascivious thing.

And it was mesmerizing. The chorus of moans rang in his ears as Yuuri got louder. The bed made that same noise as his body moved around. Viktor could hear his name passing Yuuri's lips expressing so much desperation. It would be different this time. Viktor wasn't going to sit idly and wait until he finished.

No. He would indulge himself in that same want. That same anxiousness. He felt that it was his job to do so. The blonde never even touched his bed. He stood at the door waiting patiently for Yuuri to start. He exited the room and stood quietly in front of Yuuri's door. Still he heard the familiar pants and shy groans that graced his ears just a few moments before.

He tries the knob. He finds it, unsurprisingly, locked from the inside.

Viktor laughs within himself. Yuuri attempted to keep Viktor from knowing that he was doing such a thing. But it wouldn't stop him from coming in.

He takes out a spare key he managed to snatch from Yuuri's hand while he wasn't paying attention. It's very common for Viktor to burst in on his trainee so he had to be prepared. He slides the key into the lock. It ticks in response; the light atop it celebrating his success.

Slowly the blonde opens the door finding Yuuri draped across the bed, hand on his erection, moaning away his lust. Viktor would have pounced on him then and there—yet he didn't want to ruin the moment—for it would cause Yuuri to lose his focus. The door just barely creaks open and Viktor slides his way through the crack. He silently closes the door behind him and sets the key on a table adjacent to the door.

Truly what a sight it is to see. Yuuri, writhing around in front of him, pants halfway down his waists; rubbing his erection with no haste at all, completely unaware that someone was watching him.

"Ahh... Viktor! Viktor... mmngh!"

"—Yes, Yuuri?"

Yuuri's eyes snap open and head lifts to hearing a voice foreign to his own. Standing in the middle of the room was the person he begged for and he didn't know what else to say.

"Vi-Viktor! Ahh, I-I wasn't—"

"Oh, no need to be shy. Please, keep going; I'd love to see more." Viktor climbs on top of Yuuri, rubbing his left hand on the matching thigh.

Yuuri moans to hands on his body that aren't his. He watches Viktor's hands caress his body. Hypersensitivity begins to set in on him. The blonde kisses the younger man's neck sliding the other hand to the area down below. He dabs his finger in Yuuri's precum. He takes it and pushes it into Yuuri, as he scoots back, running from the sensation creeping up his lower back. Yuuri's ass clenched around the finger, and his body squirmed at the feeling.

"Aah! Mmnh! Viktor... w-wait! Ahh!"

"I'm sorry Yuuri; tell me, what exactly should I be waiting for at this moment? You seem to be enjoying yourself."

"This... i-isn't what it looks like—I, aah!"

Viktor almost laughs. "Oh, then what is it Yuuri?"

"I didn't w-want to, mmgh! I swear... ahh..."

"Well it's a good thing that you did, hmm?"

Yuuri gasps at Viktor's expertly moving finger inside him. "Ahh! V-Viktor—d-don't say things like that..."

Viktor pries deeper; hitting that spot in him over and over again. Yuuri groans Viktor's name each time he feels the finger prod in him. Orgasm welled up deep within Yuuri, and he does nothing to hide the brimming climax. Unknowingly, he's begun to grind his hips, shielding his face from the sight in front of him.

"Yuuri don't hide from me. Let me see that cute face of yours."

"N-no... Viktor... it's embarrassing! Haah!"

Viktor didn't want to hear that. He pulls the hands from Yuuri's face; and almost lost it at the sight of his erotic expression. Yuuri's glasses were completely tipped, eyes glossed over and face completely red. Tears welled up at his eyelids—mouth hung open.

His body jerks and shakes—rather violently—to his pleasure. He squeals Viktor's name in bliss, the blonde looking on in pure amazement. It was resplendent. Seeing Yuuri go this far made the blonde want even more. The semen lands on Yuuri's chest just up to his neck.

Viktor takes a finger and tastes it. There was no denying that Viktor was captivated. He wanted more of this dissheveled Yuuri. Even if it took all day he would get what he wanted.

Yuuri breathes through his orgasm. He looks to Viktor some ounce of mercy. "Vik-Viktor... I don't think that I can..."

"I'm not done with you yet. I'll be sure that you'll never forget this moment."


The third chapter is finished! Now, I hope you enjoyed this sincerely, but alas! We aren't finished. This scene still has to go on. You'll probably see the next chapter tomorrow if I have the time. In all seriousness, though I do hope you enjoyed your read.

See you for the last chapter,

Rhye.