Victor Nikiforov is a sex icon among his fans. While Christophe may be the master of eros, nobody is considered to have more sex appeal or better looks than the jewel of Russia. When he was younger he had a feminine charm, long hair and soft cheeks, doe eyes that could woo anyone into his bed, with a light but muscular build that easily pushed him to the top of the figure skating world. As he became older and filled out more, with a short and elegant hair style, broader shoulders, a hard jawline, and high cheekbones, his appeal became that of an old black-and-white film star's. Of course his fans had their preference between the looks, no one could dispute that he was the most handsome on the ice.
A man like Victor has bedded plenty, men and women alike, honing his powers of seduction and pleasure; but never would he thought he would have the Ice Tiger of Russia writhing beneath him.
Plenty of drinks and residue adrenaline has led to this moment: Victor working open Yuri Plisetsky on three fingers as the Kazakh skater, Otabek Altin, croons in the blond's ear, swallowing up his moans with fervent kisses. The banquet after the Worlds had been boring, so they left to make their own fun. And fun it was, watching Yuri shudder with every thrust of his fingers, whimpers escaping his kiss swollen lips whenever Otabek didn't have him locked in a kiss. Yuri's hands were feebly trying to jerk the Kazakh skater off but at this point Yuri was too lost in pleasure to have much focus or grip. Otabek obviously didn't seem to mind as he watched their young lover between kisses, thumbs and forefingers pinching and pulling and tweaking Yuri's pink and peaked nipples.
Victor stifles a groan against the youngest's hip. He has known Yuri for ages, ever since the blond came to train with Yakov, but this is different from his usual snark and sass; this is Yuri with all barriers down, letting the most ugly and intimate parts of himself show. And Victor fucking loves it.
He's harder than ever as he twists his fingers deeper within the boy while Otabek gently urges Yuri to his cock. Yuri licks tentatively at the weeping head and both men groan. Yuri is too blissed out to even try taking more than the tip in his mouth but Otabek hardly seems to mind, completely enamoured with the boy crooning with pleasure.
Both of them are. Some might be upset by how much the ecstasy makes Yuri shut down, but Victor is loving how Yuri gratefully takes whatever he is given, and it's clear Otabek enjoys it just as much.
"Yuri," Victor purrs, all honey and seduction, as he eases his fingers out with a wet noise. "Can I fuck you?"
Yuri doesn't answer verbally, which is probably for the better since his pink lips are wrapped around Otabek's member, but gives a very enthusiastic nod and lifts his hips into the air.
Victor is quick about rolling on a condom and lubing his own hard length, and as soon as the first little bit is in Yuri has to release the other man's cock from his mouth with an absolute sob of pleasure. His walls clamp down on the intrusion when Victor bottoms out as his body shivers and convulses, moans coming out between his hard breathing.
Otabek and Victor share a grin, devious. They were going to have fun with their little ice kitten all night long.