Hey guys,
Soooo… I planned for the smut scene to be more or less 3k long… it didn't work out… here are 6k words of… well… them XD If you don't like smut, just skip the entire chapter, it's basically just the second half of chapter 2 and the plot will restart next time XD I'm so longing to finally introduce the other Russian skaters!
For this chapter… well… it took me a while to decide how I wanted them to do this, but I'm happy with the way it turned out now. Took some writing and rewriting and rewriting again. Special thanks go to wonderful Eleanor Gray who stuck with me through all the struggling and provided amazing input! You're the best!
Now enough of my babbling, have fun!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuuri! on Ice All characters belong to MAPPA and Mitsurō Kubo
Warning: 18+ content. Full boyxboy. – don't like, don't read! You've been warned!
Chapter 3 Warm Cinnamon Nights
Yuuri still didn't look over his shoulder to where Victor was rooted on the spot, as he took the few steps leading down into the vast tub.
Who the hell had stairs in their tub, anyway? Well, Victor Nikiforov apparently.
The top most step was still dry, but warm under Yuuri's naked feet and so different from what he had expected it to be – cold and polished instead of warm and slightly rough. With the second step, he finally felt water wash over his skin, making him shiver a little at the stark contrast in temperature. If he'd thought the room to be hot, he now realized that the water was even more so.
His shiver of course had not gone unnoticed, but he really didn't want to look back. This was a game and Yuuri had learned how to play it. He knew exactly which buttons to press if he wanted Victor to come undone with desire.
So instead of giving him the attention he so desperately craved, Yuuri walked further down into the tub, foam and water rising along his body with each measured, slow step. He was hyper aware of his own body and the way it moved - an invitation more than anything else and really, he did crave it as well. He wanted Victor to want him just as much as the other way around.
This was certainly not their first time to have sex, but the first time in this unknown, still unfamiliar setting. Yuuri had never been at Victor's apartment before and he'd half expected himself to fall back into his own old patterns, too shy and easily embarrassed to do anything but let Victor take the lead. However, here he was, swaying his hips as he walked down black stone steps into the most luxurious tub he'd ever seen in his life as if it meant nothing.
He trusted Victor with all his heart and there was nothing to fear, nothing to hide and nothing to shy away from. Victor's attention was additive like the sweet smell of early spring flowers and Yuuri selfishly wanted it all to himself.
By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, Yuuri stood almost knee deep and finally let his body glide beneath the surface with one fluid movement.
The water was hot and soapy and bursting with little bubbles rising from the bottom of the tub, prickling slightly on Yuuri's skin as they rose to the surface covered by a thick layer of white, fluffy foam. Everything smelled of cinnamon – warm and rich, just like the Christmas market in Barcelona, reminding Yuuri of the day he'd gotten his engagement ring.
Yuuri relaxed against the dark, warm basalt stone, mindful to keep his movements as promising and fluent as he did during his eros program. Victor's eyes were still glued to him, Yuuri didn't need to look at the man to know that. The burning gaze he was regarded with could probably light his skin on fire.
Smiling slightly, he ran his fingers down his chest until they disappeared in the hot water, leaving to Victor's imagination what they were doing beneath the foam covered surface, hidden away from prying eyes.
The stone was hard and yet oddly… light… under Yuuri's tips as he ran his fingers over the unknown material. The surface was sprinkled by little dips and holes pressing against Yuuri's oversensitive skin - his senses heightened from the heat of the water as well as the smouldering gaze that took in every last ounce of movement as if imprinting them into Victor's mind forever.
And Victor, so far, could do nothing but stare, his mind coming up with the lewdest ideas of what Yuuri's hands could do to himself beneath the water; delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, sensually running up and down his length with movements so inviting it made Victor's own arousal throb. He shivered despite the warmth ascending from the water, drowning the room in heavy, moist air that made it hard to breathe.
He's mine… all mine… he thought, not bold enough to voice what his mind was providing him with.
Not for Victor's own sake of course, but rather for Yuuri's. Sometimes it was still hard for Victor to grasp at Yuuri's moods and decipher what was too much for him and what not. Good thing about eros was that Yuuri had come out of his shell, bad thing was that now the lines of what he felt comfortable with had shifted and sometimes even blurred, making it difficult for Victor to trace down Yuuri's boundaries.
Although, having bathroom sex obviously wasn't a problem, judging by how seductively Yuuri tilted his head back, exposing the perfectly kissable skin of his neck to Victor and looking at him through thick dark lashes; eyes half closed.
God… how was he supposed to survive living with Yuuri without losing his mind?
He's going to be the death of me, Victor realized, his lips slowly stretching into a fond smile that he couldn't have stopped, even if he'd wanted to. His eyes were glued to Yuuri, whose movements were measured, graceful, meaningful – an invitation that didn't need words. And who was Victor not to accept it?
He could feel his chest fill with a strange warmth and crossed what little distance there was between him and the tub, his eyes glued to the man already inside. Yuuri really had turned the water quite hot, Victor realized, but his patience was really running thin at this point and he choose to ignore how much the heat stung his skin because he hadn't gotten used to the temperature first.
Yuuri really was gorgeous like this, with the water gently rocking against his chest, cheeks flushed from the warmth and his eyes heavy lidded from both arousal and content. The small smirk was still in place and Victor half expected Yuuri to throw him a kiss, while Victor walked down the dark steps.
"Finally decided to join me?", asked Yuuri, his tone playful and voice rich with laughter that didn't quite make it past his chest.
"Well, I was enjoying the view", replied Victor, sinking into the water and catching Yuuri's gaze for a second before glancing out of the window with a rather dramatic sigh. "I mean, St. Petersburg is just so beautiful during sunset, don't you agree?".
Obviously, two could play that game. But if Victor's words affected Yuuri in any way, he had learned to hide it from him, because he just laughed, bubbly and good-naturedly; his voice filling the room like liquid warmth and Victor's eyes were back on him unable to look at anything but Yuuri.
"Oh, I know something I'd much rather want to look at", he chuckled, still wondering where all this boldness came from. It was almost like someone had thrown his inner switch, but honestly… the entire moment was far too perfect to care what had changed to make Yuuri like this.
Maybe it was just the realization that he was indeed ready to sell his soul for Victor.
"Is that so?", Victor teased, leaning against the edge of the tub opposite of Yuuri, hands placed on the rim in what he supposed was a relaxed composure.
"Mhm", Yuuri confirmed, humming slightly, his lips showing a beautiful half smile that almost, just almost, made Victor forget about this little game and kiss Yuuri for all it was worth.
"And what might that be?", he inquired, tilting his head back, until it rested against the black, warm stone, and running a wet hand through his hair. It was easy to see the slight shift in Yuuri, as brown eyes followed the path some of the drops took down Victor's temple, the side of his face and his neck until they reached the well sculpted chest.
"A legendary ice skater", Yuuri said, a little breathless, but still determined to keep this going. And really, it was hot, seeing him like this, somewhere between lust and happiness.
Sex is only done right, when you laugh at least once…
"Does said legendary ice skater come with a name?", Victor asked, purring the words rather than speaking, the low vibrations of his chest echoing in his voice.
"Jean-Jacque Leroy"
Victor almost choked on the words, blue eyes going wide for a second before he pouted, deciding that he had enough and would let Yuuri win – for now. "Yuuri! You're wounding me! Come here", he said, reaching for his fiancé and pulling him on his lap.
Yuuri didn't resist, just laughed at Victor's expression, but followed the lead of his hand nonetheless. He felt light headed – light hearted. It was perfect. Them. This. What this was. It didn't matter.
"Sorry, Victor. Revenge is better served hot, you know?", he said laughing and smiling and almost giggling, his chest heavy with all kinds of emotions that were just too much to express.
"I have no idea about revenge, but you're definitely hot", Victor half joked, voice heavy now and arms wrapped around Yuuri's waist, hands travelling up his spine. The mood shifted again and Yuuri laced his fingers through Victor's hair.
"Kiss me…", he whispered, desire coating his words.
Victor's lips were soft and hot and demanding; the kiss open mouthed and filthy – all teeth clicking and tongues dancing and Yuuri was pressed flush against Victor's chest, the soapy water slickening their every movement. He yelped against the hot mouth when Victor suddenly jerked his hips up, cock brushing against Yuuri's.
"V… Victor…", he panted, breaking the kiss in need of air.
And Victor looked up at him, his chest constricting in the best way. He'd wanted to have Yuuri here, in his apartment, in his life, so much for the past weeks that it now felt almost dreamlike to have him sit in his lap, panting and flushed – just perfect.
Something inside Victor shifted and fell back into place. Something that had always been there, but had never felt quite right. But it did now. This was what he needed. Everything he could wish for.
"Oh Yuuri", he whispered, reaching for his face to bring him down for another kiss, but stopped when he felt a warm palm firmly being pressed against his chest.
Yuuri shook his head, brown eyes glistening with confidence. This was it. Yuuri was setting the pace tonight. He was taking the lead instead of Victor and whatever had shifted just seconds ago felt now even better.
Soft lips brushed over Victor's temple. He closed his eyes, let himself be swallowed whole by the sensation. Yuuri's lips on his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Teeth playfully, experimentally nibbling at is pulse point leaving Victor breathless with desire. He would be marked.
Usually that though would have him push anyone he was with away, but Yuuri… with him the thought of being owned made Victor's heart flutter and his cock twitch at the same time. Was he so desperate to give himself over?
Yes, he was.
A moan escaped his parted lips, his hands were buried in soft black strands, holding onto them like an anchor, while Yuuri's fingers brushed over Victor's nipples. The touch left him shivering, unable to stifle the low thrust of his hips that had his cock slide against Yuuri's.
A sharp hiss indicated that the friction was very much appreciated, but Victor didn't dare go further. Yuuri had made it clear that tonight Victor was at his mercy and honestly, the thought alone had Victor on the edge of coming.
"Touch me", Yuuri demanded, his breath hot against Victor's pulse, teeth scraping over his skin and fingers tracing the lines of his abs.
Victor's breath hitched. When had his mouth gone so dry? He couldn't recall. All he knew was that there was no way in hell he wouldn't do exactly what Yuuri wanted. Wasting no time, he let his fingers travel down Yuuri's spine, his touch light, tips only barely pressing against wet flesh, until he reached the base.
They wouldn't need lube with all the soap in the water, but that wasn't why Victor suddenly stopped. A thought occurred to him. Did Yuuri want to switch? To be on top? And if yes, would Victor led him? He never had… neither Yuuri nor anyone else. Control was often the only thing that had held Victor sane in his chaotic life.
"What are you waiting for? Prepare me.", Yuuri said, sitting up. His tongue darted out for a split second to moisten his lips. He was hot and cute all at the same time and Victor feared he would melt under his hands.
"I thought that maybe you wanted to top", Victor explained, hands cupping Yuuri's ass, but not going any further. Not until Yuuri had decided what he wanted to do, because Victor knew he didn't care. He might have never bottomed before, but with this man he would do it. Anytime.
There was a short silence in which Yuuri's kiss bruised lips formed a small 'o' before he shook his head. "No. Not tonight. I…", he trailed off, licked his lips again as if thinking about what he wanted. The look of determination on his face was pure bliss to Victor. "I want to feel you".
Victor released a breath he hadn't known we was holding until now. It wasn't that he was relieved or something, just glad that Yuuri at this point had become comfortable enough around him to actually voice what he wanted – voice and demand, that is.
And he was more than happy when Yuuri finally dipped down, his lips finding Victor's for another heated kiss. He took Victor's bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently, while Victor's hands kneaded his ass cheeks. Water splashed around them, as their chests collided; Yuuri bringing the man in front of him closer, making their erections brush.
Yuuri let go of Victor's lip, but never broke the kiss. Just moaned against him when he felt a curious finger circle his entrance, while Victor's other hand came to rest on Yuuri's hip, holding him steady. He might be in charge tonight, but that didn't mean that Victor didn't have to properly prepare him. It had been weeks since they'd last done this.
Slowly inserting a finger, a soft laugh, warm like a summer wind, spilled over Victor's lips. Yuuri sank his teeth into the skin of shoulder, probably leaving another love bite, but Victor didn't care. All he cared about was the steady rising and falling for Yuuri's hips. He was preparing himself on Victor's finger and really… this must be the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.
"Ahh… Victor… more", Yuuri's voice was high pitched, laced with need and desperate. He wiggled his hips in search of more friction… more sensation… more everything and it was all Victor could do, not to just push three fingers inside already, because no matter how much they both wanted this, he would never hurt Yuuri. Not for anything in the world.
But he did follow the plea and inserted a second digit, watching Yuuri in awe as he threw his head back and rocked his hips harder. Just imagining him doing that on Victor's dick made his blood run hot. He could come undone by the sight alone.
So fucking perfect.
"Yuuri…", he whispered, not knowing what it was that he wanted to tell him, but just responding to the need to say his name. As if that would be enough to say it all. Everything that had Victor's mind race at night when he thought about him. He leaned in and ran his tongue over one pretty, pink nipple. Yuuri tasted like soap and water and probably every chemical mixed into the foam, but underneath all that he tasted like Yuuri.
Just like he always had, when Victor had been unable to keep his tongue to himself.
Happy with the response he got, Victor nibbled at the sensitive nub, simultaneously inserting a third finger into Yuuri to stretch him properly.
He'd dreamed about this. About having Yuuri in this tub and make love to him against the darkening sky of St. Petersburg. The moon and the stars their only witnesses. Just like tonight.
"V… Victor…", Yuuri moaned, his eyes closed, his hips rocking up and down and his erection brushing against Victor's with every movement; bringing him too fast too close to the edge already. And this was not what Victor had had in mind for their reunion, coming too soon because he got swept off his feet by the force that was Katsuki Yuuri.
Naturally, it took Victor by surprise, when Yuuri suddenly jerked his hips up, Victor's fingers slipping out of him in the upwards motion. "Yuuri? What-", his sentence was cut short when gentle fingers closed around his dick and Yuuri rose to his knees in front of him, lining Victor's cock with his entrance.
"I want you inside of me", Yuuri breathed, lowering himself onto Victor, taking him slowly in. And Victor had both his hands on Yuuri's hips now, not to keep the smaller man steady but solely for himself, because he feared he'd lose his mind of didn't hold on to something. His grip was probably hard enough to leave bruises, but Yuuri didn't complain and Victor was sure he would come just from sinking into Yuuri if he loosened his grip.
Yuuri was warm and tight and all kinds of perfect, just like Victor remembered him – only a million times better. The sun could set and never rise again for all he cared if that meant Victor could stay like this forever.
He let his hands slide up Yuuri's sides, brushing them over wet skin and tracing every ridge and dip of his chest and abs, even the thin vertical lines beneath the navel – silent witnesses of Yuuri gaining and losing weight. They made him all the more adorable in Victor's eyes.
Delicate fingers looped around his shoulders, allowing Yuuri better purchase to slide up and down Victor's erection, his pace increasing, as blunt nails dug into Victor's skin. Yuuri's lips parted and soft moans spilled over them every time Victor hit him deep inside – a beautiful melody far more alluring than any song could ever be.
"Ah… slowly… please Yuuri. I'm gonna cum if you keep that up", pleaded Victor, looking at Yuuri through thick silver lashes, his hands shaking with the effort to keep himself from falling over the edge. And Yuuri smiled down at him gently but with all the confidence of a man who had Victor Nikiforov in his hands and completely at his mercy.
Yuuri didn't say anything, but slowed down, his hips now a lot steadier and Victor sighed heavily, the boiling heat in his crotch subsiding gradually until they settled for a slow, intimate rhythm, less desperate, the water no longer splashing around them, but softly rocking against their heated skin. This was better than any needy thrusting could ever be. It was open and pure and deep and the most erotic thing Victor could imagine.
He reached up, cupping Yuuri's face and running his thumbs gently over flushed cheekbones, pulling Yuuri down to kiss him. Not hot and filthy like before, but long and deep, his lips dancing over Yuuri's; tongue tracing their outline. "Can we continue this on the bed, my zolotse (Золотце)?".
Yuuri looked at him for a long moment, his movements stilling. Victor was asking him for permission… him! This was almost too good to be true. But here he was, in Victor's home, waist deep in soapy water, riding the man of his dreams, who'd just asked him if he would allow them to continue this on the bed!
Deciding now was not the time to get overwhelmed by this, Yuuri moistened his lips, not missing how Victor's eyes darted down to follow the path of Yuuri's tongue, before he answered, far cockier than he actually felt: "Only if you make sure that I won't miss you for a second".
It didn't take a genius to know what Yuuri meant, considering the way the you rolled off his tongue, thick and heavy with meaning. Victor visibly swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Yuuri was asking him to not break their connection while he carried him to the bedroom. Well, that was a challenge.
"Someone's bossy tonight…", he said, wrapping his arms tightly around Yuuri's waist. Long, slender legs closed behind Victor's back, and nails, softened from the water, dug into his shoulders. He didn't know why, but something inside his chest just yearned for having Yuuri on his bed, spreading him open and claiming him – slowly, passionately, the whole night.
And Yuuri never remembered how he'd gotten there, but next thing he knew, he felt soft sheets, now soaked with water, in his back as he was placed on the mattress of the large four-poster bed, the curtains falling shut behind Victor, who now hovered over Yuuri, piercing blue eyes bright in the dimly lit space of their little enclosure.
A little bubbly laugh escaped Yuuri's lips, but was soon replaced by the same moans he'd uttered before, bits and pieces of Victor's name, the syllables rough and broken, because Yuuri was way too occupied with feeling instead of talking and with Victor on top of him now, every coherent thought had gone flying out of the window.
The thrusts were still shallow and languid, the rhythm slow, loving, caring in a way that made Yuuri's heart flutter, but wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the craving that had settled in his guts. He'd grasped that Victor wanted this to last and drag out every second of it – their tender reunion after weeks of separation. It made Yuuri desperate for more. "Ahhh… Victor… more", he moaned, not really a plea but rather a demand again. Yuuri wouldn't let Victor take the reins again.
"So impatient…", whispered Victor, all hot breath and deep voice right next to Yuuri's ear, lips tracing over the sensitive shell, sending waves of pleasure down his spine. Despite his words, Victor's thrusts at least hit deeper now, angled to brush over Yuuri's prostate with every stroke. It was liquid bliss in his veins.
"Aahhh… yes just like that. Harder, Victor, harder", Yuuri tried to edge him on, get him to hit that one spot with more force to fuel the steady heat in Yuuri's crotch, coiling and uncoiling, burning through his guts – so good.
Yuuri's right hand was above his head now, fisting the soft wet sheets, giving him purchase to move his body with Victor's rhythm – make him go deeper every time he thrust back in.
"I'll cum if I do that", Victor rasped, tracing his tongue down Yuuri's neck, tasting him and taking in his unique scent that now lay hidden beneath thick waves of cinnamon, but was still there, subtle and calming.
Dark eyes, previously closed in pleasure, now opened to look straight at Victor. They were darkened by lust, glazed over and heavy lidded – bedroom eyes. Even more beautiful than Victor remembered them. He felt captivated, unable to deny Yuuri anything.
"I want you to. Come inside me and take me with you".
Victor bit his lower lip. The words alone send sparks down his crotch. Yuuri looked like a deity beneath him, with his red cheeks, dishevelled hair and parted lips. How could anyone say no to him? Capturing Yuuri's mouth for a long kiss, Victor increased his speed, sliding out of the body beneath him, letting the heat of it edge him on as he dove back in and swallowed Yuuri's cries of pleasure with a kiss.
Who knew he could be this vocal and demanding when he'd been so passive during their first time, inexperienced but willing to give himself over to Victor's care. Now he'd found his eros in the bedroom and it made Victor boil with desire.
Heat tugged at his guts as the speed increased. Yuuri was hot and wet and velvety and Victor wanted to lose himself in this- the moment, the sensation, Yuuri. The edge was close already and judging by how much Yuuri withered and twitched beneath him, Victor wasn't alone in this. He wrapped one hand around Yuuri's cock, hard and slick with precum, and started stroking him in time with his thrusts. The skin was hot and yet soft under his touch and Yuuri whimpered against his lips seconds before he came undone, sending Victor crushing into his own climax.
"Ahhh… Victor…", Yuuri moaned, breaking the kiss and spilling his seed between their joined bodies as white hot pleasure crushed through him, his muscles contracting, leaving him shaken and boneless, riding out every last drop of ecstasy.
Victor moaned at the feeling of Yuuri moving his hips along Victor's oversensitive, now softening cock and brought their foreheads together, serene smile adorning his lips, blue eyes gazing at brown ones lovingly. "You're amazing, my Золотце", he whispered, his body now weak from the force of his release but utterly satisfied.
Yuuri gazed up at Victor, furrowing his brows slightly. "Care to tell me what that means?", he asked, his breath still coming in harsh pants as he raised one hand to trace it through Victor's soft wet hair. Little droplets of water were dripping down on Yuuri's chest, sliding onto the sheets and leaving a barely visible path on his drying skin.
"Little piece of gold", explained Victor, not sure of it was too sappy a name, but he thought it to be fitting, so…
And Yuuri blushed slightly, his fingers playing with Victor's hair, fumbling and tugging a little while he bit his lower lip, thinking about the name. His mouth formed a small 'o' when realization hit him. Piece of gold… He wished he could bury his face anywhere, but Victor was above him and round him and still inside him, with his arms placed on either side of Yuuri's head. A perfect cage named Victor.
"You like it?"
There was only a small trace of insecurity in Victor's voice, but Yuuri caught onto it. He wasn't the only one struggling with the concept of a relationship. Yuuri propped himself up on his elbows while bringing Victor's face closer again, lips brushing over lips until they melted into a kiss again.
And Victor's tongue was in his mouth, playing with Yuuri's, sending new sparks down his spine and making his cock stir with newly woken interest. Victor was addicting – everything about him. The way he moved, the deep timbre of his voice, vibrating in his chest, his piercing blue eyes the colour of the vivid Hasetsu ocean on a bright day that followed a stormy night.
Yuuri arched his back, sliding his hardening cock against Victor's thigh and drawing a chuckle from him. "Yuuri, I can't keep up with your stamina, you know that", he said, breaking the kiss, but looking down at Yuuri with all the adoration of a man too deeply in love to think straight.
"So, we can't do it again?", Yuuri asked, voice a hint of shy now and cheeks slightly blushing. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, he just… didn't want Victor to get the wrong impression. But how could anyone resist Victor? He looked like a Greek God and Yuuri had him all to himself. A miracle surely…
Victor hummed slightly in thought, the sound doing all kinds of funny things to Yuuri's libido because who was he kidding? He was a sucker for Victor's voice. Wouldn't tell him though… Victor would only use that against him.
"We could switch, you know?", Victor proposed, showing Yuuri a sweet smile that had his heart flutter in his chest. Victor wanted them to switch? Like in… Yuuri actually taking Victor? His throat clogged up and his tongue suddenly seemed to stick heavily to his gum. He wanted it… really, really wanted to top Victor.
"You sure about this?", he asked, arching his back to meet Victor and brushing his lips against Victor's. The other man didn't strike him as someone who'd hand over control so completely, who'd let another person penetrate him, let alone Yuuri, who had close to zero experience on the field of sexuality.
Instead of answering, Victor switched their positions with a fluent, swift motion, suddenly resting beneath Yuuri on soaked sheets, his cheeks still red from the past climax and his hair wet from the tub. He'd never been more beautiful. "I want you to prepare me", he breathed, fishing for the lube he'd stashed in the bedside cabinet.
Yuuri moistened his lips, feeling a little nervous about this. But hadn't he been mortified by the prospect of dancing to eros at first as well? And how had that turned out for him? No, he could do it. With Victor by his side, he could do anything. Yuuri nodded, slickening his fingers with the lube and taking a deep breath.
The thought of being inside Victor made his cock throb already, but Yuuri took his time to slowly slide a first finger into his fiancé, watching in awe how his expression changed, from somewhat tense to surprised bliss, as if he'd never imagined it to feel this good. And Yuuri remembered how Victor always treated him and curled his finger up to brush against his sweet spot, knowing how incredible it felt to be touched there.
"Ooohhh Yuuri…", Victor moaned, the vowels thick and long rolling off his tongue, Russian accent now more obvious than ever, as he fisted his hands into the sheets and rocked his hips. Yuuri might have the better stamina and be ready for the second round already, but if they kept this up it wouldn't take long for Victor get hard again.
"気持ちいい? ", asked Yuuri, falling back into his native language. "Does it feel good?".
"Y… Yes. Keep going…", Victor's voice was rough now, laced with a hint of desperation and Yuuri decided that he couldn't wait any longer and inserted a second finger, stretching his lover open and making him wither in desire, cock slowly stirring back to life.
Love means to give and to take in equal amounts and giving Victor pleasure filled Yuuri with a strange warmth, radiating through his body, leaving him with a satisfaction that could never be gained by just receiving Victor's love. They were equals. Not only on the ice, but everywhere.
"Yuuri… Voydi v menya (Войди в меня)…", whispered Victor, one hand running through Yuuri's damp hair. "Enter me…". He wanted this… all of it. Yuuri, his warmth, his love, his dedication – everything. Even if he knew that a bit more of preparation would be better, since this was his first time bottoming.
"Victor… it's too soon", Yuuri said, shaking slightly. He wanted to give in, wanted to enter him and make him his and feel every last inch of Victor Nikiforov. Wanted to seduce him and make him come undone. Wanted to be the only thing his life revolved around, if only for a few hours.
"Just take it slow and be gentle, Yuuri", the words were no more than a whisper, breathed against Yuuri's parted, bitten and kiss bruised lips, but they hit him with the force of a November storm, shaking his very being.
Carefully hooking Victor's leg over his shoulder, Yuuri got into position. His erection hot and twitching already, the very thought of entering Victor tugging at his sanity. He half expected to wake up any minute back in Hasetsu and realize that all this was just a dream. The wakeup call never came however. Instead Yuuri found himself slowly sinking into a pool of velvety heat, engulfing his very being, swallowing him to the core.
And Victor moaned lewdly at the feeling of gradually being spread open, the sensation every bit more intense than he'd ever imagined it, leaving him thoroughly exposed. With their current position and Yuuri penetrating Victor's physical boundaries, there was nowhere to hide anymore. He tensed at the thought.
Could he really do this? Let Yuuri know all the ugly sides of him? His deepest desires and biggest fears, all laid bare for him to see, when Victor couldn't stifle the filthy sounds spilling from his lips? The image of the perfect Russian hero cracked and shattered beyond repair and Victor had to trust Yuuri to love him all the same, not matter what he found under the perfectly maintained mask that hadn't slipped in over twenty years.
Of course Yuuri sensed his distress, his insecurities and sudden change of mood, one arm now covering Victor's face as if to shield him from his lover's gaze.
Gentle fingers traced along the knuckles of Victor's hand, not tugging or applying any kind of pressure or force… just touching ever so lightly, giving comfort when it was needed the most.
"Yuuri…", Victor panted, voice choked by emotions too raw to name, as he cautiously raised his arm, allowing Yuuri to look at his face and into his eyes, only to be swallowed by those brown orbs, filled with something Victor hadn't seen in more years than he dared to count.
A reply never came, at least not a vocal one, but Yuuri very tenderly took Victor's hand and laced their fingers together, a gesture that had all remaining barriers melt away in seconds.
The lover's bind.
That's what they called this in Japan, where the simple touch meant so much more than anywhere else. But Victor had learned about it all those months ago, after the Cup of China, where Yuuri had done exactly this for all the world to see. A promise of love and devotion and adoration that could never be put into words.
Yuuri would never recoil from him. Never abandon him. Never leave him. But always stay close. No matter what he found when he gazed into Victor's very core and made him come undone beneath his hands.
There was nothing to hold back and nothing to fear. Yuuri loved him unconditionally. Agape and Eros. Going hand in hand. Joined in the one person, Victor could trust completely.
"I'm yours… no holds barred…", Yuuri whispered, the meaning of the words sinking deep into Victor's consciousness, settling there and making his heart hurt in the best way. They had him arch up to meet Yuuri's lips and kiss him softly, the tension falling away from him, leaving him open to fully enjoy the feeling of his fiancé moving inside of him.
And Yuuri leaned down to press his forehead to Victor's, thanking whatever deity there was for the flexibility of figure skaters, and breathed his lover's name over and over while he slowly, languidly and lovingly thrust inside him, their hands still joined in the lover's bind as they moved as one.
The burning need of their first round was gone, replaced by a deep feeling of belonging that could never be satisfied by hard, frantic thrusts, but needed a different pace, all affectionate touches and sweet kisses, accompanied by an unagitated rhythm. Every stroke long and deep and just so right.
This wasn't about coming; it was about feeling.
Yuuri didn't know how long they remained like this, kissing and touching, while he moved in and out of Victor, their bodies joined in the most perfect way, but he never found sleep before the sun came up and that surely counted for something. His stamina if nothing else.
Chapter 3 End
to be continued…
A/N: The translation for the Japanese and Russian words:
Золотце - spoken: zolotse means 'little piece of gold' (which I found very fitting XD)
Войди в меня - spoken: Voydi v menya means 'enter me'
気持ちいい - spoken: kimochī means 'feels good?'
Okay… we're done. I'm done. Exhausted really XD More plot next time, I promise! How did you guys like it? Next chapter will include Yakov and the Russian team and probably Victor losing his mind over Yuuri every once in a while XD This is so domestic, it makes me want to crawl under my blanket in shame, but I can't resist XD So, for more fluff, stay tuned!