It all started when Chris decided to visit. As he was Viktor's best friend it was not unusual for him to fly from his home-rink when he had enough time but it was the first time he ever came to Russia since Viktor started living together with Yuuri and that changed things a bit. They began drinking at home and knowing Yuuri couldn't handle his alcohol he insisted on him taking shots along them until he was a hot mess and then went to a club where they danced their asses off and had even more to drink. The older men had training in this field so when the Japanese felt the room beginning to spin he found a chair at a bar and gulped, feeling his throat dry.
The bartender said something to him but the loud music didn't help his understanding so he continued to stare at his fiancé who was dancing and laughing with the Swiss skater. They were both dressed nicely – Christophe being very outstanding and lascivious like always and their bodies were moving around each other naturally, familiarly. It was nice to see them interacting, it made Yuuri glad to know that Viktor had someone to support him over the years.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and felt like he was going to be sick but tried to breathe, just in time for the silver-haired man to come closer and wrap his arms around him. He was smelling heavily of alcohol but that didn't bother Yuuri as much as the stares they received did. It was not that he was ashamed but it was dangerous to display this kind of affection at night in Russia.
"You're okay, solnyshko?" Viktor shouted and Yuuri hesitated before shaking his head and began to feel guilty. He needed to get home as soon as possible so when Chris suggested they should go back he felt relieved. They got outside and called for a cab and soon they were back to the apartment where Yuuri didn't waste any time to undress or get his shoes off and sprinted to the bathroom where he fell to his knees.
"Viktor" he heard Chris calling and soon his lover was by his side, rubbing his back as he was throwing up everything they had for dinner. Soon he his stomach was contracting around nothing and he continued to heave his gastric juice, resting his cheek against the cold edge of the toilet.
"It's okay, love, you're okay" Viktor cooed gently and Yuuri nodded, gulping air. "Chris!" He shouted and he heard steps. "Bring water" When he was handed the glass of water he got his head up so he could drink.
"Small sips" Was Chris's advice and he felt his body being pulled apart from the toilet, making him uncomfortable. He relaxed when he felt a familiar warmth and smell around him and he wrapped his arms around Viktor's neck, trying to slow down his breathing.
"I'll take you to bed, love"
"No" Yuuri gasped and Viktor stopped on the hall. "The livingroom with you" He mumbled like a small child, knowing he wasn't going to be refused.
"But you'll lie down" He nodded slowly and soon he was on the sofa, a blanket over him and a fluffy Makkachin by his side, keeping him warm. He was still dizzy and his stomach hurt so he sipped more water and tried to keep as still as possible while the other two men were at the bar, preparing some type of cocktail. They were not as tipsy as he was so they wanted to continue and catch up with everything that happened since they last saw each other. Of course they were talking daily over Skype or messages but it was not the same as the real deal.
Yuuri decided to close his eyes for a bit and hugging Makka close to his chest he fell asleep, calming his entire physic. He had an agitated dream, something he couldn't quite remember but it was sure something that made him wake up anxious and look around scared, calming down at the soft snore of Viktor's poodle. The light was still on and he needed a few seconds to hear the other men's voices whispering.
The reason why they were not talking normally was because Viktor insisted they kept quiet so Yuuri could sleep but they didn't realize they weren't as quiet as they imagined and that was because of the haze of Vodka.
"So what about the sex?" Chris's voice was slurred and at the question Yuuri rose his eyebrows, waiting for the answer and trying to keep quiet. Viktor chuckled.
"No sex" There was a pause in which he could imagine Chris's shocked face.
"You – Viktor Nikiforov" He could hear a slap – probably a face-palm. "You don't have sex with your fiancé" The Russian nodded happily and poured himself some more alcohol, enjoying the expression on his friend's face. "How? Why?"
"Because I'm in love, Chris" Viktor sighed and took a big gulp out of his drink.
"How much it has been?" Since he had sex? "It must be over half a year since you started coaching him" Viktor nodded, amused and Chris gasped, getting off the chair where he was sitting and resting both hands on the table. "You abstained for half a year! You!?"
"You're saying that as if I was a whore all my life" His tone was amused but it made Yuuri feel a cold shiver down his spine at the matter.
"Vitya~" Chris whined and licked his lips, watching the man in front of him seriously. "I know you very well…" There was something implied in those words and brown eyes shut at the thought of Chris and Viktor together. Another chuckle.
"I'm honesty so happy I haven't given it much thought. We're living together for a little over two months" He was sounding rational but Chris's frown told otherwise. "When he'll be ready he'll come to me, I won't pressure him" The bi-color-haired man finished his drink while looking straight in Viktor's icy blue eyes.
"I'm happy for you" His plump lips formed a smile and then they changed the subject, talking about Chris's mysterious man. Yuuri buried his face in the pillow once the conversation ended and did his best not to groan in frustration. As much as he wanted to stay up a little more he fell asleep with thoughts running wildly in his head and making dangerously loud noises. He held onto Makkachin as if his life depended on it so when the dog decided to leave at some point, he woke up confused because he felt weight that was not his pressed against him.
He raised his head to see Viktor was half on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around his middle and his head resting on his shoulder. By the way the room was lighted it must've been around noon but he didn't have the heart to wake up the Russian just yet so he gently ran his fingers on top of the hand that was clinging onto him, trying not to wince at the severe headache. His bladder began to kill him so when he felt Viktor shifting he breathed relieved and proceeded to get up.
"Whe're you goin'?" Viktor mumbled and Yuuri smiled at the innocence with which he rubbed his eyes while pouting.
"Bathroom, I'll be back in a bit" The silver-haired man rested back on the pillow and groaned. On his way to the bathroom he saw Chris was sleeping like a starfish in their bedroom and he did his best not to wake the man when he placed his much-needed advil on the nightstand. He took some to the livingroom for Viktor too after he had his and then happily cuddled back next to him so now his face was buried into the other's neck. He was smelling of expensive cologne and alcohol and his skin was warm under the layers of clothing that were separating them.
"Yuuri?" His voice was hoarse.
"Hmm?" Was the reply.
"I want to stay like this all day. I'll die if you get up" That was so dramatic that the younger man had to laugh and roll his eyes.
"You won't die" Viktor nodded, continuing his idea. "You're such a crybaby"
"But you love me" He couldn't deny that – it was a fact. The day went out as smoothly as possible with the three of them having a hangover and in the evening they saw Chris off; he was only there for a weekend after all and the weekend was over, thankfully for everyone's livers.
That conversation remained stuck inside Yuuri's head for a lot more than he wanted it to. His skating was so good because he brought his feelings into it so when this problem began to eat him from the inside it was shown on the ice too and his performances were mostly sloppy. It wasn't that bad but it was still obvious something was wrong, not that anyone pushed him to say what was on his mind. Everyone knew Yuuri was a sensible guy and the fact that he just moved in another country and on another continent made them act a bit cautious around him.
After a rough day training the only thing he wanted was a shower so as soon as they got home he let Viktor handle the dinner – which was of course, ordering take-out. He washed himself properly and while he was rinsing his body Chris's voice began to roam through his brain, making him close his eyes and groan in frustration. It was not really that he never thought of having sex with Viktor; of course he did, he was human. The problem was that his partner, as wicked as he was in public was a soft kitten during their time alone. Of course he has made some jokes here and there to tease him and see him blush but nothing serious. He brushed his wet hair with his fingers and sighed. Was he not attractive enough for Viktor? He gulped and shook his head – no, he was just considerate of the fact that Yuuri was inexperienced. But he wanted this, he wanted Viktor to be his first no matter what was going to happen with them both.
When he got out of the shower it was Viktor's turn to take his and get his night routine done, while Yuuri greeted the man who was supposed to bring them their Thai food. He put everything on the coffee table in front of the sofa where they usually ate Saturday night while watching TV. Viktor was usually picking something in English so they both could understand so this time it was an old movie they watched distracted while having their dinner. Once they were finished Yuuri offered to clean up so Viktor went to brush his teeth and then snuggle in bed. He was exhausted because of the practice and all he wanted was to cuddle with Yuuri and sleep as long as he could.
"Yuuri!" He whined when he saw his lover was still not coming. "Come to bed, I'm sleepy"
In the kitchen Yuuri rolled his eyes smiling but hurried towards the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why don't you go to sleep then?" His tone was teasingly and it made Viktor stretch so he could grab Yuuri's hand and pull him down.
"Because I can't sleep well without my Yuuri" he pouted and wrapped his arms around the other's man body, pressing his cheek against his shoulder. The Japanese smiled indulgently but shifted so he could wrap his arms around Viktor too, holding tightly onto him.
"You're so spoiled" He whispered into silver hair and could almost feel Viktor's lips forming a smile.
"I like to be spoiled by you. " They fell asleep embraced because they were that tired and Viktor was the first to wake up in the morning, smiling as soon as he saw his lover's slightly opened mouth and the drool on his pillow. They somehow ended sleeping on Yuuri's pillow every night, not that he minded; he loved the closeness even in his sleep. His fiancé's hair, longer now, was all over the place, slightly curly and his cheeks were a little puffed, something he realized it happened each morning. He struggled to get his phone from his nightstand, smiling when he felt Yuuri's grasp tighten on him. He snapped a picture of his lover and after a few seconds decided to post it on Instagram with the caption: #gorgeous #sleepylover #ilovehimsomuch. He knew Yuuri was going to threaten to murder him but it was not the first time he did such thing.
He cuddled back in his former place and stood like that until the younger skater woke up and widened his eyes when he saw he was watched. He turned red.
"Viktor" he groaned in his pillow as he hid half his face. The said man grinned and then went closer to press a loving kiss on his temple.
"Good morning, zoloste!" They remained still for a little until Yuuri groggily got up and went to prepare coffee after using the bathroom.
"What do you want to do today?" Viktor asked as he swiped through his Instagram bored. They haven't made real plans for today because they've been so busy during the entire week. Yuuri was by the window, looking at the bad weather outside.
"I wanna stay in bed all day" He mumbled sipping on his hot drink and Viktor smiled, putting his phone down.
"Okay" The silver haired skater went closer to wrap his arms around his katsudon. "Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" Yuuri's cheeks heated and he left his cup down, turning around to hug his lover.
"Stop" he mumbled and Viktor chuckled, grabbing his chin so he could force him look him in the eye.
"You're so beautiful, Yuu~ri" Their lips met in a gentle kiss that Yuuri prolonged, inviting the Russian's tongue inside by parting his lips. Their lips tasted of Viktor's expensive lip balm and suddenly the brunet found himself lifted off the ground and he parted, unsure of what to do.
"Let me down" he said hurried and yearned a chuckle and a loving peck.
They ended up binge-watching Yuuri's favorite series in the bedroom, Yuuri on Viktor's lap. They took a pause after the fourth episode in which they decided to bring some snacks inn bed. Sunday was their cheating day but they never exaggerated in that way. During the fifth episode Viktor got bored – unlike Yuuri, he was not the type who could spend all his time with his eyes locked on a screen so he began to fuss and shift around, getting distracted by anything. He began playing with Makkachin, rubbing her belly lovingly and then he checked his Instagram, amused by the comments he received on that photo. He knew Yuuri haven't seen it yet because he said nothing. He chuckled at Yuri's comment: "STP IT, U R ANNOYING!" He could almost hear the yells. He didn't realize when his lover paused the episode.
"You're bored, aren't you?" The Japanese sighed and Viktor left the phone down, frowning because he was right but he didn't want to admit. He finally nodded and Yuuri chuckled at the cuteness, closing the laptop and putting it aside. Makkachin jumped off the bed and ran towards the living room, making both of them chuckle at the sudden movement.
"We scared the poor baby" Viktor said amused and Yuuri nodded, going closer to nuzzle his nose against the other man's. "Yuu~ri" he sang and the other made a questioning sound. The Russian grinned. "What are you doing?"
"I want to kiss you, Viktor" he whispered shyly and the latter gulped, nodding expectantly. Kissing Yuuri was his new obsession, he liked to do it as often as possible and he liked to savor him, enjoying even the way his lips were tingly and swollen after a make-out session. He liked to feel the warmth of the other, the intimacy of the act – it made him feel loved. After a while they parted, their heavy breaths the only sounds in the room and Viktor wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingers. He would have wanted another kiss but Yuuri's face turned pink as he crawled closer to him, looking something between embarrassed and seductive. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard that it almost drew blood, not sure how he should react.
"Yuuri?"
"I want to" He gulped, flustered. "I want us to…" His face got a deeper shade of pink and Viktor's heart skipped a beat, his brain processing what was going on. He felt his own cheeks and ears heating and his throat dried.
"Solnyshko…" he tried, his voice a little too hoarse for his intention. He wanted to make love to Yuuri, of course he did, ever since the day he's seen him skating to "Eros" but he didn't want to push him or have him regret it later. His hand rested against his fiancé's burning cheek, his ring shining in the natural light. "Are you sure?"
"I want it to be with you" Yuuri's voice was so small it was barely audible and Viktor wondered if his heart could handle more of this cuteness so he cupped the tomato face in front of him and pulled his lover in a slow kiss, making him adjust on his lap. Their tongues slowly brushed against each other and Yuuri moaned into his mouth, making his pants uncomfortable. It was not the first time he was getting hard during a kiss but before he chose to just ignore his erection and continue doing what he was doing before. Yuuri gasped surprised at the feeling of Viktor's half-hard member against him and parted, licking his lips before looking into cerulean eyes and leaning for another one while gently grinding his hips, trying to satisfy his own growing erection by getting some friction.
Yuuri's skin was burn everywhere Viktor's fingers were touching and he whimpered once his hands settled for his hips, encouraging him to move faster. The movements became longer and faster and Viktor moaned himself, retreating his tongue so he could trail open-mouthed kisses along Yuuri's jaw and neck. He stopped at the revealed collar bones and sucked on them, enjoying the way the skin reddened under his ministrations. He wanted everyone to know this beautiful man was his.
"Viktor" he whimpered and threw his head back, pushing his chest further into the touch.
"Your shirt" Viktor gasped. "Let me take it off" When he saw the hesitation he smiled sweetly. "I'll take mine off first" He did as he told and saw Yuuri stare, which was funny because it was definitely not the first time they've seen each other naked. It was the first time they were in a sexual context. His fingers fumbled with the shirt of his lovely katsudon and soon they were both topless, touching away each other's defined muscles. Yuuri ended up on his back, Viktor on top of him, his tongue sucking love bites all over his neck and chest. His skin was smooth and pale and it made the Russian want to kiss it all over, which he did anyway, making the man squirm under his ministrations.
"Viktor – ah" he whimpered when his lover's mouth closed on his nipple, making his member harden further. He closed his eyes, unable to look at the lewd expression on his partner's face.
"You're so beautiful, Yuuri" He hummed against his skin, his fingers trailing down his abdomen, towards his sweatpants.
"No" The Japanese mumbled, feeling his pants being tugged down his hips.
"Yes, lyubov moy, so beautiful" He kissed the soft skin of the belly in front of him and he felt the hard member through the black material of Yuuri's boxers. "Perfect" he continued and licked his way down to the pelvis, waiting for the confirmation that he could keep going.
"You first" The Russian stepped back and made a mini sensual dance before winking and undressing his pants along his boxers, crawling back with itching fingers. He wanted to see Yuuri, he wanted to taste him, to make love to him.
"Now can I?" The brunet nodded, shyly and didn't protest when he was left naked, too concentrated on the other's body. He hasn't realized he was biting his lower lip in the most obvious way and Viktor chuckled, even if he was a little anxious himself. "You can touch if you want"
"Okay" It was a breathy okay but he furrowed his brows in concentration and brought his fingers closer to the white skin in front of him, the tips slowly brushing the light happy train down Viktor's abdomen until he reached the member firmly pressed against the skin. He wanted to make him feel good so he hesitantly grabbed the head of it, gasping surprised when the man moaned. "Am I doing anything wrong?" He panicked and Viktor placed his hand on top of his, making sure he wasn't letting go.
"No, keep going" He guided the fingers slowly up and down, tightening the hold and moaned loudly. Yuuri's brown eyes widened at the picture of pleasure written on his lover's face and he moved his hips gently, going fully hard.
"Vitya" he moaned and everything stopped for a second.
"How did you call me?" Yuuri's face turned beet red and Viktor leaned so their faces were only an inch or two apart. "Yuu~ri"
"I heard other people calling you that"
"Calling me what?"
"Vitya" he whispered lowly and their lips met suddenly, their tongues tangling together as the Russian sneaked his hand to wrap it around the other's hard member, teasing the tip with his thumb and enjoying the way that made Yuuri shake. His teeth tugged at the swollen bottom lip in front of him and he let go when the moans got louder.
For the younger skater everything was like a dream. He had to admit that he would have never imagined he would actually have the real Viktor Nikiforov worship his body like he did in that moment. There were dreams in which that happened but younger Yuuri was not stupid enough to think they would ever come true. And still, here was Viktor, the person he admired the most all his life, now his lover who took care of his needs. When he shifted his body downwards he squeezed his eyes shut.
"W-what are you doing?" He tensed and opened his eyes just when Vikor's lips touched the tip of his member where beads of precum were already forming. His tongue licked the arousal gently and then his own lips, looking up seductively.
"You taste so good, solnyshko" He smiled before taking the entire thing in his mouth and sliding down slowly, making Yuuri almost lose his mind. Everything was hot and tight and when Viktor swallowed around him he grasped the silver strands of hair with both hands, trying his best not to cum.
"Vitya" he moaned loudly and buckled his hips, making the Russian gag and pull back a bit. Yuuri panicked and got up, propping his body on his elbows. "I-I'm sorry" he said hurried and Viktor freed the member, wiping the drool off his chin. "Did I hurt you?"
He chuckled and went closer to kiss the Japanese lovingly.
"Don't worry, dorogoy" He then worked his way down once again and relaxed his throat around Yuuri's leaking erection. He began to bob his head up and down and wrapped a hand around his own penis, slowly stroking because the sight of his fiancé was simply too much. His tongue teased the slit and in that moment Yuuri tried to pull back, almost scared.
"I'm gonna come" he was trying to free himself but Viktor grabbed his hips, pinning him down as he swallowed the hot substance released in his mouth. He got up and wiped his face with a hand to make sure he had nothing left on it and chuckled at the mortified expression on Yuuri's face. "Y-you…" He covered his face with an arm as if he wanted to disappear and Viktor leaned to uncover his eyes and to demand a kiss that didn't wait to appear. It was passionate but loving at the same time and Viktor almost wanted to cry, trying not to think about the many times his partners refused to kiss him after making oral. The taste was bitter but not bad and it was mixed with the Russian's flavor so nothing could stop Yuuri enjoying it.
" You look so beautiful when you cum because of me, solnyshko" The silver haired man whispered in his ear before trailing kisses along his neck and placing a hand on his chest to feel the fast heartbeat.
"Don't say embarrassing things" Yuuri gasped earning another chuckle. He wrapped his arms around the taller man and buried his face in his chest, smelling the familiar scent he loved so much. "Thank you"
"Yuu~ri" He whined and pointed towards his hard rock member that continued to leak. At the sight, Yuuri's own penis became half hard again and the older man gasped at the sight. "Your stamina is unbelievable" He grinned at the shy expression and stretched towards his nightstand where he opened the small drawer and began to look impatiently for something. When he finally found the small bottle of lube he threw it on the bed.
Yuuri did some research about sex between two men and the thing he was most confused about was how he should find out what position he should take in the bedroom. Because of Viktor's dominant behavior in general he simply supposed he was going to top so when the silver haired skater leaned back on the bed and spread his legs he looked at him confused, wondering what he should do.
"Do you want me to prep myself?" The Russian asked, his accent thicker. Yuuri gulped, the sight of a vulnerable and extremely turned on Viktor arousing him beyond measure and went closer, grabbing the lube and opening the lid.
"Are you sure?"
"Unless you want to bottom" Viktor's eyes snapped open, realizing he never took the idea in consideration. Yuuri shook his head, he was new to this but he wanted what Viktor wanted too and the idea of him filling the other man made him want to cum right away. He poured lube on a finger and Viktor watched him, bending his legs and biting his lip. "Make sure you use enough lube"
When the first finger began to circle his entrance, Viktor twitched and took a sharp breath, trying to control himself. Yuuri was gently massaging the ring of muscles, probing it with the tip of his finger until suddenly the other man moved so he would get it deeper.
"Put it in already, Yuuri" He moaned, tugging at his hard member but releasing it before he could come. But the Japanese was still worried, he was sure it couldn't be that comfortable, having things inside there. "Please!" he said louder and wiggled his ass. "You won't hurt me, I promise"
"Okay" Yuuri poured some more lube on his fingers and pushed two inside, moaning at the tight feeling accompanied by Viktor's delicious moans. He was not sure of what he was doing but began moving them slowly, earning small whimpers that made him continue courageously. "Is it okay?" He rubbed faster and at one point Viktor arched his back and curled his toes, his eyes widening surprised.
"There!" he yelled and Yuuri pressed against that spot again, watching the reaction fascinated. "Another one, hurry!" The Russian moaned and Yuuri hesitated. He heard it was better to have the place stretched thoroughly before penetrating but three fingers seemed… much. "Please, Yuuri, please" Viktor whimpered and he did as he was asked, earning louder moans. He was surprised by how much pleasure was written on Viktor's face and at one point the man grabbed his hand to stop it and pulled him closer for a loving kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other for a minute they continued to make out, gaining some friction by rubbing their members together. When they pulled apart, Viktor's fingers smoothened Yuuri's overlong hair, staring into his beautiful eyes. "I want you inside, love"
"Okay" The younger man gulped, slowly letting his lover go. "How do you want to… ?"
"Let me spoil you" He whispered wickedly before shifting so he was sitting in Yuuri's lap. He pushed the younger man on the pillows after kissing him once again and got up, placing his knees on either sides of the brunet's thighs. He poured a generous quantity of lube on the hard member and slowly stroked it. "Is it okay like this?" Yuuri nodded hurried, marveling at the sight and moaned loudly when Viktor pressed his member against his entrance and slowly sled down, making him lose it.
The feeling was unbelievable, it was better than anything he ever experienced before. It was warm and tight but that was nothing compared with Viktor's breathy moans, the flushed skin of his chest and neck, the bliss on his beautiful features. He wanted to move – no, he needed to move so he buckled his hips, making Viktor moan.
"Wait, love" Yuuri got up so he could kiss him and wrap his arms around him. "It's been a while" He continued between clasped teeth and was thankful for the patience he received. After a few moments he began to slowly move up and down, making the younger man cry out overwhelmed. He was inside Viktor, he was making love to the man he loved – the thought alone was enough to make his eyes teary.
"I- Viktor, I'm coming" It was embarrassingly quick but he couldn't stop the feeling washing over him and when he wrapped his hand around Viktor's member he felt everything tighten and they both came almost at the same time. Viktor continued to ride through their orgasms before resting his sweaty head against Yuuri's shoulder, breathing hardly.
"I love you" The Russian whispered. "I love you so much" At the words he felt something move inside him and he widened his eyes, surprised. "Did you just got hard again because of what I said?"
Yuuri's face reddened but he nodded, smashing his lips against the older man's hungrily, making him moan. As their tongues danced inside their mouths he wrapped his fingers around the wet member, stroking it to hardness and pushing Viktor on his back.
"Is it okay?" He didn't want to overdo it but he needed Viktor desperately.
"Da, lyubov moya" Once Yuuri began to move again Viktor felt oversensitive but didn't want to stop so he wrapped his arms around the other's neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He didn't want this to ever stop, he wanted to live inside this warm embrace, to have Yuuri love him like this forever. This time was different, it was not like it was with the others, it was way much better. This time he was not the only one who loved, someone loved him and not as a prize, not as a pretty object but as the flawed human that he was.
He didn't realize that tears began to slide down his cheeks until Yuuri stilled and a worried expression replaced the one of pleasure. He knew he wanted to pull out so he wrapped his legs around his hips, forcing him to stay.
"Viktor, I- I" he started and Viktor smiled honestly, shaking his head.
"I'm happy, that's all" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"I love you, Vitya" The words melted his insides and gentle fingers brushed his tears away before lips were pressed against his eyelids. "I'll never let you go" He was trying his best not to burst in tears himself. "You're mine and I'm yours"
Viktor nodded and Yuuri began to move once again, their fingers intertwined on either side of their bodies. Both men moaned as the younger pressed against the silver haired man's prostate and he tightened and knew they weren't going to last long. Their foreheads pressed together, Yuuri breathing shallow.
"I'm yours, Yuuri" Viktor moaned, searching for the hot mouth of his lover. His wish was granted and it didn't last until the Russian came all over his belly and chest, a sight so erotic that made Yuuri cum undone. His body fell on top of the other's and they stood like that until they heartbeats slowed down and they regained their strength.
When he felt a soft kiss pressed against his forehead it was Yuuri's turn to become emotional and he rubbed his eyes, feeling silly.
"Don't cry, zoloste" Came Viktor's small voice and Yuuri looked up, almost shyly.
"Thank you, that was perfect" The answer was a grin and the younger male pulled out his now-soft member, knowing it must be uncomfortable for the other. He knew not everyone had a first experience as beautiful as his so he felt grateful for everything. He grabbed the closest of their clothes which was his shirt and wiped the remains of their act off Viktor's front, as gently as possible. Only then it dawned to him that they haven't used a condom and his face turned red.
"What?"
"We did it without condom" He almost choked on the words and Viktor chuckled, thinking how cute his lover was, being so shy after everything they've done.
"It feels better this way anyway" His brows furrowed. "You know we get tested every 2…"he started, thinking that was the cause and Yuuri began to wave hurriedly.
"That's not what I was thinking about at all! It's just… isn't it uncomfortable for you?" Viktor wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in a hug, hiding his face in his neck and enjoying the lingering scent of sex.
"I want everything from you, Yuuri" It was the truth and it has also been the first time he tried it without a condom but he didn't tell Yuuri that, knowing it would make him worry some more about his performance.
"We stink"
"Uh-uh but I can't move right now" The brunet made an effort to move his lover so soon they were sharing the bathtub, glad that it was big enough for both of them. The atmosphere was serene and they were still in that dreamy haze that was characteristic post coitus. Yuuri's body was pressed against Viktor's front and the lattest was gently washing his lover's hair with care, kissing the nape of his neck from time to time.
"Viktor?"
"Hmm?" He pressed another kiss to the exposed neck and admired a hickey that was there.
"Was it good?" Viktor chuckled and leaned so his cheek was pressed against Yuuri's.
"It was amazing, solnyshko. I can't wait for round two" He received a gentle slap on his thigh for that and he burst into laughter, loving the reaction. This was domestic happiness and after almost an hour of soaking they dried themselves and went back to the bedroom where they snuggled under the covers, on Yuuri's side of bed because the other had wet spots on it.
"What do you want for dinner?" Yuuri asked after a while, his fingers playing with Viktor's short hair at the back of his head. "I'll cook whatever you want"
"Katsudon" Viktor mumbled, sleepy. He almost fell asleep until the mattress dipped and he felt something warm pressed against his back. He smiled, knowing already who it was and let go of his lover so he could turn his face to look at Makkachin. "Hello, Makka" he cooed, rubbing between the dog's ears. "You've been such a good girl, letting your daddies have fun" At that Yuuri kicked his leg under the covers. "Ow, that hurt!"
"Don't be inappropriate in front of Makkachin"
"She has the right to know how much her owners love each other" Yuuri stretched to pet the poodle's furry back, making her squirm in delight.
"You're her owner" He said more as an observation and Viktor stopped his movements, turning to look in his fiancé's eyes.
"She loves you just as much as she loves me, she's ours" He stated simply and pressed a kiss on top of the dog's soft head, touching her wet nose. Yuuri had no idea why but after hearing that he felt emotional so he gulped, trying not to lose his composure.
"Thank you"
Viktor simply smiled, holding tightly onto his lover and his fluffy best friend, knowing things couldn't get any better.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Feel free to leave reviews x see you next time