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Yuuri had just gotten off the ice after finishing a perfect rendition of his skate, 'In Regards to Love: Eros,' when his silver haired coach, Viktor, began critiquing him. This was rather hard for his coach, seeing as how well Yuuri did made it complicated to motivate him, so he gave in and said, "All right, Yuuri. That was beautiful, well done."
The young man was confused at how his coach had nothing negative to say, for surely he had done something wrong in his skate, and though he made no verbal protest, his face said it all.
"Ah, my sweet Yuuri! I'm so proud of you!" Viktor's eyes sparkled as he flashed his famous smile. Just like he believed Yuuri to be, he found the performance completely flawless. "There were no mistakes during that whole performance. I wouldn't doubt that's what gets you the gold!”
He pulled him against his body in a tight hug, a hand sliding up to caress his head. "And if you get the gold, I think you know the reward you will receive from me"
Yuuri reveled in the warm embrace and the praise he was getting from Viktor, although he had to be careful to stay humble through the compliments. He loved the attention, and definitely enjoyed the physical contact, but he still wanted to hear Viktor say the 'reward' he would get when he won gold.
"Well, Viktor... I can’t seem to remember the reward you’re suggesting - would you mind telling me exactly what it is?" he asked teasingly while still holding tightly to his beloved coach.
Viktor shook his head, making a 'tsk' noise as he did. "Oh Yuuri, I'm afraid I can't tell you around all these screaming fans. If they heard, they'd surely follow us home, desperate to watch." He gestured to the screams from the audience all around them as they held each other close. One side of his lips rose into a smirk as they moved close to Yuuri's ear. His hot breath tickled his ear as he whispered, "I can tell you, though, that it'll start with some teasing - maybe a few..." he licked a small stripe on Yuuri's ear. "Licks..."
Yuuri felt his breath hitch as he felt Viktor's warm tongue contact his skin, still chilled from being out on the ice, and arched his back on instinct. Even just this small, suggestive action filled Yuuri's mind and body with lust, and he needed more.
Then again, he didn't want Viktor to have the upper hand right away, but he was putty in the silver haired man's hands. He was vulnerable to Viktor, but in a way that pleased him. Yuuri trusted Viktor, in a way he had never trusted anyone else before; he trusted Viktor with his body and his heart, his mind, his whole being.
Yuuri was curious as to what else Viktor would do to him, and knew that whatever Viktor was planning was bound to bring both of them to a world of delicious pleasure. Upon realizing this, he did the only thing he could think of, tilting his head slightly and submitting himself to Viktor, asking "W-What will you do a-after that?"
Viktor suddenly didn't care about the thousands upon thousands of people watching them. All he wanted was to make Yuuri squirm and let out that one little moan that would send the man over the edge. His lips attached to the exposed skin of his neck as his hands trailed down to Yuuri's waist. "Then... Our clothes will come off piece by piece until I can look at you in all your naked glory..."
Some whispers started up around them as people started to notice. But that didn't bother Viktor. All he cared about was getting his beautiful Yuuri all hot and bothered. Small kisses trailed down to Yuuri's clothed collar bone, making Viktor omit a grunt of disappointment. "You'd better hope Yurio finishes quick. Because little Viktor down there is getting restless..."
Yuuri gasped at this, his pants tightening as he registered every word, every action coming from Viktor. He could feel the eyes of those who had noticed what was happening, and flushed red as they continued to stare at him. He knew it was indecent to be doing what Viktor was doing in such a public place - except he wasn't sure if he really wanted the man to cease what he was doing - but it was an inappropriate location for such suggestive actions; maybe if he just 'attempted' to make Viktor stop, he would still have some sense of dignity around those who were watching.
"V-Viktor, y-you need to s-stop,” Yuuri stuttered out along with a quiet, barely audible moan, although deep within him, the desire that was growing told him otherwise; the desire within him said that he needed more, much more.
Viktor lifted his head and looked around, eyebrows furrowed. He cursed inwardly and pushed Yuuri away from the ice as the whispering got louder, "Yuuri. We need to find a room. Now."
When they got around a corner he pressed his groin against Yuuri's ass so he feels the hard-on that Viktor has. His breaths came as aroused puffs as he whispered, "Your moans will be the death of me."
His hand closed around the knob of a random door, then he pulled it open and shoved Yuuri inside the room. He was aroused, and needed to satisfy himself.
Once inside the room, Yuuri felt Viktor's arousal press against him again, he felt even more desperate desire that made his skin tingle and his pants tighten even more than they had been beforehand.
Like Viktor, Yuuri's breathing was not the normal, steady breathing one normally had; his mind and body were clouded with delicious desire, his heart pounding and his body aching to be joined with Viktor's. "V-Viktor, I don't - I don't think I can w-wait much longer. I want you."
Viktor ground against Yuuri's ass as his eyes bore into his lovers'. "Yuuri, strip. I know you want to get out of that confining uniform.” He took it in between his fingers, then let it go, making it snap against Yuuri's skin. They then rose up to loosen his tie and toss it to the floor, smirking at the idea of them getting caught. Someone could hear them, get worried, and open the door to see them. It made his arousal stronger. His jacket quickly joined his tie on the floor. "I want to be inside you, Yuuri. I want to hear your sinful moans..."
Yuuri's eyes widened a little upon hearing this, but he knew he wanted it too. He could tell just how aroused and desperate Viktor was, and yet he decided to have a little fun of his own. He began to strip as Viktor had ordered him, but he did it differently; he went teasingly and agonizingly slow, while dawning bedroom eyes, trying to get a reaction out of Viktor.
A strangled grown came from deep in Viktor's chest as he fumbled to unbutton his shirt. The tent in his pants was extremely obvious as his hard-on strained to get out. "Yuuri, don't tease me! If you tease, it will be so, so rough later." He leaned in close to whisper in his student’s ear, "You won't be able to get up on that podium today."
In the distance, an announcement sounded the start of Yurio's program. That made Viktor tense. "Quickly, my dear, we haven't much time."
Yuuri did as he was told and finished undressing, emitting a quiet moan at the thought of getting it rough from Viktor. His eyes flicked upward to see Viktor, and Yuuri flushed yet again as he saw how hard and ready Viktor was.
Yuuri knew that time was completely of the essence in this situation, and decided it would probably be the best if Viktor led, for now.
'But maybe I'll surprise him at the end,' Yuuri thought before turning completely to Viktor.
"All right, I'm - I'm yours. I'm ready."
Viktor's pants made their way to the floor, the only thing keeping his arousal hidden was his boxers. "Yuuri, I want you so badly."
He then stopped, worried, and looked at Yuuri as a realization struck him.
"Yuuri, is this your first time?”
He slowly bent down, ready to grab his pants for when Yuuri said 'yes'. He didn't want Yuuri's first time to be here, he wanted it to be in a bed, while Viktor made sweet love to him. He loved Yuuri, and if Viktor hurt him, he would be devastated, and would never forgive himself. "Please, tell me it's not - "
"I, um, n-no! It, ah, it isn't my first time," Yuuri lied.
He hated lying, especially to Viktor, but he knew he wanted this badly. He tried to tell himself that fooling around with Phichit in Detroit counted, but deep down he knew it was nothing like this, it was meaningless; this was not.
All he hoped was that Viktor would believe him, and not ask questions; he wanted Viktor now, and couldn't wait any longer.
“It isn't, it isn't," he repeated, trying to reassure himself and Viktor.
"Please, Viktor..."
Viktor knew Yuuri wasn’t quite telling the truth. He could see it in his eyes.
“Yuuri, I know you're lying. I-I'm sorry, I can't let your first time be here." He picked the pants up off the floor. "I just can't. I want you to be comfortable for your first time. Wait until we get home, okay?" It pained him to say it, but he just had to.
His head shook as he pulled the pants back on. "I love you too much to hurt you." He really meant what he said, and hoped Yuuri would listen to him. But he doubted that the raven-haired male would.
Did Viktor really need to wait? Yuuri knew he should listen and just wait until later, but maybe they didn't have to stop completely.
He pushed his hair back again and went to Viktor, pressing against him and giving him irresistible eyes.
"Do you really want to stop here, Viktor? I know how you feel about me, I know you want me. Maybe we won't do all of it here, but maybe we could do something, hm?"
Yuuri pressed his lips onto Viktor's, kissing him softly at first but increasing the intensity, causing Yuuri to groan softly.
"We won't do it all here, but I can't go back out there like this, can I?" Yuuri murmured while motioning at himself.
Viktor swallows, doing everything in his power not to take Yuuri right then and there. "Y-Yuuri, please. I - I can't do this now. I can't take you here,” he insisted despite his hard on strained against his pants. Still, he pressed Yuuri against the wall and used his knee to rub against his crotch, muttering, "Yuuri, I will suck you, and you will suck me, and that will be all until we get back."
He presses his lips hard against Yuuri's hands trailing down to Yuuri's arousal. "Or, I could use my hands. Whatever my little piggy wants..."
Yuuri's erratic breath hitched again as Viktor touched him.
"P-Please, V-Viktor..." Yuuri whimpered, filled with need.
He decided he would try to be patient and wait until they got home to make love, but it wasn't going to be easy.
"V-Viktor - ah - please t-touch me more,” he moaned as he felt the sweet friction. On instinct, he rubbed his hips down and arched his back, body begging for more. He only hardened more at the thought of sucking Viktor off, wanting to hear his lustful groans as Yuuri pleased him.
Viktor was still rubbing against Yuuri's undeniable arousal, and Yuuri pleaded once more.
"V-Viktor, please touch me - ah - more..."
A low groan erupted from deep in Viktor's chest. His voice is low and husky as he whispers, "Yuuri, Do you want my hand around your throbbing cock? You want me to please you Yuuri?" His fingers brush lightly against the underside of Yuuri's hard-on as his own becomes impossibly hard. His hips ground roughly against Yuuri's. "I'll please you so you beg for more, and when we get home, I'll show you no mercy."
His voice came out as a growl at those last few words.
Yuuri whimpered and moaned as Viktor continued to touch his hard-on, loving every second and every deliciously sinful word coming from Viktor.
"P-Please Viktor! Y-Yes - ngh! P-Please touch me m-more!"
Yuuri bucked his hips forward into Viktor's hand, trying to regain the pleasure he desperately needed, yet knowing he would have to beg for it.
"Ah - Viktor, please, please, d-do it more!"
He secretly loved begging for it, and loved hearing Viktor talk dirty, his voice husky, lustful and filled with sinful desire.
"Please!"
He was unbearably hard in Viktor's hand and could only groan out, "Please, Viktor, I n-need more!"
At that, Viktor's fingers tightened around Yuuri's erection, squeezing tightly. "What do you want me to do? Tell me exactly." His voice dripped with lust as his lips kissed his neck over and over. Those damn moans of Yuuri's were making Viktor go crazy, but he still tried to keep himself at bay. But it was almost impossible. They had never gone any further that what they were doing in that room, and it was killing Viktor slowly. He wanted so badly to just shove Yuuri up against a wall and ravish him as he begged for mercy.
Viktor shook that idea out of his head before it actually happened, right there, against a wall. His teeth clenched tightly as he cursed at himself.
Yuuri could tell just how close to losing control Viktor was, and it simultaneously scared and excited him, seeing as he had never really done this before.
He continued to let stifled moans slip out of his mouth as Viktor kissed his neck and gripped his arousal. Yuuri knew Viktor wanted to hear him say exactly what he needed, and Yuuri decided to give the man a show; he was going to use his Eros.
"Viktor," he purred boldly, despite his submissive side.
"I want you to wrap your pretty little - ngh - lips around me, and suck me off until I'm whimpering your name, drowning in pleasure."
He paused, trying to evaluate what he had just said before continuing.
"Then, when you finish, I want you to push me to my knees, and I will give you the burning pleasure you know you want from me."
Viktor couldn't help but let a soft moan escape from his mouth as he dropped to his knees in front of Yuuri. He'd never seen Yuuri so seductive. He wanted more of Yuuri's Eros, he wanted to hear him talk dirty unlike he ever had before. It turned him on to no end. "Yuuri, promise me this. When you go out on that ice next time, make this what you think about - seductive, hot, sexual. Make your body flow like the words coming off that sinful little tongue."
One hand drifted down to Viktor's pants, pushing them down along with his too-tight boxers, at that moment. Immediately after, his long, pale fingers wrapped around his aching arousal as his tongue slowly licked from the base of Yuuri's cock, to the tip.
"Ngh - Viktor, this turns you on, doesn't it?" Yuuri asked rhetorically after a small groan slipped from his mouth.
"You like hearing me talk to you like this, and obviously you enjoy giving blowjobs. Look at - ngh - look at you, touching yourself. You look so good on your knees Viktor, your hand on your erection, your lips on my cock. You look sinfully delicious."
Yuuri put his hands into Viktor's silky silver hair as he said this, pulling it gently, urging him to continue.
Viktor moaned again as he nods, licking another stripe up Yuuri's cock. "A-Ah, Yuuri, I think you're enjoying it more than me - "
Out slipped a small, awkward laugh after. He slowly pumped his hand on his erection, groaning as he pulled his head back enough to press his lips to the head of Yuuri's cock. His tongue flicked out to taste the precum that gathered, moaning again at the taste. "Yuuri, you're so horny for me."
The head slowly passed through Viktor's lips as his free hand slipped around Yuuri's ass for leverage. He stopped when he was halfway, looking up at Yuuri almost innocently. But he was far from it, with his lips around Yuuri's cock like that.
Yuuri let out a low groan, focusing himself on the sight, sounds and sensations pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
He almost lost it when Viktor looked up at him with otherwise innocent eyes; he practically came at the sight. He had glanced down at the same time that Viktor gazed upward, and boy, Viktor was quite a deliciously sinful vision; down on his knees, his swollen lips wrapped Yuuri's dripping, hard cock, his hair a mess, his hands on his own erection.
The sight earned quite a lustful deep groan from Yuuri, who only became more and more aroused at the sight.
"Viktor, ngh - your mouth feels so good, and you look so sexy, down on your knees just for me. You're all - ngh - all mine."
Viktor moaned around Yuuri's cock, sending vibrations through Yuuri's body. His eyes closed as he bottomed himself out, then pulled his head back until only the tip was held in his lips, then repeats the motion over and over again. The hand around his erection moved quickly, as Viktor wanted to come at the same time as Yuuri. The opposite hand caressed and squeezed Yuuri's ass.
He was trying to give Yuuri the maximum amount of pleasure. He removed his lips to mutter, "No. You're mine. I-I'm the top here!"
Still, he loved hearing Yuuri say that, sounding dominant like that. He knew he'd have to give Yuuri a chance at some point. But Viktor needed to be the first.
Yuuri groaned as Viktor squeezed his ass again; it was one of his weak spots, one that brought him great pleasure.
"V-Viktor! Your mouth feels - ah - s-so good, don't stop!"
He knew he was close to his climax, and each moan from Viktor vibrated onto his cock making it even harder to hold back. It took all his self control to keep himself from shoving himself down Viktor's throat and coming, hard.
He was unbearably close and cried out "Viktor! I-I'm going to - ah! - come!”
Viktor continued to bob his head back and forth as he moaned, close to his peak as well. He groaned an began to deepthroat his lover, doing everything he could not to gag. The
hand that squeezed his as slipped between his legs to rub Yuuri's balls between his fingers. The hand positioned around his own erection flicked to get him even closer. He couldn't imagine gaining his release any time other than when Yuuri did. His chest began to heave as he forced himself not to come. His eyes, still flooded with lust, flicked back up at Yuuri to look at the faces he was making.
Yuuri had his head thrown back in impure, sin-filled pleasure.
He was so close to his climax, and knew Viktor must be as well.
He had to restrain himself from bucking his hips, pushing himself further into Viktor's warm throat, and filling Viktor's throat with his hot cum.
He looked down to see Viktor once again, his eyes burning with hot lust, his silver hair a beautiful mess, his face flushed and lips tight around Yuuri's swollen cock, swallowing his length. He looked like he needed to come, very, very badly.
"Viktor - ahh! - s-so good, V-Viktor, let's come together!"
Viktor groaned around Yuuri's cock, needing desperately to finally allow himself to cum. He agreed with Yuuri's statement wish a short moan, muffled by Yuuri's erection. His thumb pressed hard into the slit of his own cock so he doesn't come, but he was desperate, pain starting to finger its way down his length as he forces the orgasm back. His moans quickly turn to whines as he sucks Yuuri harder and faster, trying to make him cum so he himself could feel the sweet sweet satisfaction of release.
Yuuri could not hold back any longer, and could tell that Viktor was the same. The man's beautiful blue eyes showed exactly how desperate he was, how much he was holding back.
They were both so, so close and both were holding back. Yuuri decided to do the only thing he could think of doing.
"Viktor, V-Viktor, come on, let’s come together, please. Don't - ngh! - don't look away from me as you do, okay? I won't look away. Come for me, come w-with me - ah! N-Now!"
Viktor let out a loud cry, not caring about who could hear him. His thumb moved the second he heard Yuuri say the words, "come together."
His cum shot out of his cock, getting all over his hands, as well as Yuuri's thighs. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes open and trained on Yuuri's as the orgasm racked his body. Yuuri's name left Viktor's pink, swollen lips, which stayed around the head of Yuuri's cock so none of his cum would end up on his face. So, with a muffled cry, he keened, "Y-Yuuri!"
His voice was dripping with lust, and pure need. He wanted to fuck Yuuri, bad.
"Viktor!" Yuuri cried out as he came, shooting his whole, hot load down Viktor's throat.
He almost threw his head back in pleasurable ecstasy, but had promised not to look away, and he had no regret in that way. Viktor was quite a sight as he came, his lips around Yuuri's cock, his hands being filled with his own cum.
After he finished riding out his climax, Yuuri shyly knelt beside Viktor, but boldly took his hands, both covered in cum and licked it off without breaking eye contact from Viktor.
He was still not satisfied, nor would either of them be until they got home to finish and fuck until the sun rose in the sky.
Viktor groaned at the feeling of Yuuri's cum. His cock hardened again as Yuuri licked the cum off his hands. The look in the raven haired male's eyes practically made him come again. After the cum was off his fingers, he used them to grip Yuuri's hair as he stood. "Now, it's your turn to suck. Make it almost impossible to keep myself from slamming you against this wall. You want to taste more of my cum, don't you?"
He let go of Yuuri's hair to lift his chin slowly. "By the way, you taste amazing, Yuuri." He practically purred, his accent strong as he spoke in his low, husky manner. "And that taste is all mine, now."
"All yours, yes," Yuuri murmured as he looked at Viktor's cock, which was hardening again.
He wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing it gently before planting a soft kiss on the tip. Yuuri parted his lips slightly, extending his tongue to lick the head teasingly.
As Viktor's cock continued to harden, Yuuri pushed the tip into his mouth and sucked it lightly, teasing again.
He enjoyed messing with Viktor, watching his reactions; it only made his lust rage further. Viktor tugged Yuuri's hair a little, and Yuuri took that as his cue. He started to take in Viktor's cock, inch by torturously lustful inch.
He was glad he didn't have a sensitive gag reflex, making it easier for him to let Viktor in deeper; he would save that for when Viktor started begging for more. He let his hands trail down to his own growing erection, as he took Viktor in slowly.
Viktor groaned, trying hard not to buck forward. As his cock slipped between Yuuri's lips, it twitched slightly on his tongue. The sight of Yuuri's pretty little lips practically made him come right then and there, but he kept himself from releasing so soon. "Ah, Yuuri, b-baby..."
The back of one of his hands pressed against his mouth to hold in his moans as the other gripped Yuuri's jet black hair tightly. He was feeling pure bliss, a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. He couldn't help but lie his head on the wall behind him and close his eyes as his soft moans spilled from his lips, building up from his chest.
"Fuck, Yuuri. You're so amazing. Look at those beautiful lips of yours..."
Yuuri loved the lewd sounds Viktor was making, and wanted them only to intensify.
He took Viktor deeper into his throat, putting a hand on his ass and squeezing it as he flicked his wrist, the sensations making him moan around Viktor's hard cock. This sent vibrations of pure pleasure to Viktor's twitching cock.
In a lewd sort of way, Yuuri felt pleasure as Viktor tugged his hair, wordlessly pleading for more.
Yuuri let out a soft moan, a vibrato onto Viktor's cock once again, sending waves of pleasure to him. Yuuri looked up and gazed at Viktor with lustful bedroom eyes once more, just to see what delicious reaction the man would have.
Viktor let out a low groan as he snapped his hips forward roughly, his whole cock being swallowed by Yuuri's mouth. He couldn't stop himself. He could never control himself when it came to pleasure. "Baby - "
His face was contorted into a look of pure pleasure. He didn't see Yuuri's face, and in all honesty, didn't want to look. He knew he was making a face that would send him over the edge.
The feeling of Yuuri's hand squeezing his ass made him moan loudly, giving no cares if someone heard. He just wanted Yuuri to keep going. "G-God Yuuri, how are you so good at this?"
His hips rolled forward as he mouth-fucked Yuuri, desperate to get himself close. It was agonizingly slow, waiting for his orgasm to build up. And it drove him absolutely insane.
As Viktor thrust into Yuuri's mouth, Yuuri focused on breathing through his nose, inhaling Viktor's musky scent as he let Viktor have his way, letting him fuck his mouth as he pleased.
Viktor was obviously desperate for his orgasm, and Yuuri was as well, especially since he would be expected up there on the podium very soon.
He flicked his wrist vigorously, trying to reach his orgasm. Yuuri let go of Viktor's taut ass and slid his hand up Viktor's inner thighs teasingly before cupping and playing with
Viktor's balls, trying to bring him closer to the edge, to his orgasm.
Viktor groaned again, his fingers tightening in Yuuri's hair as he continued to fuck into Yuuri's mouth, his cock twitching when Yuuri touched his balls.
His chest started to heave as his cock started to leak precum. In the distance, the announcement of the end of Yurio's program sounded. Viktor cursed loudly, "Yuuri, quickly. I-It's almost time. Please, hurry!"
He was practically begging for his release, his eyes shifted down to look at Yuuri's lips. He was desperate. He was doing anything he could think of to send himself over the edge.
Small curses left Viktor's lips as he got closer and closer to his much-needed orgasm.
Yuuri took Viktor as deep into his throat as he could go, taking him completely in and moving his tongue against the underside of the man's cock, trying to push him to orgasm. He squeezed Viktor's balls and flicked his wrist quickly, desperate to come.
He moaned loudly onto Viktor's cock, vibrating it, and continued this bringing each of them closer and closer to their burning climaxes.
He was so close, so very close to his much needed release, and he hoped Viktor was close as well.
They were running out of time. It would be time for Yuuri to be on the podium in less than ten minutes. They both needed to come, and needed to do it fast.
Without warning, Viktor's hips snapped forward as his cum shot down Yuuri's throat, hot and thick.
His chest heaved more than before as he rode out his orgasm, moans loud and wild.
After he finally finished, he sighed in pure relief. "Ah, Yuuri!"
The announcer started to call people to the ice, the awards ceremony was starting soon. "Y-Yuuri, cum for me, my sweet ice prince - come for me..."
He began to fear that they'd miss it, and that someone would start a rumor of what they were doing. He didn't want it getting around. He wanted it to be their little secret until they were ready to go public with their relationship. "Please..."
As soon as Viktor's hot load went down Yuuri's throat and Viktor told him to come, Yuuri had a decision to make.
Would he put on a show and risk missing the podium and proving the rumors, or would he come quickly for Viktor as he was told?
He heard the announcement that called the skaters in, and knew that putting on a show for Viktor would have to wait.
Viktor had pulled out of Yuuri's mouth after coming, freeing Yuuri's voice as he moaned, "I'm - ah! - coming, V-Viktor! Ahh!"
His warm, thick cum got all over his hand and a little on his chest, but he hadn't time to care.
He needed to get to the ice.
Luckily, there were towels in the room Viktor had randomly selected, so Yuuri cleaned himself off hurriedly and put on his uniform.
"Viktor, we have to go, we'll be late! We'll finish this later but we need to hurry!"
Viktor shivered in pleasure, still recovering from his orgasm as well as watching Yuuri. He gave Yuuri a short, yet passionate kiss before buttoning his pants back up and rushing to the door. If they missed this, people would surely know, and their relationship would explode all over the world before they were ready. "Get dressed Yuuri! I'll go out there and answer any questions people have!"
He rushed out quickly, closing the door behind him. He didn't care about the looks he earned. He never fixed his messy hair or face, but he didn't care. He'd just stay away from people's looks.
Yuuri hurried to get dressed, hoping that not too many questions would be asked.
Viktor said he would handle it, but what if their flushed faces and messy hair gave it away? He sighed, and tried to forget the worry of people finding out too early, and walked out the door.
The rink was significantly brighter than the room they had been in, and it almost hurt Yuuri's eyes.
He got quite a few looks from people, their eyes boring into his back as he took each step.
He soon reached the podium to see Christophe talking to Viktor, and that definitely worried him. Out of everyone here, Christophe could always, always tell when sexy stuff happened, and Yuuri knew this would be absolutely no exception. Yuuri just hoped Viktor would handle the situation better than he could.
Viktor was nervous, trying to convince Christophe that nothing had happened. But he couldn't. Christophe knew. He was the 'sex whisperer'.
His gaze shot to Yuuri, and his eyes were filled with embarrassment.
When Yuuri got over to the two, Viktor sighed heavily. "Christophe knows, Yuuri."
That gained a nod and a slap to Viktor's ass from Christophe. That made Viktor practically growl. "And I told him, if he tells anyone, I will find out, I will find him, and I will kill him. We don't need anyone finding out about us yet."
And with that, Viktor flattened his hair and rubbed his face, looking almost normal.
Yuuri frowned a little at Viktor's distress.
Would it really be so bad if people found out?
Probably.
A coach dating, loving, being with his student in any romantic or sexual way was occasionally considered taboo, but they would be okay.
When Christophe slapped Viktor's ass, Yuuri had to dig his nails into his own palm to distract himself.
He shot Christophe a look that said “hands off” but the Swiss man was completely oblivious.
He cleared his throat and asked "Should we go talk to Yurio,see how he is?"
Anything to distract the situation would be welcome to Yuuri. He needed to pass the time; all he wanted was to leave so he and Viktor could finish what they started.
Viktor pushed Christophe away with an angry grunt. "Just go to the podium. He'll be up there anyway."
He stormed away, extremely uncomfortable from what Christophe had just done to him. All Christophe did was smirk and slip himself back onto the ice after realizing the renamed from what he did. Viktor leaned against the side of the rink, head in his hands. He was worried. He didn't trust Christophe in the least, he knew he'd tell someone. He knew people would have something to say about the relationship. A coach and his student weren't supposed to be together.
To some people it just seemed wrong.
But Christophe knew. All their friends knew when they saw the rings on the males' fingers. Yet, Viktor still didn't trust them, even though Yuuri probably did.
Viktor's lips were pressed together in a thin line. He was scared, and that's the truth. Scared that their relationship would go public. He didn't want to lose Yuuri and his student, or his lover.
Meanwhile, Yuuri was reciprocating the fears that Viktor had. He couldn't lose Viktor, it would be too much to bear.
And still, the thought occupying his mind the most was Christophe.
He slapped Viktor's ass, and even though he most likely meant no harm, Yuuri felt a little bit of resentment burning in the pit of his stomach. Viktor was his, and Christophe had no right to do what he did. Maybe Yuuri was overreacting and overthinking, but he was secretly fuming.
Christophe knew what had happened, and he slapped Viktor's ass; he was posing a threat. Yuuri kept a close eye on the Swiss man, glaring at his back when he turned away. He simply could not tell anyone, and if he did he would hurt his best friend, but Yuuri believed that Christophe was the type to let things just slip out.
He couldn't lose Viktor. He already lived in that fear, worries that any second the man would disappear from his life, he couldn't let that fear be his reality.
He then remembered that you must keep friends close, and enemies closer; at this moment, Christophe was the enemy.
Yuuri went to him, and stuck to his side to monitor him, yet the man stayed oblivious as ever.
Viktor's head dropped into his hands as he stood there, body enveloped by fear. He knew people would find out. And even though Yuuri was watching him, he knew Christophe would say something.
His head shot up when the announcement called the winners to the podium. He watches Yuuri as he skated to his spot, his eyes filled with fear and worry. He whispered, "Yuuri, please."
He was so afraid of what was to come.
But when he saw Christophe skating over to a group of other skaters, he freaked. Christophe was going to tell the world. And what made it worse?
There was a camera crew right there. Right fucking there.
Little did Viktor know, Yuuri had already handled the situation.
He could tell just how distressed Viktor was, and wanted to reassure him to ebb his fear, but he was up on the podium, away from his coach.
Viktor didn't know that Yuuri had explained the situation to Christophe before the cameras came near, securing the privacy of their relationship, begging, "Christophe, please, you have to listen to me. You want Viktor to be happy, right?"
The Swiss man had nodded in response, looking confused as to why his comrade's lover was asking such a question.
"Then please, don't tell anyone. Please, Christophe, he doesn't want others to know until we decide to share the fact that we are together." Yuuri had pleaded. "He's so distressed over this, please just let us be the ones to reveal the relationship, please."
Christophe smiled a kind smile, not a suggestive smile like his usual one, and said "Oh, Yuuri. You don't have to beg me like that. You and especially Viktor should know that I wouldn't do that to you. Really, you should have more faith in me. Now, go they're calling you to the podium! I promise I'll keep your little secret." Christophe had said, and something in his eyes told Yuuri he meant every word. He could tell Christophe wouldn't hurt Viktor like that. He might tease about it when no one was listening, but he would keep the secret safe.
Viktor took a deep breath as he raised his head. He wanted to watch his boyfriend win his gold.
He tried all he could to trust Christophe. He was his best friend, after all. "You need to help me trust you, Christophe."
He knew he couldn't hear, but he hoped Christophe would just get that through his head. Hopefully, he thought, his mind wasn't too clouded by sexual thoughts.
Christophe was talking to the camera men. But not about the relationship. It was obvious, with the sexual gestures Christophe was making. He was talking about his program.
That made Viktor breathe easy. Maybe he really could trust the sex-for-brains male.
His gaze shifted back to the podium as the announcer awarded the bronze medal to JJ.
Yuuri closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down as he waited on the podium.
He had finally won the gold he had promised Viktor, and although he was delighted, he was also overwhelmed.
Winning gold. Once you win gold, you either stay the same or everything goes downhill, right? Yuuri knew that Viktor won gold, and continued to win gold throughout his skating career, but that's Viktor. Was he really good enough to keep winning gold, or would he pique only to go downhill? The thought scared him. If he didn't do well, he would lose Viktor.
'But I did do well, I need to focus on that right now, stay positive!' he thought to himself, putting on a smile as he watched Yurio get his silver medal.
Yuuri continued to do breathing exercises to calm himself, earning a confused sideways glance from Yurio.
Finally, after time seemed to stand still before Yuuri was awarded his gold medal. A single glistening tear slipped down his cheek as he received his long awaited gold, and his eyes instantly flew to Viktor.
Viktor had tears in his eyes too. His love finally won gold. The gold he wanted to kiss for all that time. And to celebrate, well, they both knew what it would be even before Yuuri got the gold.
Viktor cheered with the rest of the audience, seeming to be the loudest there. He practically screamed for his boyfriend. But people just thought he was a proud coach, cheering for his student. But it was more than that. He ran onto the ice, not caring if he slipped. Yurio yelled in shock and jumped off the podium, falling backward and screaming curses at the silver-haired man.
JJ was angry that he got bronze, he was fuming. "I'm the king! I should have gotten the gold!!"
Viktor shoved the arrogant man off the podium, then pulled Yuuri down to kiss him, suddenly not caring about the rumors that would be spread. His feelings totally changed.
Yuuri's eyes widened in utter surprise as he was pulled into his boyfriend's arms and passionately kissed by him.
He let his eyes fall closed as the kiss continued, melting into Viktor. The kiss seemed to last for eons before Viktor pulled away, and Yuuri gazed deep into his cerulean eyes filled with pure, unadulterated love before a question began to burn in his mind.
"Viktor, you know everyone knows we're together now, right? You - you just kissed me on live TV! Everyone knows, everyone is going to know! A-Are you really okay with it? I mean - "
Yuuri's words of concern were cut off by a pair of soft, warm lips smothering his own, and his fears began to melt away from him. Once again, the couple kissed before Yuuri pulled away to ask, "Is it - is it really okay?”
Viktor smiled brightly. "I am, Yuuri. Even if I can't be your coach anymore, I don't care. There are plenty of people you can have. Just as long as I can stay yours."
Viktor loved Yuuri. To no end. Nothing would stop him from loving that man.
He kissed him again, his body ready to finally give Yuuri what he had promised. They just couldn't get out of there fast enough with all the people. But that was the least of his problems. People around them were screaming, talking, about what was going on right on the ice. His fears suddenly came back. "This - This was a mistake. I shouldn't have done this, damn it. Yakov will - oh, I'll be fired! I'll be taken away from you! I-I'll b - "
He was silenced by Yuuri's lips on his.
Yuuri had kissed Viktor to silence his fear, and could sense it all melting away, all of reality vanishing.
He let his lips linger for a moment before pulling away and putting a single finger on Viktor's lips to imply his silence.
"Viktor. You won't be taken away from me. I won't let it happen. You won't be taken away from me. Wherever you go, I will go. I am yours, you are mine. We won't be separated, I will not let that happen." he said, his eyes showing his utmost sincerity.
Yuuri smiled reassuringly before taking Viktor's hand and interlacing their fingers.
"Everything will turn out fine."
He then put his lips up to Viktor's ear and whispered "I hope you're ready to kiss that gold... the real question is are you still up for more when we get out of here?"
Victor gave Yuuri that famous smile as he licked his lips. "Yuuri, we need to leave now. I don't know how much longer I can wait."
He wanted - no, needed - Yuuri's ass. He had wanted to do this for so long, but he wanted to wait until either they were both ready, or until Yuuri got that long-awaited gold medal. He would do more that kiss the gold. He'd give Yuuri the best night of his young life. "I love you Yuuri. Even if we have to flee, I will always love you. Never doubt that."
He really meant it. He meant every word he had ever said to Yuuri.
Viktor's fingers squeezed Yuuri's when he laced their fingers. He licked his lips.
"I love you too, Viktor, and like I said I would follow you anywhere you go, as long as I'm with you. And, ah, we do need to go. I want you as soon as I can get you, and I want all of you.”
Yuuri could tell just how desperate Viktor was and knew that he was the same, so very ready for Viktor.
But maybe a little bit of teasing wouldn't hurt, just subtle little things to spark up fantasies.
Yuuri gently let go of Viktor's hand and said "You wait here, I have to go do something. I'll be right back."
He glanced over his shoulder before walking away from Viktor, his hips swinging suggestively and giving Viktor quite a spectacular view of his ass.
He picked up a bottle of water and tipped it up to his mouth, letting the cool water cascade over his lips making them glisten beautifully.
He turned the cap on, closing the bottle, and turned to Viktor giving him subtle bedroom eyes and licking his lips, somehow making something as simple as walking and drinking water seductive.
Viktor couldn't help but let a small, soft groan slip from his lips as he watched Yuuri tease him. His eyes locked with Yuuri's, giving him a 'if-you-don't-stop-I-will-show-you-no-mercy-' look. He was becoming aroused, and it showed. He had a growing tent in his pants. And it wouldn't be long until people started to notice. "Damn it, Yuuri. What are you trying to do to me?"
He walked over toward Yuuri, eyes stern, his face stoic. The teasing was making him angry. And horny, for that matter. He needed Yuuri, and he needed to get home, as soon as possible. And if they wanted to miss the traffic of people leaving, they needed to go right at that moment.
Viktor gripped Yuuri's arm and pulled him off the ice, his grip unforgiving.
Once again, Yuuri could sense the hunger in Viktor's eyes, a hunger that could only be satisfied by Yuuri himself.
The teasing had definitely put Viktor where Yuuri wanted him, filled with sinful desire. When Viktor pulled Yuuri off the ice, gripping his arm tightly, the pair got several looks from those in the crowd. Both men wanted to get out and away as soon as possible, and refused to waste any time.
Like Viktor, Yuuri was aroused, and it was harder to hide his desire in his tight skating uniform. As soon as the couple got away from the crowds and outside, Yuuri pushed Viktor against the wall in a stroke of boldness, and kissed him passionately, sliding his knee between Viktor's thighs and rubbing against him to imply just how much he needed him, and how badly they needed to leave to finish what they had started earlier that night.
The friction of Yuuri's knee on Viktor's crotch sent waves of pleasure through his aroused body. He groaned softly, lips attaching to his lover's neck.
He didn't know how much longer he could last. With all the traffic lining the roads, they wouldn't get to the hotel in time. Viktor would probably end up pulling over on the side of the highway to relieve his arousal. He'd pull Yuuri onto his lap and fuck him right there where the risk of people seeing was extremely high, and the risk of getting arrested was higher. But did Viktor care? Not really. Yuuri got him extremely aroused to the point that he just needed to fuck him.
He quickly pushed Yuuri off of him and pulled him needily to the car.
Yuuri moaned softly as Viktor sucked on his neck, and he could sense the wheels of thought turning in Viktor's head.
He seemed to be as horny as a teenager, and of course that only aroused Yuuri more. He was glad he could get Viktor like that, and wanted to be the only one he would ever desire.
Suddenly, Yuuri was pulled towards the car desperately by Viktor, and he got in as quickly as he could.
Viktor was obviously really desperate, really aroused, and really impatient to get back home so the couple could finish what they started earlier in the night. Viktor's fingers were gripped tightly on the steering wheel, making his knuckles white; it was obvious he was trying to control himself, but Yuuri wasn't making it easy.
Yuuri was looking at Viktor, just observing him. What he wasn't aware of was the sultry look in his own eyes as he gazed at Viktor.
Viktor's face was stern as he practically sped down the highway toward their hotel. It was a twenty minute drive, and that made Viktor angry. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight as his mind raced with thoughts of what he'd do to Yuuri.
He wanted to make that night the best night of the young man's life. And his own.
He shifted around in his seat, trying to give himself some friction, some much-needed pleasure. He felt the piercing gaze of Yuuri, and felt his face become hot. His blue eyes struggled to stay glued on the road in front of him. He wanted to look over at Yuuri, see the look he was giving him.
To keep himself in check, he tightened his fingers around the steering wheel more. He didn't want to give Yuuri what he wanted.
Meanwhile, the wheels in Yuuri's head were spinning a mile a minute.
He could tell Viktor was trying to control himself.
Viktor obviously needed Yuuri very badly, and was frustrated in more ways than one. Normally, the drive would be around twenty minutes, but the highway was backed up and the cars were beyond slow.
Yuuri closed his eyes tightly and made his decision; he was going to help his boyfriend.
He placed his hand on Viktor's thigh, dangerously close to his arousal, and started drawing slow circles with his finger.
Yuuri leaned in and stopped his lips at Viktor's ear, blowing into it gently before whispering, "Viktor, I think I have an idea. The road seems pretty backed up. Maybe I could help you with your problem, would you like that?"
As he said this, he trailed his fingers over the growing bulge in Viktor's crotch to emphasize his offer.
Viktor pulled his bottom lip in his teeth, trying to deny his offer. But he was so desperate for his release, all he could do was groan and buck his hips up against Yuuri's hand. "Y-Yuuri," he stuttered. "Please, I - "
He didn't want to beg. But he knew he'd have to. He could tell Yuuri was one of those kinds of people. And he was. Yuuri wanted Viktor to beg, he wanted to tease the Russian even further. And he would stop at nothing to do so. "Please Yuuri, pleasure me."
Viktor's voice was trembling, he was aroused to the point that he could come from just one little lick up his shaft.
He let a little whine escape from his lips, letting Yuuri know how badly he needed him.
The bulge in his pants was large. He needed out of those damn pants. He made the mistake of looking at Yuuri's crotch. The bulge in Yuuri's uniform made his mouth water.
"Ah, your eyes are telling me yes. Your lips are begging me. I can give you what you need, Viktor."
Yuuri let his fingers dance over Viktor's hard bulge, teasing until they reached his belt. Yuuri unbuckled it and slid it out of the way, meeting the next challenge. There was still both the button and zipper, and Yuuri easily undid the button, and moved on to the zipper. He toyed with the metal before slowly drawing it down.
He could see the precum making Viktor's boxers wet, showing just how aroused the Russian was.
Yuuri parted his lips and gently bit Viktor's earlobe before purring, "Do you want to feel my mouth on you, or would you rather me use my hands, Viktor?"
Viktor wanted Yuuri's mouth, but knew that if someone drove next to them on the highway, they'd be caught. So he said the only other option, "U-Use your hands, Yuuri."
He didn't want to tell him about what was fueling his fear. He didn't want to take the risk. But then again, it made his heart beat at a mile a minute. The risk of getting caught was exhilarating. But he was getting too old for that much excitement, so he stayed true to his statement.
"I want you to wrap your fingers around my cock."
He knew Yuuri would reel at that statement. Yuuri loved when Viktor let those dirty words fall from his lips.
Viktor swallowed nervously as he looked forward, silent once more as he tried to focus back on the road in front of him. He silently wished that the traffic jam would just resolve itself. But he didn't want Yuuri to know that.
Yuuri bit down gently on Viktor's earlobe as he ran his fingers over Viktor's bulge again.
He nibbled Viktor's ear gently before purring, "Mm, so you want me to grab your big, hard cock and play with it for you, then? You want me to make you come with only my hands? I would love to do that for you."
Yuuri loved hearing Viktor talk dirty and got a rush as he let similar words spill from his lips. Only Viktor knew that Yuuri wasn't as innocent as he seemed, and he liked it that way.
The younger man slipped his hand into Viktor's boxers and slid his fingers around his rigid shaft, letting the pad of his thumb rest on the tip and just barely brushed the slit, earning a small sound from Viktor.
Yuuri moved his lips down to Viktor's neck and began sucking at it gently as he started to stroke Viktor's hard shaft, leaving a mark to his satisfaction.
A little bit of himself wished they could just get out of traffic and finish this the right way, but there was no such sign of that possibility.
He continued to slide his hand up and down Viktor's shaft, his thumb brushing over the tip and smearing the precum that had accumulated around the tip.
Viktor felt embarrassed. He was giving Yuuri the pleasure of hearing those sinful little moans. A low curse left Viktor's lips as he rested his head on the headrest behind him.
He knew he'd have to get Yuuri back for that mark on his neck. But a that moment, the only thought in his head was the pleasure being sent in waves through his body.
He couldn't help but buck his hips into Yuuri's hand a bit at the friction. A low groan vibrated through the car. Viktor was glad the windows were closed.
But he still raised a hand up to cover his mouth. The risk of people finding out was too real. And even if they didn't hear, they'd see the look on his face and realize right away. He wasn't hiding the pleasured look on his face all that well.
'Damn, this boy is good,' he thought to himself, trying his damned hardest to distract himself at the job Yuuri was doing.
And the face that Yuuri was dangerously close to the sweet spot on Viktor's neck just aroused him even more, if it was even possible.
Yuuri loved hearing Viktor's delicious moans echoing in the car, and was also glad the windows were closed. Viktor's moans were for Yuuri and Yuuri alone, no one else could have them.
He hoped no-one would look at the car more than a glance, because Viktor was making a face beautifully contorted by sin-filled pleasure and was rather obvious.
Yuuri finished with his second marking on Viktor's neck and moved down to make a third, starting to suck the skin when Viktor let out a moan so irrepressible and pleasure-filled, and Yuuri knew exactly why.
He had found Viktor's sweet spot.
He sucked it roughly and continued stroking Viktor's hard shaft, flicking his wrist to go quickly while giving Viktor the maximum pleasure he could get from the situation, earning low groans and moans from the Russian man.
Viktor was in pure bliss. Yuuri had found it. And Viktor loved it. The moan practically vibrated off of the car windows as Yuuri sucked on that spot that made him go wild.
Viktor wanted so badly to shove Yuuri into that seat and take him right there. But he promised Yuuri they'd wait.
So he preoccupied himself by trying not to come already. He was close from the friction that his pants were making before he was finally released from the fabric. And seeing the younger man's bulge just made him even closer. He felt the head of his cock start to leak. That made him groan out, "Y-Yuuri, I-I don't know how much longer I can last - "
This only encouraged Yuuri more to keep going, to push Viktor to his awaited release.
He tightened his fingers around Viktor's throbbing shaft and quickened the rhythm of strokes to it, while sucking rougher on Viktor's sweet spot.
It was obvious to Yuuri that Viktor was unbearably close, and was trying his best to hold back his orgasm, which really only excited him more.
Yuuri wanted to give Viktor his much needed release, and decided it was best to do it now.
He bit gently on Viktor's spot until the Russian let out a strangled groan, and detached his lips from the man's neck abruptly.
He raised his lips to Viktor's ear and purred seductively, "Come for me, Viktor."
Viktor couldn't force it down anymore. After those words that came out of Yuuri's mouth, he bucked his hips roughly. A loud moan slipped from his lips as he came, covering Yuuri's hand and his own shirt with the sticky substance.
After coming down from his high, Viktor looked at Yuuri, chest heaving. "Yuuri..."
A honk knocked him out of his pleasured trance. The traffic was gone, as if his release was what dissipated it. Viktor sighed in relief and drove. He needed to punish Yuuri for that. 'But how?' he thought to himself.
His gaze shifted to Yuuri as the younger male smirked in triumph. Viktor sighed, angrily this time, as he looked back at the road. The two could see the hotel in the distance, coming up quickly. That got Viktor excited all over again.