"Viktor, what's this?" Asked Yuuri, his fingers pulling at the dark material covering the mysterious book. Viktor had quite a book collection in his room, there was an entire wall covered in shelves which was sometimes the perfect excuse for Yuuri to tease his fiancé that he was old school. Reading was something the Russian preferred to do instead of roaming through the internet but the thing he was now holding was something a little more mysterious than his usual novels.
They decided on cleaning the apartment so he was dusting while Viktor was sorting their clothes for washing (a thing he was just taught to do). The older skater stepped out of the bathroom and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead, his eyes widening as soon as he recognized what object the other was holding. Yuuri opened the book and his mouth formed a perfect "o" releasing a gasp when he saw the first picture – which was of a frail-looking baby with big eyes and an even bigger pout, dressed in a two-piece and with striped socks on. It didn't take Yuuri a second before he recognized the character and his face was split in two by a big smile.
"It's nothing interesting, zoloste" Viktor tried but there was no chance to take the photo album back from his fiancé. "Really" But Yuuri was lost, already sitting on the bed and touching the black and white shiny paper, as if he wanted to make sure it was real.
"It's your baby photo album?" Viktor sighed and went to sit by his lover, peeking at the page himself.
"There are photos of me at different ages" He said and the Japanese smiled at the next picture – a laughing toddler, his slightly curly hair reaching his shoulders while he was holding a duck with his little fingers. He's never been a chubby baby but that didn't mean he was looking less adorable.
"This is so cute!" He was still a fan, he couldn't give up on that part of him so seeing these kinds of personal things made him squeak in delight. The next picture was of Viktor holding his mother's hand, his eyes a bit colder than in the first ones. He was about the same age but his hair was tied in a ponytail and he was dressed formally, matching his beautiful mother who was dressed in a long dress and had a dark shade of lipstick on. "Is this your mother?"
"Yes" The tone was solemn so he realized it was not something he should insist on. "We were going to a formal party"
The next picture was of Viktor skating, his hair shorter this time while he was looking older too. He recognized the rink and he wondered who took the picture – maybe Yakov. Yuuri smiled at the sight and ran his fingertips along the blush on the kid's cheeks before turning to look at his lover and leaning closer for a soft kiss. Viktor didn't protest, his lips moving accordingly and his hand reached for the small of Yuuri's back, pulling him closer.
"This is precious" Yuuri murmured against his lips once the kiss ended.
"I'm not necessarily fond of them" Was the answer but the brunet continued to study them either way, Viktor's chin resting on his shoulder during the process. The last page was holding the picture of a fashionable man, his crooked nose painfully familiar.
"Who is this?"
"Most probably my father" Yuuri frowned – probably? "I am not sure, I never met him" That made the atmosphere heavy so the Japanese left the album on the bed before wrapping his arms around the other, burying his face in his neck. Sometimes he couldn't handle the idea of such a hurt Viktor, he wanted to make sure he would never be this unhappy again. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I love you" The silver-haired man pulled away so he could kiss his fiancé's forehead.
"I know and I love you too" The smile that followed was filled with gratitude and it begged for another kiss, which happened without a hesitation. He loved that they were gradually growing closer and he was surprised almost to have his need of affection fulfilled. He knew he was needy and he always thought he had to keep his tendencies under control because otherwise he would be annoying but Yuuri encouraged this side of him and never complained. There was teasing – for example when he wouldn't let him go out of the cuddling position or when they were late because of his romantic behavior.
"Are you done with the laundry?" He nodded half-heartedly and got up. "As soon as I'm finished here I'll start making dinner, do you want to help?" An enthusiastic nod followed and Yuuri chuckled at the childish expression on the beautiful man's face.
Viktor Nikiforov excelled in a lot of things, unfortunately cooking was not one of them. But ever since they were having home-cooked meals he decided he wanted to help and was doing his best to do as he was told. It was funny, really, how concentrated he was when he was asked to chop vegetables and even if he was fulfilling every task painfully slow, Yuuri never complained, waiting for the enthusiastic smile of accomplishment that followed. The Russian even took pictures while they were cooking or of their meals and posted them online – Yuuri knew there was no stopping so he barely even got embarrassed anymore when he saw he was tagged in countless pictures at the end of the day.
"Yuu~ri! I'm done with the sauce" Viktor said while wrapping his arms around his younger lover and resting his head on his shoulder. "This smells good" He heard his stomach grumble and they both chuckled before Yuuri turned around to peck his cheek shortly.
Surprise kisses and hugs from Yuuri were Viktor's favorite and even if they were not as often as he wanted them to be he couldn't help but swoon whenever he received them. He nuzzled his fiancé's neck and held tight until the danger of burning their meal was present.
After dinner they cuddled on the couch while the dark-haired man decided on what they were gonna watch and Makkachin climbed on the cushions, begging for attention. Now she had her tummy filled so all she wanted were cuddles from her dads. Life with Viktor was perfect for Makkachin but now, with a new human to pet her and love her and give her treats, she considered herself the happiest poodle. She rested her head on the Russian's lap and hands began to pamper her, accompanied by cooing words.
"That's a good girl" Yuuri said in Japanese while rubbing the dog's fuzzy head. "Yes you are"
It was not the first time Viktor heard Japanese in the house, in fact his partner spoke it quite a lot lately, which made him wonder if there was something going on that he didn't know. He observed the calls home were longer too and after hanging up Yuuri was gloomy and trying to hide his feelings with a smile and by changing the subject.
"Solnyshko, you know you can tell me anything, right?" He sounded a lot more serious than he intended to and that caught Yuuri's attention without further delay.
"I know" He was trying to figure out what he did wrong but nothing could come to his mind. "What happened?"
Viktor sighed – he had no idea how to put it but seeing Yuuri sad sometimes created silly thoughts in his head and he was on the point of starting to believe them, that's why he wanted to figure them out.
"Are you unhappy here?" The man blinked at him confused and then his eyebrows furrowed on his forehead while he got out of the cuddling position – a thing that alarmed Viktor more than it had should.
"Of course not, what made you think I am?" When the pale-haired man looked away he sighed. "Vitya"
"I heard you talking in Japanese and I think you really miss Hasetsu and your family"
"Well, isn't that normal?" He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "I miss my family and everyone there but now I have you and Makkachin and Yurio and everyone at the rink. Living with you is…" He took a big breath, a gentle blush appearing. "The best thing that has happened to me"
"It's the best thing that happened to me too, moya lyubov" He sighed, pulling Yuuri back in his embrace. "I just don't like to see you sad"
"I'm a bit homesick, it happens" The younger man whispered against his neck and Viktor nodded.
"I will talk with Yakov and see if it's okay to have a free week to go to Japan" The realization hit the brunet like a brick and he pulled apart to look at his lover like he was going crazy.
"It's mid-season! We can't leave now" Any lost day could be fatal for their intention of reaching the podium. Viktor simply blinked at him, not understanding.
"We can train there too and I am your coach so basically you're not skipping anything. And I'll be on the phone with Yakov about my routines" The Japanese knew there was no way in changing his fiancé's mind when he decided on something so he sighed and accepted, a little bit amused at the idea that maybe Viktor was secretly homesick for Hasetsu too.
If there was a thing Yuuri didn't like at all about being a skater was the amount of time he had to spend on planes and going to Japan was no exception. 9 hours of flying made him nervous and beyond tired but thankfully he had Viktor and his headphones to soothe his anxiety. There was a thing bugging his mind and that was the fact that they never said anything to his parents about their relationship. When they flew back to Japan right after he won silver at the Grand Prix Final they all focused on celebrating and also their relationship was only starting so they were barely kissing and holding hands. Viktor has always been outgoing about touching and flirting with everyone and they slept in separate bedrooms which probably gave his parents the idea that they were simple friends. He told him too, that they should say that it's official and that they were in a real relationship.
They were welcomed at the onsen with a surprise private party with close friends and everyone was happy and came to hug and kiss them. They had some katsudon, joked around about their trainings and things that happened in the past months and they were all kind enough to see their jetlagged and in need of sleep so they left early. It was nice to see everyone.
"Viktor, you'll stay in the same room?" He frowned at this, unsure of what Yuuri wanted himself.
"Yes, that would be fine" His words were reluctant to escape his mouth and he felt his stomach twist at the thought of sleeping without Yuuri – the last time they did that was before they grew into a couple.
"Okay, I will get the room prepared" Hiroko said beaming and leaving them behind with Toshiya who was cleaning the table.
Yuuri wanted to hug Viktor and to apologize but he couldn't because his father was there and he was too tired for that conversation right then. His heart sunk at the sight of sadness on the man's face and his chest burnt at the idea of him being responsible for that expression. He remembered about Viktor's last boyfriend, the one who always denied what they had together and he bit the inside of his cheek at the realization he was doing the same right now.
When Hiroko came back Yuuri gulped.
"Viktor will stay in my room" He said simply and the elders turned to watch him. "We need to talk about this"
"Yuu~ri" The Russian was surprised and he didn't want to upset anyone so he wasn't sure how to act. He wanted to tell Yuuri it was alright but didn't have the chance.
"I am sorry I've never said this to you before but the truth is…" He bit his lip for a second. "Viktor and I are engaged" He raised his hand and showed the gold band that everyone believed it was a lucky charm. "I've been afraid to be telling you this…" He expected any type of reaction – from shock to disgust, always thinking the worst.
"My baby is engaged!" His mother sobbed and Viktor widened his eyes when he saw the tears streaming down the woman's face. Yuuri went to hug her and smiled relieved when he saw his father moving towards where Viktor was sitting on the floor.
"Please take care of our son"
"I intend to do that" He said softly and then it was his turn to hug Hiroko.
"Vicchan, I am so happy to have you as my son" The words hit him so hard that he felt his eyes watering so he blinked rapidly before any of those could fall. He held onto the small woman for longer than intended but she never pushed away, feeling that it was exactly what he needed at the moment. He has been rejected all his life but now he was part of this big family and had to spend the rest of his days with the man he loved.
After he was released he was approached by Yuuri who smiled gingerly and took his hand in his. For his parents that was enough of a confirmation that they were in love so they parted easily, everyone going to sleep. Yuuri's room was dark but it was warm inside so they didn't waste time around, they changed into sleepwear and snuggled under the sheets. They first forgot Yuuri's glasses but Viktor took them off and put them on the nightstand before taking him again in his arms.
They drifted away in a deep slumber. The nights were peaceful as the weather was, the sky was clear and there was no wind but still, something pulled Yuuri out of his sleep. His body was immobile and he felt cold sweat dripping down his spine, his throat hurting. This was a familiar feeling, he's been through this before but the last time took place a long time ago so he looked around panicked, trying to find some kind of anchor that would pull him back to reality. Silver hair, soft breathing. He wanted to wake Viktor up but he couldn't speak, instead he turned around suddenly and grabbed the man's shoulder alarmed, making his blue eyes snapped open.
"Yuuri?" The name was short on his lips and he got up, turning the lamp on and turning to look better at his lover's terrified face. "Yuuri, love, what's happening?" The brunet struggled to prop his weight on a hand but failed miserably, looking like he was having a convulsion.
Viktor was paralyzed with fear, he never saw something like that before and the first thought was that he should go and get help but as soon as he tried to move, Yuuri grabbed his shirt with numb fingers.
"Pa-" He took a sharp breath. "attack" Only then has it dawn to the Russian what was really going on and he gulped, covering the curled fingers with his. He had no idea where this was coming from, maybe from all the stress but the result was horrifying and it made him want to cry.
"It's okay, baby. Look at me" He instructed, his mouth going dry. "I'm here" he whispered and rested his forehead against his lover's. "I won't let anything happen to you" His voice was trembling with fear but he hoped he was helping. Yuuri's other hand clung on his shirt too and that urged Viktor to wrap his arms around him and pull him in a tight embrace.
"Vik-tor" he sobbed still scared and received a soft squeeze on his body.
"I'm not going anywhere, I love you" The words soothed him enough to close his eyes and he focused on the sound of a fast heartbeat against his chest, the sweet murmurs cascading around him and making him slowly unclench his jaw that was almost hurting. It took a while until his muscles relaxed and his breathing turned into soft sobs that broke Viktor's heart in tiny pieces. "That's it, solnyschko" He murmured into dark curls and he was rewarded with a long sigh.
"Viktor" Yuuri finally managed and hid his face inside the blue material of his fiancé's shirt.
"Ya lyublyu tebya" The silver-haired man gulped and kissed the damp forehead in front of him, closing his own eyes. "You're okay, we're okay" A few more minutes passed until Yuuri's body fell limp and the Russian took the chance to press a loving kiss on a wet cheek.
"I-I'm sorry" Yuuri's voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable but it was good enough for Viktor who was relieved to have him back.
"It's not your fault" As terrified as he was he never thought for a moment to blame it on Yuuri. He wanted to help, he wanted Yuuri never to feel like this again. "Are you okay, now?" The Japanese nodded, feeling ashamed that Viktor had to witness something like this, to see this part of him. "Slava Bogu" he heard and felt a warm hand resting on his neck.
"Water" he whispered and that was all Viktor needed to get up and grab the glass of water he usually settled on the nightstand before going to sleep and offering it to his lover. He took small sips until it was all gone but the sleep was still far away so he brought his knees close to his chin and closed his eyes, unsure of what to say or do. The Russian sat on the bed, legs crossed under him, completely awake himself.
"Better?" He was hesitant but Yuuri nodded. "Does this happen frequently?" It couldn't, after all they've been living together for months now and he never saw this kind of thing.
"Not since Detroit" Viktor nodded and crawled closer, a hand grabbing the other's knee.
"Do you want anything else? Tea?" Yuuri gulped.
"Lay down with me?" The request was not an exaggerated one so soon they were wrapped around each other, Yuuri's head resting on Viktor's chest while the older man was running his fingers across his scalp in a soothing motion. They couldn't keep track of the time they took to fall asleep but the Russian could remember waiting for maybe an hour just to make sure the man on top of him was breathing regularly. He couldn't remember the last time he was so scared – maybe when Yuuri injured himself on the ice and he spent a lot of time thinking about how he never wanted to experience something like this.
Viktor woke up before Yuuri, when rays of sun fell across his face because of the pulled curtains. He slowly got up and smiled at the way his lover was holding tightly onto him and pressed a secret kiss on his hair before remaining still for a second. He really needed to go to the bathroom and then he was planning on bringing Yuuri his breakfast in bed if Hiroko was nice enough to let him so he slowly got up, leaving a mumbling but incoherent fiancé behind. It was a beautiful day and the nature seemed indifferent to the storm of feelings he's gone through last night so he stretched on the way downstairs where people were already lively, the onsen opened at this time of the day. It must've been around 10 but he wasn't alarmed because either way he planned of having this day free, feeling the need to spend the time at ease.
"Good morning, Vicchan!" It was Mari so he turned around with a big grin.
"Ohayo, Mari!" Like always she stunk of cigarettes but that didn't stop him from liking her.
"Mom is preparing breakfast in the kitchen" She pointed towards the door but before he left he was stopped by her hand grabbing his shoulder. "I heard you let the cat out of the bag yesterday" He nodded, still smiling even if in reality he was a little shook and had no idea how to react. "Congratulations! I don't think you will find anyone who loves you more than my little bro"
"I know that" He whispered gingerly, looking her in the eye.
"I don't think you do, really but that's not your fault because you weren't around when he was younger and all he could think or talk about was you. He worked so hard on skating because he wanted to meet you as an equal, not a fan." He gulped. "You've been helping him even before you knew him so please take great care of him now, Viktor-chan" She rested her back against the wall and Viktor nodded solemnly.
"Of course I will, I only plan on making him happy"
"I'll rip your throat out in case you don't" She said with a smile on her face and he burst into laughter at the display of protective instincts. Deep inside he was taking her words seriously so he assured her that was not the case before going to the kitchen and greeting his future mother-in-law who was preparing the traditional Japanese breakfast they always had while he lived in Hasetsu. It was a feast, to say at least and he offered to help but the woman didn't let him.
"Yuuri's sleeping?"
"Yes, there's no training today so I allowed him to" The silver-haired man smiled. "I would like to bring his breakfast to bed?" He wasn't sure he could act like that in other people's home and he almost wanted to retreat his words before Hiroko turned around with a gleaming smile.
"Of course, give me 5 more minutes" She even prepared Yuuri's favorite Green Tea and while she was washing the dishes he decided to help, even if that was his least favorite thing to do. He hated washing dishes with all his might because it felt – yucky. But he was okay with drying them so that's what he did, silently. "Did you sleep well?"
"Very well, I missed Japan" He thought many times that he would like to come here after he retired, maybe hold ice-skating lessons or something similar but he never spoke about that because it was too soon for that kind of intentions.
"Vicchan" Hiroko said after they were done and turned to watch him seriously. "My son is a very sensible boy and it will be hard at times to stay by him." His eyebrows furrowed. "But I know you are the only one who could make him this happy so please take care of him" She put her palms together and bowed forward a little but he couldn't stand the display so instead he grabbed her hands and pulled her in a hug.
"I will do my best, Hiroko-san" She smiled when he let go and then went to put their breakfast on a trail that she placed in his hands.
"Call me Okaa-san" He knew what that mean so he flinched but it was not because he was scared but because he was moved.
"Arigato, Okaa-san" He whisper softly and took the food upstairs, doing his best not to make too much of a noise and not to drop anything. He missed Makkachin already so he decided to call Mila – who was dog-sitting him this week and see how his friend was doing. He pouted at the thought when he opened the door and saw Yuuri was awake but still buried between the pillows. He looked a little confused but cute and Viktor placed the trail on the desk before sitting down beside him and kissing his soft cheek.
"Ohayo, Yuu~ri" he said and the man replied with a steady "good morning". "I have our breakfast here" He pointed towards the food but when he wanted to get up and bring it Yuuri's hand grabbed his arm and held him in place.
"I'm sorry about last night" His voice was hoarse. "I don't know why it happened" He bit his lower lip with a guilt that made Viktor's insides turn upside down so ran his fingers through the messy hair of his lover and went closer to rub his nose against his.
"I told you already not to apologize for things you're not responsible of" His soft lips slid gently across chapped ones and Yuuri gulped in the middle of the chaste kiss, making Viktor pull apart. "I was scared, Yuuri, you looked like you were gonna pass out any second."
"I never fainted from one" He took a big breath. "They happened a lot back in Detroit and before last year's GPF but it's got better so I don't – " He was stopped by Viktor's hand raising. Yuuri was already taking medicine for his anxiety and he didn't want him to kill himself over something he wasn't in control of.
"It's okay, I am happy you're alright"
"I ruined your night" His voice was small. "And you were tired" When his fingers began pulling at his own hair Viktor grabbed them and squeezed them in his own.
"I want you to rely on me." He smiled gently. "I am here for you always, you could never bother me with anything." The Japanese nodded, still a little reluctant; he understood how Viktor felt because he wanted to be the first one Viktor came to talk about any of his problem, he wanted to be there for him too.
"Aishiteru, Vitya"
"I know. I love you too, sonyshko" They exchanged almost shy smiled before Yuuri got closer and initiated a long and sweet kiss that turned into a mini make-out session that brought him on Viktor's lap. They parted when Yuuri's back hit the pillows and the Russian smiled, flipping his head slightly to get his bangs out of his eyes. "You're so beautiful, lyubov mienia"
"Go lock the door" Was the answer and for a moment the other man froze. "Go, Viktor" The tone was soft but he knew what it implied so he did as he was told, surprised by the sudden change of events.
"Everyone is downstairs…" He tried but Yuuri wrapped his arms around his neck.
"I need you, Vitya" Their lips met once again but this time fiercer, making both of them moan against each other, limbs tangling and bodies flushing together. He needed Yuuri too, he really did, right here, in his room, he needed to make sure that they were alright after last night. Viktor's hands began to fumble around the elastic holding his pants, slowly sliding them down along with his boxers, knowing already what was going to follow.
"Let me" He whispered, tugging at Yuuri's simple shirt and the other raised a little, helping the act. He impatiently ran his fingers under Viktor's shirt, enjoying the little gasp the man made once his fingertips reached a pale nipple. Their movements were hurried, needy and Viktor almost tripped on the way to their suitcase where he knew he could find lube. He came back holding the bottle between his hands to warm it up and smiled at the sight of a blushing Yuuri, the man spread open in front of him, waiting, yearning.
Their sex life was amazing ever since it started and honesty he wasn't sure there was any day in the week when they weren't making love. Yuuri's stamina was amazing and Viktor couldn't get enough of him, of the reactions he got out of him.
"Vitya" He gulped and got closer, finally discharging the last piece of clothing that separated them which was the Russian's blue shirt. He began trailing kisses along the outstanding clavicle where there still were love-bites from the other day. Viktor had fair skin and it was one of his pleasures to mark it as much as he could.
"Yuuri" He whined, getting the cap off and pouring some lube on his fingers to prepare himself but widened his eyes when his hand was stopped. "Huh?"
"I want you inside of me"
Viktor was a natural bottom, it was something he took pride in. The idea of topping somewhat scared him because he knew he would be responsible for the other's pleasure and he could hurt him anytime. So he gulped and kept staring, his hand dropping by his side. They did a lot of things in bedroom, they took it slowly because he didn't want to scare Yuuri and he sometimes used fingers on him but never did he think of topping him.
The expression on his face unsettled the Japanese skater who kissed him to wake him up from his thoughts.
"Viktor"
"Okay" He could do that for Yuuri, of course he could. He smiled nervously and was surprised when he saw the bright smile on the other's face right before he pulled him in a tight embrace. If he knew he would make him so happy he would have done it earlier. "But it might hurt a bit"
"It's okay" He was assured and Yuuri fell on his back, bending his knees and spreading his thighs. They were erected because of the previous kisses and grinding and Viktor gulped before he leaned on his lover, taking his penis in his hand and slowly stroking it up and down at a calculated pace. Yuuri arched his back when he felt a thumb ran across his slit and had to bite his pillow to keep quiet when Viktor's member began to rub against his. Viktor poured lube on his hand and slowly began to caress both of them, hissing himself at the electrifying feeling that made him harder. He was a little longer than Yuuri and he gulped at the thought of him buried deep inside his fiancé.
"Vitya" he gasped and clung on the other man's back, scratching him. "Stop" He didn't want to cum like that. The older skater smirked, enjoying the power he had over his body. "Please" He buckled his hips and only then he was released, falling while leaking against his belly.
"Patience, dushechka"
He grabbed Yuuri's leg and flipped him on a side before raising it slowly and pressing kisses against the pale skin there. He went lower and lower and once the brunet realized what he wanted to do it was too late and his eyes snapped shut when he felt Viktor's lips at his entrance.
"No, Vi-ty-aa" He moaned when he felt something hot and wet probing his ring of muscles and knowing it was his tongue. He tried to pull away but Viktor was pinning him down, his mouth restless against the now-soft muscles. "No" He cried out, his vision blurred by the pleasure. It felt dirty but so- so! good. When Viktor's fingers grabbed his erection he thought he would come but everything stopped and his lover crawled up to kiss his swollen lips.
He was so glad he washed himself properly last night. Vitya tasted sweet, like always and he would have wanted to give him a blowjob but didn't have the occasion because lube was already poured on his fingers and he sat beside him, looking at him lovingly.
"We've done this before" Viktor's voice was hoarse. "If it's too much, tell me" Yuuri nodded, feeling Viktor's breath on his neck as he peppered him with kisses. "Turn on your front, baby" He knew that way it was easier and smiled when Yuuri did as he was told, raising his perfect backside in the air. "Ready?" A hurried nod.
He began caressing the white globes of flesh and slowly parted them, making Yuuri wince in embarrassment. It was silly but he felt exposed and vulnerable so he turned his head to look at Viktor's face, soothing himself with the thought that it was the man he loved who did this to him. The first finger entered shyly and ever so slow and it made him grind his hips against the sheets, leaking some more.
"Please" He moaned and Viktor took his finger out, grabbing a pillow and putting it under his lover's hips. Yuuri looked so hot like that he couldn't help himself but wrap his left hand around his own dick when he pushed two fingers in, patiently looking for his prostate. When he finally hit it, Yuuri moaned loudly and Viktor had to slow down his ministrations so he wouldn't come.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, another one" He demanded and was satisfied, his eyes tearing at the overwhelming sensation.
"Breathe, zoloste" He moved his fingers slower and was surprised when Yuuri pushed back on his fingers, demanding speed. He continued to prep him for a while, not wanting to hurt him one bit but at one point the Japanese pushed off his fingers and turned around, breathing heavily.
"I want you" He was on his back now and he spread his legs welcoming the older man, his erection almost painful against his abdomen. Viktor did as he was asked and placed the other's legs on his shoulders before slowly lining his penis with the stretched entrance. When he started to push in Yuuri's mouth gaped at the new sensation and Viktor threw his head back, doing his best to keep himself from screaming. It was hot and tight and he was sure it would be the end of him once he started moving.
"Can I move?" The black-haired man nodded and felt a trail of saliva running down his chin once Viktor began to move slowly at first but speeding up with each moment. "Oh, shit, der'mo" He mumbled, burying his face in the flushed neck in front of him.
"Vityaaa" The whine came out so desperately that Viktor had to cover Yuuri's mouth with his to keep the moans and gasps from coming and indicating everyone what they were doing. Their tongues were urgent and for a moment The Russian had to ask himself if he was this loud while bottoming. He pulled apart to breathe.
"I'll cum, Yuuri" he gasped and grabbed the other's erection, pumping it in the same rhythm with his thrusts and making the younger man moan louder, feeling his release approaching. Yuuri was the first to cum, his visioning darkening while his lips began to tingle and he spilled his semen all over his chest, near to his neck, continuing to gyrate his hips slowly so he could ride out of his orgasm in full pleasure. The sight alone was enough for Viktor to fell his abdomen tighten and he emptied his load inside Yuuri with a long sob.
Their heavy breaths were all that could be heard inside the room and when they finally came down from the heights Yuuri wrapped his legs around Viktor and pulled him down for a slow and sloppy kiss. As they kissed the younger man's fingers began to run up his fiancé's abs, making the other break the contact because of a grin.
"Oh my God" Viktor gasped and Yuuri chuckled at the shocked expression laying on his beautiful features. "That was…"
"I know, for me too" he whispered and shyly and bent his knees that went stiff. As soon as the Russian withdrew he fell on top of Yuuri, his own legs giving out. His face was buried in his lover's neck that he nuzzled like a spoiled cat. He felt sleepy now but he knew they couldn't go back to sleep so they decided to stay like that for a few moments spent in serenity and accompanied by some sweet murmurs.
The days went by pretty smoothly – they ran in the morning and then they trained together until later when Yuuri would eventually go to Minako's place or hang around with his family and friends while Viktor spent as much time as he could with the Katsukis.
Yuuri was in the shower when Mari asked him to put some stuff back in Yuuri's storage closet – it was a box filled with brand new towels they had no idea where to put and he accepted right away, taking the cardboard in his hands. The storage room was small and it was connected to their bedroom, well – Yuuri's former bedroom – and it was filled with different things, from tennis rackets to bags of rice and other things that he suspected they belonged to the young Yuuri and Mari. He left the thing down and wiped the sweat off his forehead; he was ready to exit the place when he saw something sparkling that caught his eyes.
It was something mauve and he furrowed his brows when he realized it was inside another cardboard that was almost fully covered by a black shirt. He knew he shouldn't peek but he couldn't help but wonder why was that picture so familiar so he pulled the material off the top and his eyes widened in surprise.
No wonder he found himself attracted to the box – it had a poster of him inside, one of him in the costume he wore at the first GPF when he won gold. His mouth shaped as a heart as he took the thing to look at it better, wondering what it was doing there and he squeaked (yes, squeaked) when he saw another one was following. And then another and another.
Yuuri turned off the warm water and blindly picked the towels from outside the shower, wrapping one around him before drying his hair with the other. He was in high spirits and he wondered if Viktor would have wanted them to go and eat with Yuuko, Takeshi and the triplets. They were quite an agitated family and whenever he was around Axel, Loop and Lutz it made him wonder if he truly ever wanted children. He put his steamed glasses on his nose and dressed his robe before getting out and almost having a heart attack. His heart sunk in terror when he saw the floor of his bedroom was covered in the posters that used to hang on the walls and his fiancé was in the middle of them, watching them with big eyes.
"Viktor?" His voice was small and when the Russian turned around with the biggest grin on he turned red from head to toe.
"I found your treasure, Yuuri!" The silver-haired man gasped enthusiastic and stepped towards his lover, careful not to step on any of the items in the collection. He wrapped his arms around the frozen man and kissed his cheek soundly. "Why didn't you show me before?!"
Because it was damn embarrassing. Yuuri felt his face melting because of the heat and covered it with his hands, wondering what was going on inside his head when he decided to keep them – well, the fan inside him couldn't be silenced and those posters and items represented a big part of his life, especially his teen years.
"I-I'm sorry, it must be so…" Weird, disgusting, disturbing.
"Cute" Viktor finished the sentence and Yuuri's heart skipped a beat, relieved. "You are so sweet, dorogoy"
He didn't know to reply, taken aback by his lover's reaction which was far from what he's imagined. When Viktor came to train him in Japan he made sure to take them off so he wouldn't seem like a stalker but he didn't have the heart to throw them away. He never thought they would come to the surface, though but he was glad the older skater was not abhorred by what he just found out. His lips parted, trying to form any type of sound but instead of that they searched for the other's soft ones, gliding against them gently, sighing at the contact. Their tongues gently danced with each other and when they were done playing, Viktor's mouth began to suck at the skin of his neck, earning all types of strangled sounds.
"Vitya" he mumbled, grabbing the silver bangs and pulling the other up.
"It makes me so happy to know you admired me so much"
"Of course I did" He gasped, looking into cerulean blues. "You're the best" He said those words so convinced that the air was kicked out of his lungs when the hug on him tightened.
"You're the best, Yuu~ri!"
He chuckled at the adorable tone and kissed Viktor's forehead, lovingly. After a small pause the Russian's voice could be heard again:
"Can we take them with us in Sankt Petersburg?" Yuuri wanted to pull apart but strong arms were holding him in place.
"No!"
"I will sign them for you, Yuuri!" Chocolate eyes widened in disbelief. Could this man be more extra?
"I said NO, Viktor!"
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