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“Yuuri! Tadaima!1” Victor called out cheerily as he bounded through the front door.
“Okaeri,2” Yuuri replied listlessly from the couch. Victor frowned, closing the door behind him and toeing off his shoes quickly.
“How was your day, dorogoi?3” Yuuri made a noncommittal noise in response. Victor’s frown deepened. “What would you like for dinner, mon chéri4?”
“I’m not hungry,” came the muffled response.
“That’s fine,” Victor continued, setting his things on the table and making his way to the couch. “It will take some time to decide on a restaurant, or cook something, I suppose. I’m not really in the mood to cook, but I could be persuaded if there’s something you have in mind.”
“I’m not hungry,” Yuuri repeated, pillow pressed against his face and hiding his expression.
Victor squatted down next to the couch and touched Yuuri’s shoulder carefully, not wanting to startle his fiance. “At all?”
Yuuri shook his head. “No,” he said stubbornly, “eat without me.”
“Have you already eaten?”
“No.” After a moment’s pause, Yuuri cursed under his breath.
“Lyubimiy5, you know it’s not good to be skipping meals.”
“It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me,” Yuuri grumbled.
“What’s wrong, moya zvyozdochka6?” Victor murmured, gently stroking Yuuri’s arm. “Why do you hide from your husband?”
Yuuri stayed silent for a long while. Victor stayed where he was, trying to soothe his fiance through touch. He knew Yuuri would speak when he was ready. So Victor waited.
With a heavy sigh, Yuuri took the pillow off his face and rested it on his stomach.
“I’m fat.”
“Not at all,” Victor replied without hesitation.
“I knew I gained some weight since I retired; I don’t have your metabolism. But I stepped on the scale today, and-”
“Oh Yurochka, dorogoi,3” Victor said softly, “I told you having that in the house was a bad idea.”
“I thought I would be okay with it,” Yuuri whispered, sitting up as tears welled in his eyes, “but I’ve gained so much weight. I knew my clothes were getting tighter, but I never really looked at myself before today. I’m disgusting.”
“Lyubimiy,5 you are beautiful,” Victor assured.
“I’m not!” Yuuri stood quickly and pushed past Victor. “My stomach sticks out, my thighs jiggle. I’m fat. Stop lying to me.”
“I would never lie to you, my Yurochka.” Victor stood as well and gently pulled Yuuri into a hug. “Why are you being so mean to my husband?”
“Because your husband is going to be fat and ugly at your wedding and you deserve better,” Yuuri spit out into Victor’s neck.
“You are already so much more than I deserve, krasivyi,7” Victor assured, kissing Yuuri’s temple. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I am so in love with you. There is very little you could do to change my mind on that.”
“We should have got married after Nationals,” Yuuri said suddenly, fidgeting in Victor’s embrace. “Then I would have been thin and beautiful.”
“You would have been stressed trying to plan a wedding around practices.” He nuzzled the top of Yuuri’s head. “And you are beautiful now.”
“But I’m not. Everyone says-”
“Anyone worth listening to says nothing because there is nothing to say,” Victor reasons, lightly squeezing Yuuri’s arm as if to emphasize his point. “Yuuri, you are not a professional skater anymore, no one expects you to look like you did then.”
“The media-”
“Are scum, scraping together lies in hopes of a story. How many ridiculous articles have the printed about us? None of it is true. Whatever lies they print about your weight isn’t true.”
“Photos don’t lie, Vitya,” Yuuri argued sounding frustrated. “There are going to be photos at our wedding. And they might not be invited, but you know the press is going to write about it. Everyone is going to see how fat and disgusting I’ve gotten. They’re going to say I let myself go and wonder why the hell the Victor Nikiforov is with a fatty like me.”
“Oh Yuuri,” Victor murmured, dragging out the syllables and squeezing him tightly for a long moment before loosening the hold. “I hate the lies your brain tells you.”
Yuuri bunched his hands up in Victor’s shirt. He stared at them as he spoke. “They’re not lies, and you know it. They have been writing cruel things about me for years.”
“Who is they?”
“People. The media. Your fans. They already think I’m not good enough and now this? They’re going to rip me to shreds.”
Victor wanted to assure Yuuri that he was wrong, but he knew there was truth in Yuuri’s words. The media was not kind to anyone who strayed from their narrow definition of ideal beauty and physique, and even when Yuuri was competing, in peak physical form, there were comments about his thighs.
All performers knew that the media would always find some flaw to exploit for profits.
Yuuri sighed, hands loosening their grip on Victor’s shirt. “Our wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. I don’t want to ruin it by looking like an overweight bum.”
“There is no way you could look like a bum in the gorgeous tux you’ve picked,” Victor teased. “Or suit. Or dress, for all I know, you won’t let me see the damn thing.”
Yuuri chuckled slightly. “Well, I was planning on wearing my Eros costume but-” his joking faltered.
“But then you would be the katsudon femme fatale, seducing all our guests,” Victor continued smoothly, “and I simply cannot have that at my wedding. I am putting my foot down.” Yuuri groaned, hitting Victor’s shoulder with his forehead. “
I still regret telling you that.”
“But it worked didn’t it?” Victor countered with a grin.
“Only because it was you, and you were thinking with your dick before I ever performed.”
“Oh Yuuri,” he purred, “my dick was not the only one affected by your performance.”
“Vitya!” Yuuri whined, hiding his face in the crook of Victor’s neck. Victor moved his hand to stroke Yuuri’s hair.
“You were the most delicious katsudon we ever laid eyes on.” Yuuri grumbled something into Victor’s neck that he couldn’t quite make out. “I’m sorry, lyubimiy, I didn’t understand you.” Yuuri pulled back from Victor, tears brimming his eyes. “
I’m such a fattie, I couldn’t even skate without thinking of food.” Yuuri fell back into Victor’s chest as the tears started to fall. Victor was taken by surprise; he hadn’t expected that to be the thing that sent Yuuri over the edge. But he quickly recovered, stroking Yuuri soothingly.
“You hadn’t feel sexual desire yet, so you drew inspiration from something indulgent. There’s nothing wrong with that. There are many people who don’t feel desire like that. You are a performer. You found the inspiration to get the job done. You were wonderful.”
Yuuri pulled Victor closer and kept crying. Victor let him. He placed light kisses to Yuuri’s head. He rubbed circles along Yuuri’s back. He whispered declarations of love in Russian, trying to distract Yuuri.
After a few minutes, Victor felt Yuuri’s sobs subsiding.
“Please look at me?” Victor asked softly.
“I need a tissue first.”
“Just wipe it on my shirt.”
“Victor, that’s disgusting.”
“We have to wash it anyway.”
“Absolutely not,” Yuuri pulled back from Victor, covering the lower half of his face.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Victor grabbed Yuuri’s arm.
“And you’ll come back, yes?” Yuuri hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. Victor let go of his arm, satisfied enough with Yuuri’s response. He watched Yuuri as he made his way to the bathroom, brow furrowing with worry.
Victor knew it would be hard to console Yuuri. Yuuri’s relationship with his fluctuating weight went much further back than his relationship with Victor. Then there was the fact that Victor stupidly, cruelly called Yuuri a piggy when he first arrived in Hasetsu. Victor had only meant to tease Yuuri, but his intentions didn’t change the impact his words had on Yuuri. Victor was slightly surprised that wasn’t thrown back in his face yet, as Yuuri would often perseverate on that interaction whenever he was preoccupied with his weight.
Victor ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He wanted to chuck the scale through the window.
He heard Yuuri turn off the faucet and he quickly schooled his face into a loving, supportive expression. He couldn’t let Yuuri know that when Yuuri hated himself, it hurt Victor too; Yuuri would never confide in him again. Yuuri wiped at his eyes as he walked back to Victor. His breathing was still unshaky, his eyes still shone, and he watched his feet the entire walk, but he came back. “Hi,” he said meekly once in front of Victor.
“Hi,” Victor echoed with a soft smile. “You come here often?”
Yuuri let out a chuckle. “I do, but I’m afraid I’m already seeing someone.”
Victor clucked in disapproval. “What a shame. Your lover is a very lucky man.”
“No,” Yuuri said with a shake.
“No?” he gasped in disbelief. “You’re stunning.”
Slowly, Yuuri lifted his gaze to look at Victor. “No, I’m the lucky one. My lover is a kind, compassionate man that takes such good care of me.” He smiled softly, though it didn’t entirely reach his eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve him.”
“You exist, moyo syerdtse.8” Victor gently caressed Yuuri’s cheek.
“You deserve the world for simply being you.”
Yuuri placed his hand atop Victor’s and nuzzled slightly into the caress. “Thank you, Vitya.”
“Of course, my Yurochka.”
“I still don’t believe you.”
“I know. But by now you should know that I have excellent tastes-”
“That’s debatable.”
“I have expensive tastes,” Victor amended. Yuuri didn’t disagree. “And you, moyo zolotse9, are the most magnificent, most precious thing I have ever owned.”
“Oh, so you own me now,” Yuuri teased. “Interesting.”
“Well, I am a luxury few can afford, so...”
Yuuri groaned. “I hate Chris for buying you that sweater.”
“But you are right,” Victor wrapped his free arm around Yuuri’s waist and tugged him forward, “You have long owned my heart.”
“Oh god Victor, that’s so cheesy,” Yuuri groaned .
“But true!” Victor leaned forward and placed a long kiss on Yuuri’s forehead. When he spoke again, it was in a low, sincere tone, “I know your brain won’t let you believe me, but please trust that I love you and that if that were ever untrue, I would have left already.” He pulled back to smile goofily at Yuuri. “When have I been known for doing anything other than what I want?”
Yuuri returned the smile with a small one of his own. “You are incredibly self-centered.”
“Ouch,” Victor clutched at his chest, “Yuuri, you wound me!” Yuuri pushed up onto his toes to plant a kiss on Victor’s cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“For loving me.”
“Oh Yurochka, moyo syerdtse,8 you don’t have to thank me for loving you.”
“I know it’s not easy-”
“There is nothing easier than loving you.”
“Victor,” Yuuri almost warned.
“Yuuri,” Victor mimicked. “I love you,” he squeezed Yuuri’s waist, “more than anything in the world.” Victor kissed Yuuri’s forehead again.
“More than skating?”
“Yes.” Victor kissed Yuuri’s cheek.
“More than shopping?”
“Of course.” Victor kissed Yuuri’s other cheek.
“More than my mom’s katsudon?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far…” Yuuri pushed Victor playfully. “Of course. More than anything, moyo syerdtse.8 And I can’t wait to remind you of that every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Vitya,” Yuuri murmured, eyes watering again. Victor swooped down to kiss Yuuri, hoping to chase away the tears as he covered Yuuri’s face with kisses.
“I’m so in love with you,” Victor declared between kisses. “I can’t wait to marry you.” Victor felt Yuuri tense up in his arms and he mentally kicked himself. He leaned back and shifted their embrace so that he could take Yuuri’s face in his hand. “You will be beautiful on our wedding day, dorogoi.3 You are beautiful now.”
Victor watched as Yuuri bit down on his lip and quickly brushed his thumb over Yuuri’s lip, coaxing it back out from between Yuuri’s teeth.
“But if you would feel more comfortable losing some weight, then I will do everything I can to help you. We can start eating healthier and get back into the habit of working out more thoroughly. We can get a machine for the house, if you don’t want to go to the gym. Or we can-”
“You don’t have to do anything because of me,” Yuuri said softly, glancing away from Victor.
“We are a team, moyo zolotse,9 and if you want to do this, we do this together. I am in part responsible, and it’s not as if I am still in the same shape as when you were skating.” Victor watched as Yuuri mulled what Victor.
“I’ll think about it,” he conceded. Victor smiled down at him affectionately.
“Take your time, lyubimiy, there is no rush.” He leaned forward and kissed Yuuri’s lips, brushing his cheek affectionately as he did. Yuuri hummed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as Victor kissed him tenderly. He bunched his hands into Victor’s shirt as Victor started to pull back. Yuuri chased after him, kissing Victor firmly once he found his lips again.
Their mouths moved against one another as they kissed each other languidly. Eventually, Yuuri was the one to try deepen the kiss by nipping at Victor’s lip, then running his tongue along the seam. Victor pulled back and looked at him closely.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, concern laced in his words. Yuuri chewed his lip for a moment, then nodded. “Yuuri-”
Yuuri silenced him with another kiss, pressing his tongue more insistently against Victor’s lips. Victor let him in, letting Yuuri’s tongue seek out his and tentatively kissing back. Yuuri slid his hands under Victor’s shirt and pressed Victor closer to himself. He ran his hands across Victor’s back, rubbing abstract patterns in his caresses. Their kisses grow more heated, Yuuri’s tongue more insistent. Yuuri’s caresses turned to scratches. “Touch me,” he whispered against Victor’s lips.
Victor pulled back from Yuuri, holding him firmly in place as he searched Yuuri’s eyes with a furrowed brow. “Yuuri-” he started again.
“Show me how much you love me.”
Victor let out a shuddering sigh and rested his forehead against Yuuri’s. “How am I supposed to refuse when you ask like that?”
“You aren’t.” Yuuri’s hand rubbed a path across Victor’s flank, coming to rest above his heart. “Now touch me.”
Victor pulled Yuuri close, kissing him deeply. His hand on Yuuri’s cheek slid to cradle his neck. His other hand dropped from Yuuri’s waist down to his backside, fondling it gently. Yuuri made a pleased noise in his throat and kissed Victor fervently.
They continued kissing for some time, both quite enjoying the tangle of their tongues as they took turns leading. Victor pulled back first, nuzzling at Yuuri’s throat as he caught his breath. “Let me show you all of my love,” he pleaded, kissing Yuuri’s neck.
“Please,” Yuuri replied, pressing his hips into Victor so that he could feel him hardening. Victor groaned, muttering stream of Russian under his breath, before kissing Yuuri’s neck again. He brought his head back up to meet Yuuri’s gaze and smiled seductively. “Then let me take you the bedroom, moya strast.10”
Yuuri nodded, pulling away from Victor reluctantly. Victor took Yuuri’s hand in his and guided him back to their bedroom. He kicked the door closed out of habit. Yuuri tugged him towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
“And where am I to sit, Yurochka,” Victor teased. Yuuri laughed softly and scooted back towards the middle of the bed. Victor followed him, tucking his legs under him as he sat across from Yuuri. Yuuri smiled at him shyly for a moment, then slipped his shirt off over his head. Victor whistled appreciatively.
Yuuri blushed and hit Victor playfully. “Stop.”
“Can’t. You look amazing, lyubimiy5” Victor ran his hands up Yuuri’s arms. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?” Victor gently pushed Yuuri backwards so that he was laying on his back. He traced along Yuuri’s collar bone. “So sexy,” he crooned, trailing his fingers down to skim Yuuri’s breast.
“Don’t touch there!” Yuuri gasped “They’re so big.” He tried to cover his chest but Victor pinned his hands to the bed.
“They’re softer than when you were training, but I wouldn’t say they’re that big. Besides,” Victor leaned down, exhaling just over Yuuri’s nipple, “you’re so sensitive here.” He ran his tongue around it, causing Yuuri to jerk. “It would be a shame not to play with them.”
Yuuri opened his mouth to respond but it was quickly replaced with a moan as Victor swiped his tongue around the nipple. Yuuri squirmed as Victor licked and sucked, scraping it gently with his teeth.
“Victor,” Yuuri gasped, trying to break his hands free from Victor’s grip. Victor hummed, glancing up at Yuuri as he flicked the nipple with his tongue. “Victor, stop,” he protested weakly.
Victor pulled back, letting go of Yuuri’s wrists and looking carefully at Yuuri. “Do you mean that, Yuuri?” Yuuri looked away from Victor, training his eyes on the bedside lamp. Victor pulled himself off Yuuri, moving his hands from Yuuri’s to the bed beside them. “If you want me to stop, I will, dorogoi.3” Yuuri didn’t respond, chewing at the inside of his lip. After a few moments, Victor placed his hand on Yuuri’s cheek and gently turned Yuuri’s face back towards him. “Talk to me, lyubimiy.5 Do you want me to stop? If you do, tell me and I will.”
Victor watched as Yuuri cycled through several emotions quickly, face reflecting his conflicting feelings. Yuuri sighed.
“No,” he replied softly. “You don’t have to stop.”
“Are you sure?” Victor asked, searching Yuuri’s eyes for any doubt.
“Yeah. It’s just… embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Why are you embarrassed?”
“Because.”
“Yuuuuri,” Victor stretched out his name, stroking his cheek.
“Because my body-”
“Is beautiful,” Victor interrupted. He leaned forward to kiss Yuuri’s lips, softly but firmly. After a beat, Yuuri kissed back. Victor’s moved his lips from Yuuri’s, kissing his neck, lightly biting and sucking his way down.
“Vitya, I have a meeting tomorrow.” Victor bit down harder for a fraction of a second, then pulled back slightly and kissed where he bit.
“Another time then,” Victor promised. He kissed along Yuuri’s collarbone before kissing down his chest. He planted quick kisses to each nipple, then pulled himself up to sit on his heels. Victor placed his hands on Yuuri’s lower stomach and spread his fingers wide. He pressed down gently and moved his hands outward, smoothing out the rolls in Yuuri’s stomach as he pushed the skin. Yuuri fidgeted slightly under Victor’s hands, self-conscious about the way his stomach rippled. When Victor reached Yuuri’s sides, he lightly squeezed Yuuri’s love handles.
“Victor-” Yuuri began to protest, but Victor bent forward and kissed his navel. Yuuri inhaled sharply. Victor gently massaged Yuuri’s sides as he placed wet, open kisses around Yuuri’s belly button. Victor dipped his tongue into Yuuri navel, pressing down. Yuuri let out a cry as his insides twisted pleasurably. Victor pushed his hands up and down Yuuri’s sides as he flicked his tongue across Yuuri’s bellybutton. He moved his mouth lower, kissing wetly until he reached Yuuri’s waistband. He glanced up at Yuuri, watching his chest move as he breathed shallowly; Yuuri’s eyes were closed. Without permission to continue, Victor kissed along the waistband before snaking back up to kiss across the expanse of Yuuri’s stomach.
“Vitya,” Yuuri whined. Victor hummed into his belly, sucking at the skin lightly. “Vitya, stop playing with my fat.”
“I love your belly.” Victor kissed it to punctuate his point.
“One, you’re insane, and two,” Yuuri put his hand on Victor’s head and pushed it downward, “stop teasing me.”
Victor grinned. “Of course, moya strast.10” Yuuri let out a low whine. He slid his hands down Yuuri’s chest, brushing over his nipples as he went; Yuuri arched up into the touch. Victor curled his fingers into waistband of Yuuri’s pants and slowly dragged the fabric down. Yuuri lifted his hips to help. He got the pants halfway down Yuuri’s thighs when Yuuri wiggled his hips.
“Underwear too,” he panted. Victor complied, taking hold of the edge of them and pulling them down as well. Once both had cleared Yuuri’s feet, Victor tossed them far behind him and stared down at Yuuri, drinking in his naked body. Yuuri turned his face into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut. “Vitya, stop staring.”
Victor leaned forward onto Yuuri, quickly kissing his way back up Yuuri’s chest. Once he reached Yuuri’s neck, his kissed along his jaw and made his way to his ear. He took the lobe into his mouth and sucked and nibbled at it.
“You’re so beautiful, Yuuri,” Victor whispered. Yuuri shivered. “So sexy. Do you have any idea what you do to me, mon dieu du sexe?11” He licked along the shell of Yuuri’s ear.
“Sh-shut up,” Yuuri complained weakly, hands grabbing at Victor’s shoulders. Victor flicked Yuuri’s earlobe with his tongue. He let his weight down onto Yuuri, pressing his still clothed body against Yuuri’s naked one. “Do you feel how hard you make me, Yuuri?” He circled his hips, rubbing their crotches together. Yuuri moaned, hips pressing up in response. “Only you can make me feel this way, moya strast.10”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Yuuri complained breathily.
“It’s not about me.”
“But I want to feel you.” He squeezed Victor’s shoulders as their hips ground together. “It’s uncomfortable.”
“Oh, now we can’t have that,” Victor tutted. He nipped Yuuri’s ear and pulled back, pushing up off the bed to lean back into a kneel. He kissed Yuuri’s hip and got off the bed. Yuuri pressed the pillows down with his hands, trying to get a better look at his fiance. Victor caught Yuuri’s eye, lips curling into a grin as he realized what Yuuri was doing. “Do you want to watch, moya strast?10” Yuuri nodded shyly. “Oh Yuuri, all you had to do was ask.” Victor moved to a spot where Yuuri could see him better. “I will always give you what you want.” He grabbed the bottom of his sweater, expression melting into something far more sultry. “Especially when you ask for things like this.”
Victor slowly pulled his sweater up, letting it bunch up under his arm, exposing his stomach. He ran a hand over his stomach and watched Yuuri lick his lips, tracking the movement of Victor’s fingers with his eyes. He pulled his sweater over his head, but kept his arms in the sleeves, covering his chest back up with the material. Victor slowly slid his arms arms out, one at a time, before sliding the shirt down his chest, biting his lip playfully as he did. He let the shirt drop to the floor and ran both hands up his chest, brushing his fingers over his formly-defined abdomen; Yuuri’s body wasn’t the only one that had been changed by their post-retirement habits. He let out a sigh as he pressed the heel of his palms his nipples. His hands continued up his neck, moving into his hair. Victor moaned softly as he tugged at his locks, causing Yuuri to sharply inhale his next breath.
Victor brushed his fingers down his sides, settling his hands on his waistband. He curled his fingers under the edge and slid his hands towards the center. He unhooked the button, then slowly pulled down the zipper, almost tooth by tooth. Victor slid his hands against his back and down to his hips before pushing down the pants, making sure to sway his hips as he did so. He stepped out of them, kicking them off the the side, before angling his body so that his ass was more prominently displayed. It wasn’t nearly as nice as Yuuri’s ass, in Victor’s opinion, but Yuuri enjoyed it, and that was more than enough for him. Victor snapped the elastic that had slipped up his cheeks throughout the day. He roughly palmed his cheeks, gasping Yuuri’s name as he massaged them briefly. Victor watched as Yuuri’s hand moved towards his erection.
“I’m supposed to be the one touching you,” Victor chided, causing Yuuri to stop his hand midair. Yuuri’s eyes darted from Victor to his crotch then back to Victor as he weighed his next move. “Let me be the one to make you feel good,” Victor crooned, hips swaying as he moved back towards the bed. He kneeled on the edge, reaching over and taking Yuuri into his hand. Yuuri’s head tilted back and he let out a low moan. “But your panties…” Yuuri trailed off as Victor squeezed him. Victor awkwardly shimmied them down, trying to keep contact with Yuuri the whole time. He sighed in frustration, letting go of Yuuri briefly to peel them off then throw them across the room. Victor then crawled to Yuuri, moving with practiced sensuality. He settled back in between Yuuri’s legs, running his hands reverently up Yuuri’s thighs, before repositioning himself onto his own stomach.
Victor returned to kissing along Yuuri’s hips, licking at the skin as he drifted downward. His kisses trailed towards Yuuri’s penis, but he skirted around it, grinning to himself at the way Yuuri wiggled his hips, trying to force Victor to kiss where he wanted him most. Victor moved onto Yuuri’s thighs, kissing them wetly and he gently eased Yurri’s knees upward, leading Yuuri to plant his feet on the mattress.
“God, I love your thighs,” Victor declared, peppering kissing up and down the left before repeating the action on the right.
“They’re huge,” Yuuri complained, sounding out of breath.
“They’re amazing.” He nipped at the flesh. Yuuri jolted at the sensation. “You thighs have always been strong, lyubimiy,5 and I’ve always loved feeling them wrapped around me.”
“Not anymore. They’re flabby.”
“They’re softer than before, yes-”
“Everything’s softer than before,” Yuuri mumbled.
“I like you softer,” Victor assured, grabbing Yuuri’s thighs, and pressing into them with his fingers. "I can feel your muscle, Yuuri, and the muscle beneath your softness is strong as ever.” He nuzzled Yuuri’s thigh with his cheek. “Oh, you have no idea how much I fantasize about being crushed between them.”
“Vitya!”
“It’s true.” He bit Yuuri’s thigh, sucking at the skin harshly. Yuuri squirmed, as if trying to get away, but Victor held firm to his thighs, keeping him in place. When he pulled away, he licked along the forming bruise. “I’ve longed for it ever since I saw how they gripped the pole and moved your body so…” Victor fumbled for the right word in English. He settled for biting Yuuri’s thigh again, moving higher up this time. Yuuri bit his knuckles to stifle his moan. “Let me hear you, Yurochka. I love the noises you make.” Yuuri dropped his hand to the bed as he cried out when Victor bit sharply just below the juncture of his hip and leg.
“That’s it, moya strast,10” Victor encouraged. “You sound so beautiful when you moan like that.”
Victor kissed the bite marks he left along Yuuri’s right thigh, then moved to mirror the bites on the left. Yuuri panted and moaned, squirming at the feel of Victor roughly biting and kissing his thighs. He moved one hand on Victor’s head, tangling his finger into his hair. After a sharp bite, Yuuri tugged on the strands, heat flooding through his veins as Victor moaned in response. He tugged again, sharper, trying to pull Victor off.
“Vitya, please,” he pleaded. Victor hummed into his thigh before letting himself be pulled back.
“Please what,” Victor prompted, lids sliding half closed at the pressure on his scalp.
“Please touch me already.”
“I’ve been touching you, Yuuri.” He squeezed Yuuri’s thighs.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I do. Where should I touch you, mon désir?12” Victor watched him closely, curious which Yuuri would respond-- shy Yuuri, who was still embarrassed by sex years into their relationship, or confident Yuuri, who had no problem forcing Victor to give him what he wants.
Yuuri stared back at Victor, his expression landing somewhere in between, heavily flushed but determined. “My cock,” he said, only a shadow of nervousness coloring his words. “Touch my cock, Viten’ka.”
Victor moaned loudly, trying to nod but not able to do much with Yuuri still holding onto his hair. He let go of Yuuri’s thighs and slid his hand up towards Yuuri’s cock, still not touching it. Yuuri pulled sharply on Victor’s hair again. Victor gasped.
“Viten’ka,” Yuuri warned. Victor lightly grasped Yuuri at the base, barely applying any pressure as he moved up the shaft. “Don’t tease.” He pushed Victor’s head down towards his cock.
Victor kissed the head delicately before swiping his tongue around it. He gently pulled down the foreskin, lapping at the slit, pressing against it with his tongue. Yuuri let out a shuddery sigh and loosened his grip on Victor’s hair.
Victor continued to focus on the head, lightly scraping his teeth across it. He licked at it sloppily, letting his spit coat Yuuri’s cock as it spilled out of his mouth. Yuuri grew impatient, hips canting to try to push deeper into Victor’s mouth. Victor held him in place with a firm press to his hip. Yuuri responded by pushing down on Victor’s head again. After a moment of resistance, and being rewarded with another tug on his hair, Victor allowed himself to be forced down onto Yuuri’s cock. He gagged before he got it all in his mouth, causing Yuuri to ease up on his grip.
Victor pulled his head upwards, pressing down as he dragged his tongue along the underside. He breathed deeply through his nose and eased himself back down, this time able to continue down until his nose bumped against Yuuri’s skin. Yuuri let out a cry as Victor deliberately swallowed around him. Victor pulled his head back before sliding down again, moving his head at a calculated pace as he focused on his breathing; Yuuri was always better at this than he was.
Victor could feel Yuuri straining not the thrust up into his mouth and he sped up his movements. When he gagged again, he gripped the base of Yuuri’s cock with one hand, controlling how much Yuuri could force into his mouth, and squeezed roughly. Yuuri groaned, allowing himself to thrust up now that Victor was at less risk of gagging. Victor moaned onto Yuuri’s cock, moving his mouth more quickly up and down Yuuri’s shaft. He continued to squeeze Yuuri rhythmically as he moved.
“Viten’ka,” Yuuri gasped.
Victor pulled off, and planted kisses along the length. “God, I love your cock,” Victor murmured in between loud, open mouth kisses. He pulled his hand back and moved his mouth down, licking and sucking as he went. He then kissed Yuuri’s testicles before taking one into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. Yuuri moaned loudly, tightly winding his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor pulled back slightly to kiss the testicle before shifting his head to suck the next. Yuuri’s hips bucked up under the assault, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. Victor licked his way back up Yuuri’s cock, moaning much louder than necessary as he lapped at the precum dribbling out his slit.
“Mon désir,11 you taste incredible.” Before Yuuri could speak his flustered protest, Victor swiftly engulfed Yuuri with his mouth once more, effectively shutting him up. Victor enthusiastically bobbed along Yuuri’s length, humming as Yuuri bucked up up into his mouth. Yuuri squeezed Victor with his thighs, leading to Victor moaning loudly and redoubling his efforts in blowing Yuuri within an
inch of his life. “Viten’ka,” Yuuri gasped, “Is that all you’re going to do tonight?”
Victor pulled back, kissing the head of Yuuri’s cock reverently. “Yuuri, I could do this for the rest of my life and die happy.”
Yuuri yanked his hair away from Victor’s hair and covered his face with both hands.
“Vitya, stoooooop,” he whined.
“Never.” Victor took Yuuri fully into his mouth one more time, and hollowed his cheeks and sucked as he slowly, tortuously, pulled up back up. He pulled off with a pop. “Turn over, mon amour,13” he instructed, kissing the tip one more time before sliding off Yuuri’s lower body and kneeling between his legs again. He stared down at Yuuri’s body hungrily. “Blyad'14, you look amazing,” Victor hissed, running his hands up Yuuri’s thighs to his torso appreciatively.
“I can’t lay on my stomach if you’re molesting it, Vitya,” Yuuri pointed out, pushing up onto his elbows. Victor hummed in acknowledgement and reluctantly removed his hands from Yuuri’s body.
“But I love molesting you,” Victor pouted, shuffling back to give Yuuri more room to maneuver.
“I know. The world knows. You were constantly groping me on live television at every competition.”
“I kept it family friendly,” Victor insisted.
“We barely made it past the censors,” Yuuri deadpanned, rolling over onto his stomach. “How do you want me?”
“Anyway I can have you.”
“Vitya.”
“On your knees, lyubimiy.5”
Yuuri obeyed, shifting so that his weight resting on his knees and elbows. As Yuuri positioned himself, Victor moved along the bed until he could reach the nightstand, opening it and taking out a well used bottle of lube. Victor settled himself behind Yuuri, kissing the small of his back as he dropped the bottle on the bed. He ran his hands up Yuuri’s outer thighs as he laid several more kisses along his back. He then took Yuuri’s ass into his hands, squeezing it as he mouthed at the dimples just above. Yuuri groaned, pressing back into the fondling. Victor dragged his mouth down to kiss a cheek.
“Your ass is perfect,” Victor praised, lavishing it with kisses as he massaged it with his hands. “I love watching it move and flex as you dance. And, god, how it looks in your tights… The way they cling to you, to your beautiful curves…” Victor groaned, biting down into Yuuri’s ass cheek, causing him to squeak as Victor sucked a bruise there as well. “I am jealous that they get to touch you like that.” Yuuri laughed, his voice airy and melodic.
“You are ridiculous.”
“I should be the only one to feel you like that,” Victor continued as he ran his hands over Yuuri’s ass and thighs appreciatively. “Like this.”
“They’re clothes, Victor.”
“But still.” He bit Yuuri again, this time on the other cheek. It elicited a moan from Yuuri and a slight push into it from Yuuri’s hips. He trailed kisses inward, spreading Yuuri’s cheeks apart as he approached the division between them. Victor pulled back and hummed approvingly.
“You’re beautiful here as well,” Victor praised.
“Vitya, that’s embarrassING!” Yuuri’s complaint morphed into a moan as Victor licked a stripe up the cleft of his ass.
Victor pressed his fingers into Yuuri’s cheeks, holding them as far apart as possible as he brought his tongue back down to focus on Yuuri’s hole. He laved the area with attention, placing messy open mouth kisses, loving the soft pants he heard over the wet sounds of his work. Victor licked around the puckered hole, teasing it with the gentlest of prods until Yuuri started pushing back towards Victor’s tongue, whining, high and needy.
“Vitya,” he moaned. Victor hummed in response before quickly returning to his task. “Vitya, please.”
Victor obliged, pressing more firmly at the hole until his tongue pushed in. Yuuri moaned loudly, resting his head on his hands as he struggled for breaths. Victor continued to push in and out, slowly fucking Yuuri with his tongue. He lightly sucked at the skin, humming in delight as the hiss the action earned him. Victor would have been content with pleasuring Yuuri like this until his jaw ached unbearably, but Yuuri had other plans.
“Not enough,” Yuuri moaned the complaint even as he kept thrusting back onto Victor’s tongue. Victor brought his finger to caress along the rim as he continued to plunge his tongue in and out. “Not enough.” Victor pressed his finger in alongside his tongue. “Not enough!” Yuuri cried sounding frustrated. Victor was preparing to curl his finger when Yuuri growled, “Ty nuzhen mne!15” short-circuiting Victor’s brain as all blood rushed to his cock. Victor moaned unabashedly into Yuuri before pulling out and resting his forehead on Yuuri’s back as he struggled to find his breath and rational thought. His cock throbbed as the words replayed in his head: I need you.
“Ty nuzhen mne,14 Viten’ka,” Yuuri repeated. He arched forward, pushing his ass into the air alluringly. “Fuck me.”
Victor scrambled to get bottle of lube, fumbling with the lid as he tried to flip it open. Little flustered him as much as when Yuuri made demands, and Victor was always eager to obey. He squeezed too much onto his fingers, but ignored the mess dripping onto his thighs in favor of pressing his finger into Yuuri.
“More.”
Victor pressed a second finger in along with the first, pushing them as deep as he could and pressing down. Yuuri mewled as Victor dragged his fingers in and out, moving at a steady pace that was not quite enough. Before he could complain, Victor began spreading his fingers and opening Yuuri up. Yuuri sighed as Victor’s fingers scissored inside him, pleased with the stretch.
Victor took his time, carefully preparing Yuuri for what was to come. It had been so long since Yuuri had asked for his cock, he had no desire to cause his fiance any amount of pain. Once Yuuri was suitably stretched, Victor slid in a third finger for good measure. He sped up his movements, Yuuri’s breath hitching every time Victor brushed just past his prostate.
“Viten’ka-”
Victor pressed down on the bundle of nerves. Yuuri cried out, arms shaking as they tried to support him. Victor teased that spot, rubbing it relentlessly as he curled his fingers for better access. Yuuri’s torso collapsed onto the bed; his legs started shaking next.
“Viten’ka,” he gasped wetly, “ty nuzhen mne.15 Potzeluy menya.16”
Victor pulled his fingers out and rolled Yuuri over, settling his body atop him instantly, taking Yuuri’s face into his clean hand and kissing him eagerly, passionately, swallowing down Yuuri’s moans and echoing them with moans of his own.
Yuuri wiggled until his leg was positioned between Victor’s and pushed up, forcing Victor’s thighs apart with his own. Victor kissed hungrily as Yuuri applied pressure to his cock, pushing his hips down in response. He slid his leg up to rub against Yuuri as well, who enthusiastically rutted against Victor’s thigh as the ground together.
Their kisses grew sloppier, teeth bumping and tongues sliding an uncoordinated dance. Growing dizzy from kissing, Victor pulled his mouth away, resting his head to Yuuri’s forehead as he took gulping breaths. Yuuri moved his head to attack Victor’s neck, biting into the flesh, licking and sucking and working it determinedly into a deep bruise.
“Yuuuri,” Victor dragged his name out in a way that Victor knew would drive him wild. Yuuri responded by sucking harder. “Mark me as yours, Yurochka. Let everyone know I belong to you.”
Yuuri growled into Victor’s neck and quickly set to work on another love bite. Victor tilted his head to allow Yuuri better access and allowed himself to make soft noises of pleasure, encouraging Yuuri to do as he wished. Yuuri fisted one hand in Victor’s hair and tugged his head further to the side, baring his neck for more bites. After one more long, sharp bite, and a series of lighter, shorter nips, Yuuri dropped his head back to the bed and admired the red splotches along Victor’s neck.
“Now you’re the beautiful one,” Yuuri commented, loosening his grip on Victor’s hair to scratch his scalp instead. Victor felt a fresh wave of heat pool in his gut. v “Only because I’m yours.”
“Make me yours,” Yuuri countered, guiding Victor’s head so that they were face to face again. “Fuck me, Viten’ka.”
Yuuri let his words ghost over Victor’s lips before yanking his down into a searing kiss. Victor returned it eagerly, hungrily, snaking his tongue into Yuuri’s mouth, sucking and biting at Yuuri’s lips. Yuuri pushed on Victor’s shoulders, breaking the kiss, and Victor tried to reconnect his mouth with Yuuri’s, but Yuuri held firm.
“Now, Viten’ka. Fuck me, now,” he commanded, jerking his hips up in emphasis.
Victor slithered down Yuuri’s body, kissing every inch he could as he made his descent. He sucked Yuuri back into his mouth, eyes prickling with tears as Yuuri snapped his hips up, forcing his cock deep into Victor’s mouth.
“Viten’ka,” he warned breathily, “Your cock. Now.”
Victor sucked hard as he made his way back up, the wet pop as he pulled off echoing in the room.
“Yes, sir.” Victor glanced to the side, searching for the bottle of lube that had rolled against Yuuri’s hip when they had been grinding up on each other. He grabbed it and rose to a kneel, Yuuri’s leg still slotted between his. “How do you want me?” “Like this.” Yuuri lifted up onto his elbows and looked at Victor through hooded lids. “I want to see you.”
Victor nodded, shuffling over Yuuri’s leg so that he was between Yuuri’s legs once more. He poured lube into his hand and quickly slicked up his own cock, hissing at the sensation of finally being touched. Victor stroked himself several times, feeling Yuuri’s eyes on him as he did so.
“I’m waiting.”
Victor groaned and quickly stopped his ministrations. He held himself firmly at the base and scooted forward until he was nearly touching Yuuri. He slid arm under Yuuri, who lifted his hips to aid him, and braced it at the small of Yuuri’s back, holding him up; Yuuri planted his feet on the bed to help.
Victor lined himself up with Yuuri and slowly began pushing his cock into him. Yuuri cried out as the fat head pushed past the ring of his hole; the rest of Victor followed easily after. Victor held Yuuri flush to his body, panting as he tried to center himself; Yuuri felt so hot and slick and tight and it was almost overwhelming. Victor ran his free hand up Yuuri’s stomach, pushing up some of his chub as he did.
“Viten’ka,” Yuuri whined, rolling his hips, “move.”
Victor fingers danced back down Yuuri’s belly, the moving to grab Yuuri’s hip instead. Then, slowly, he pulled back, clutching at Yuuri’s hip at the delicious drag of Yuuri against his cock. He pressed back in, just as slowly, but halfway in, Yuuri slammed onto his cock.
“Faster,” Yuuri commanded.
Victor was eager to comply, picking up the pace, Yuuri still meeting him halfway. He loved the sounds Yuuri made as he plunged into him, the gasps and pants and moans slowly increasing in volume. He loved the way Yuuri’s hips rolled, hinting at the incredible core strength still present, even if hidden by Yuuri’s belly. He loved the feel of Yuuri squeezing around him, coaxing him back in with each thrust.
Victor groaned as Yuuri’s hand ran over his stomach, caressing the slight pudge that was the result of far too many katsudon bowls and decadent desserts and other overly indulgent meals that Victor wouldn’t ever dream of regretting.
There were so many things Victor could say, but they tumbled and jumbled around in his mind and he decided maybe he didn’t need to say anything at all. He caught Yuuri’s gaze and willed his expression to say everything his brain couldn’t process.
Maybe it worked, because Yuuri sprang up to grab Victor by the neck and dragged him down for another kiss. The hand that was on Yuuri’s hip came to support his weight above Yuuri, and Yuuri’s legs lifted off the bed to wrap around Victor’s waist, hugging him with his thick, muscular thighs. Victor snapped his hips forward enthusiastically and Yuuri rolled his hips in response.
Yuuri ran his his hands along Victor’s back, massaging and scratching at the wide expanse of skin. He shimmied his hips, purposefully adjusting until he cried out into their kiss. Victor angled himself so that each thrust hit that spot, Yuuri thrashing beneath him as Victor pounded into him faster and harder. Yuuri broke the kiss, gasping for air and moaning obscenely.
“God, you feel amazing,” Victor praised in Yuuri’s ear. “And you look so beautiful taking my cock.” He licked along the shell of Yuuri’s ear. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.” He nipped it. “That I am blessed to do this everyday for the rest of my life.” Yuuri keened beneath him, impaling himself on Victor, twisting his body to maximize his pleasure. Victor snaked a hand between them and took Yuuri’s cock into his hand. He squeezed it tightly before pumping it in time with their hips. Yuuri cried out wantonly, arching into the touch.
“Blyad’,14 Yuuri, it’s like your body was made for me. It keeps pulling me in.”
“It was,” Yuuri panted. “Just for you.” Victor snapped his hips harder in response, sending Yuuri into a fit of moans.
“I can’t last long like this, lyubimiy,5” Victor warned as Yuuri squeezed down on his cock.
“So don’t.”
“Yuuri-”
“I’m close too, just don’t stop.”
Victor obeyed, pounding into Yuuri relentlessly, focusing each thrust on Yuuri’s prostate. The lewd sounds of their love-making, slapping skin, slick thrusts, broken moans, grew louder. Yuuri scratched deeper into Victor’s back. He twisted one hand into Victor’s hair and pulled tightly. Victor’s movements grew erratic, coordination between his hips and hands fading.
“Don’t stop,” Yuuri cried, fucking himself down onto Victor’s cock, then up into his hand. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pleaded Victor felt himself fast approaching climax, Yuuri’s desperate cries amplifying the need that had been growing and spreading throughout his body like magma in his blood.
“Yuuri,” he moaned.
“Vitya, Vitya, Vitya,” Yuuri chanted, dragging Victor closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed Victor’s neck and forced Victor to look at him. “Vitya, napolni menya.17”
Victor’s hips stuttered as he came with a loud cry, cock pulsing as it spilled into Yuuri. Yuuri moaned lustfully as he felt the warmth of the cum coating him inside. He rocked himself on Victor’s cock, squeezing down and milking it. Through the haze of pleasure, Victor could feel Yuuri tensing underneath him. Victor fought to pull himself back to some semblance of consciousness as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through him, continuing to push his softening cock into Yuuri and moving his hand faster. His hand moved more and more frantically as Yuuri’s moans grew louder in volume and higher in pitch.
“That’s it, mon amour,13 come for me.” Yuuri whined, fucking into Victor’s hand with more fervor. “Let me see how beautiful you are when you come on my cock.” Yuuri dug his nails into Victor’s back, arching, every muscle tensing. “Končit.18”
Yuuri screamed as he plunged over the edge, thrashing about, hips jerking wildly as he ejactulated in Victor’s hand. Victor pulled Yuuri’s orgasm from him, pumping him dutifully and murmuring words of encouragement in Russian as Yuuri coated his hand. He only stilled his hand when Yuuri collapsed in his arms, boneless and looking thoroughly sated.
“Vitya,” he mumbled lethargically.
“I’m right here, moyo syerdtse,8” Victor reassured, kissing his forehead. He let go of Yuuri, pressing his soiled hand onto Yuuri’s stomach and spreading the wetness over his belly.
“Vitya,” Yuuri complained half-heartedly, still slightly breathless.
“But you look so pretty like this,” Victor mused, swirling his finger through it.
“Vitya, that’s gross.”
“That’s not what you say when I’m the one covered.” Had Yuuri’s cheeks not already been ruddied with exertion, Victor was certain Yuuri would be blushing.
“Vitya.”
Victor sighed dramatically, wiping his hand across Yuuri’s chest. “Fine. I’ll clean you up.”
“With a towel!” Yuuri quickly added.
“You’re no fun,” he teased with a wink. He slowly pulled back from Yuuri, hearing Yuuri sigh softly at the loss of Victor inside of him. Victor dipped down and placed a featherlight kiss to Yuuri’s spent cock.
“Vitya!” Yuuri squeaked. Victor laughed softly, then started to shimmy off of the bed, careful not to soil the duvet.
“You realize we still have to wash it, right? I can feel wet spots already.”
“True,” Victor agreed, wiping his still sticky hand across the blanket. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, grabbing the first towel in sight. He ran one end under the faucet briefly before returning to Yuuri.
Yuuri was still spread out across the bed, unmoving since Victor left him. Victor sat beside him and carefully began to wipe away their mess with the dry end of the towel. Yuuri inhaled sharply when the towel brushed over his sensitive cock. Once Yuuri was mostly clean, Victor ran the wet end over him as well.
“‘S good enough,” Yuuri slurred, eyes shut and body relaxed.
“We should probably still take a shower,” Victor pointed out, swiping the towel along Yuuri’s backside to clean up what was already leaking out of him.
“In a bit.” Victor smiled.
“Of course, Yurochka.” He wiped himself off quickly before tossing the towel towards the hamper. “Have you thought about what you would like for dinner yet?”
“When?” Yuuri laughed, cracking an eye open to look at Victor. “When you were pounding me into the sheets? No, it seemed to have slipped my mind.” Victor laughed along with him, resting his hand on Yuuri’s thigh and stroking it absently.
“We still need to eat.”
“Probably.”
“Think of all the calories we burned.”
“I don’t think it was that many.”
“Ouch.”
“I didn’t mean it like that!” Yuuri scrambled to sit up. Victor smiled warmly at him.
“I know, moya zvyozdochka.6” Victor squeezed Yuuri’s thigh affectionately. “What about Chinese, hmm? They deliver, and we are in no condition to go out.” After a pause, Victor added, “Or I can walk over to that one café. They have those delicious salads.” Yuuri chewed at his lip, considering Victor’s suggestions.
After a long moment, Yuuri replied, “Chinese is fine.” He leaned forward and kissed Victor lovingly. When he pulled back, a smirk sat upon his lips. “But I’m not sharing. If you want something, order your own.”
“Yuuuuuriiiii,” Victor whined. “You’re so mean to meeeeee.”
“You know you love me,” Yuuri teased.
“With all my heart,” Victor replied instantly, looking at Yuuri, completely love struck. Yuuri’s smile softened as he mirrored Victor’s expression.
“I love you, too.”