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“Yuuri, no.” Viktor took a step back from Yuuri and looked down at him on the ground with a concerned look on his face and firmness in his voice. Well, he didn’t need to be concerned, Yuuri thought. He knew what he was doing and he knew what he wanted. He grabbed Viktor's hips and pulled them closer to his face again, half-hard cock right in front of his mouth.
“Viktor, I can handle it. Please. I... I can't say it again.” Yuuri averted his gaze to the ground, embarrassed to repeat what he wanted. It wasn’t like him to be so open about what he wanted in the first place, and now Viktor was gonna make him say it again.
He wanted Viktor to fuck his face though. He wanted it so bad.
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It started weeks ago, innocently enough. He was kneeling on the ground, leaning against the wall with his nose buried in his phone. He had been searching himself up on twitter, trying to see what people were saying about his most recent skate. He also knew he wasn’t supposed to do this. Viktor specifically told him not to do this. So there he was, back pressed to the wall, heart thumping in his ears over both what he was reading and the anxiety of being caught. He was so wrapped up that he didn’t see Viktor come hover above him and clearly get a good look at what was on the phone.
Viktor, noticing that Yuuri was oblivious to his disapproving glare, leaned down and grabbed his student/fiancé's chin to tilt his face up and away from the phone. “You're not being very good right now, are you?” Viktor chided, looking down into Yuuri’s shocked eyes.
Yuuri dropped his phone and would have yelped if he wasn’t so focused on all the blood in his body rushing away from his heart. Suddenly all he could think about was being good for Viktor and the fact that he was eye level with his cock and-
“Caught you.” Viktor smiled as he released his hold on Yuuri and now held his hand out, expecting the phone. Yuuri yelped now. He couldn’t believe what he had just been thinking about. Viktor, using him, using his mouth, fucking his face... He shifted where he sat and handed Viktor the phone, knowing he was right anyway.
“Sorry!” Yuuri said as he curled up in on himself, trying to shake off the deep arousal he felt. He hoped Viktor just thought he was currently the color of a tomato because he had been caught on twitter. This was not a thought he wanted to share.
Except later, he couldn’t stop thinking about this idea- about Viktor wringing his pleasure from Yuuri’s mouth. About being used. He shuddered even in the heat of the bath when the image randomly came to his mind.
And then maybe one night he came harder than he had in a while touching himself and thinking about it, thinking about handsome, beautiful Viktor pressing him against the wall, Viktor releasing himself with fists in Yuuri’s hair.
So, he resolved to do something about it. Hopefully. Eventually. Once he could get up the nerve to just say it. To just look him in the eyes and say Viktor, I want you to fuck me in the face. Viktor, I am pathetic and I want you to use me. Viktor, I don’t think you will even want me anymore once you realize that I am useless and I just want to be at your mercy. Yuuri sighed. He knew it wasn’t true, probably, but that didn’t stop him.
Yuuri started with research. Yes, he knew it was probably lame to research these things beforehand but maybe it would help. He even tried watching some porn, and he made sure to suck Viktor’s dick every time they had sex, trying to take more and more each time and get better.
Of course, all this led to now. He finally said it, and Viktor said no. Now he couldn’t look Viktor in the eye and he didn’t know what to do. God he was so stupid, he shouldn’t have asked, this was silly. They hadn’t even been having sex for that long, and he had never done anything until Viktor. He was moving too fast, obviously. He shouldn’t have asked. Silly Yuuri, stupid, of course.
“Yuuri, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Viktor interrupted his cycle of thoughts. He crouched down to be eye level with Yuuri.
“Nothing, forget I asked. It's okay” Yuuri smiled a weak smile, one he knew Viktor would recognize as forced but he tried nonetheless.
“ Yuuri ,” Viktor sing-songed, in that way he always did that was a guaranteed attempt to make Yuuri’s heart flutter and distract him away from spiraling “You know I am always interested in trying things with you. But I am worried that would be too much for you. I’m a little big, and you're still so new to this. I don’t want to hurt you, my love.”
Resolve filled Yuuri’s heart. No, Viktor was wrong. He read about the best angles, he was practicing, he knew what he wanted, he could do this. He sat up a little straighter and grabbed Viktor by the wrists, looking up into his eyes. Yuuri was going to get his face fucked tonight.
“Viktor, please. I can do it. I promise. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks and I need you to fuck my face. You know I’ve been taking you deeper lately, I can do it I swear. Fuck me, use me, please, Viktor.” He pleaded, those big brown puppy dog eyes in full force and a bit of a whine in his voice.
Viktor swore under his breath as his cock twitched back to life upon hearing those words out of Yuuri’s mouth. He never stopped surprising Viktor.
“You're absolutely sure about this?” Viktor asked, standing back up and stepping away from Yuuri. Maybe he was giving in a little too easily. He seemed genuinely scared of hurting Yuuri, but that look in Yuuri’s eyes was hard to resist in any situation. He had never seen such pleading out of Yuuri, such desperation and pure deference. And now Yuuri was crawling forward and starting to mouth at his cock again and fuck, how could you resist a request like that from a man that looked like Yuuri?
Viktor stepped away from him again, making Yuuri whimper a little. First Viktor said no, then he seemed to relent, now he was backing off again? Which was it? Did he want to destroy Yuuri or not?
“Wait,” Viktor said, “look at me and tell me you're absolutely sure you want to try this.” Yuuri nodded emphatically. “Okay. Okay. But I’m still scared to hurt you. Can you just... keep your hand on my leg and if it gets to be too much, pinch me and I will stop immediately, okay?”
Yuuri nodded again, a smile crossing his face. Ground rules he could handle. This was really happening, finally finally . He never thought he’d get this far.
“We’re gonna start slowly. I really don’t want to hurt you, my Yuuri.” If Yuuri wasn’t so turned on right now, he would have blushed at how sweet Viktor was being. For now though, he wanted Viktor to forget about being sweet and just take control. He wanted to forget everything except Viktor’s pleasure and the feel of his cock and the taste of precum on his tongue.
Viktor stepped back toward Yuuri. He put one hand under Yuuri’s chin and a shiver ran through him. He thought of Viktor standing over him the first time he thought about this, he thought of all the times Viktor had done this on the ice, of that night in the very beginning while they were unpacking Viktor’s things in the banquet room. Yes, it was safe to say that Yuuri loved Viktor holding his head in his hands. It made him feel weightless, like Viktor held his actual soul between his long, gentle fingers.
Then, Viktor’s cock in his face again. Yes. Yuuri opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He expected Viktor to start moving, but then remembered that Viktor wanted him to work up to it. Right. He closed his mouth around the head and started sucking.
Viktor grabbed Yuuri’s left hand and placed it on his thigh and patted it twice. “Remember I will stop if you pinch me.” Yuuri looked up and gave a small nod, Viktor’s cock still in his mouth. He knew this would strike a chord in Viktor, to see Yuuri smiling around him. From the noise Viktor made, he could tell he had been right.
Yuuri took this as a sign he could start going further. He used the hand not on Viktor’s thigh to grab the base and took in as much of his cock as he could in one fell swoop, then pulled right back off with a popping noise just obscene enough to tease.
Yuuri knew if Viktor was too worried about hurting him then he wouldn’t get what he really wanted. He needed it to be rough. So, he’d just have to tease Viktor into it.
“You taste so good,” he cooed as he started kissing and licking around the head again, hand trailing up and down the shaft. Time to drive him crazy. He took Viktor back into his mouth and started bobbing his head.
“Fuck.” Viktor breathed. Yuuri really did love sucking dick. He loved rendering Viktor speechless with his mouth, loved bringing his former idol to a state of pure ecstasy. This was certainly what came to mind when he heard the phrase ‘hero worship’ now. To be on his knees for Viktor, thinking about nothing but the miracle of bringing pleasure through touch, that surely was the best reason to be alive he could think of right now, what with his mouth being so full.
Yuuri kept up his ministrations as Viktor’s pulse steadily increased. He shifted on his knees when they started to ache from the position, which is when he noticed what a mess he was making of the underwear he was still wearing. Yuuri was unbelievably wet just from thinking about how Viktor was going to take control of him.
He pulled off for a moment. He knew Viktor must be starting to get frustrated, based on the little grunts and whispers of his name that had been coming for the past few minutes. “Viktor. Please I need you, fuck me.” Yuuri continued to make eye contact as he said it and immediately opened his mouth back up for Viktor.
“Yuuri, darling, you're killing me.” Viktor ran both his hands through Yuuri’s hair and rested them on the back of his head. Yuuri moaned loudly, he knew what was coming next and he was too excited. He wanted to be torn apart. The moan caused Viktor’s hips to twitch forward, his usual tight control on movement lost for a moment.
Viktor stopped his hips and loosened his grip on Yuuri’s head, still not used to the idea of taking Yuuri like this. Yuuri used his right hand to grab Viktor’s ass and push him forward into his mouth instead, encouraging his bucking as much as possible.
“Yuuri!” He yelled, probably a little too loud, and started moving again, slowly, shallow little thrusts- mostly just pushing his head in Yuuri’s mouth. Yuuri took a deep breath through his nose and tried to relax as much as possible. This was it, he just had to focus and let it happen. What greater treasure than to bring pleasure to his love.
Viktor’s thrusts started to get a little deeper, a little faster, as he pushed into the wet heat of Yuuri’s mouth. The feeling of Viktor’s cock running across his tongue felt divine. He couldn’t help it when he reached into his underwear to start touching himself lightly, just teasing. He could feel Viktor starting to really take control and he knew that he wouldn’t be happy if he wasn’t the one to make Yuuri cum.
“My sweet Yuuri, you're being so good for me,” Viktor broke off to groan. “Always so excited to take my dick. Look at you, begging to be used. I never realized you were such a slut.” And oh that was effective. Yuuri let out a cry around Viktors cock and started moving his own fingers faster against himself. Yes, he wanted to be perfect for Viktor, always.
Viktor noticed then that he was touching himself and tensed his jaw in an effort to not make yet another obscene noise- trying and failing to prove he still had some semblance of control.
He stopped thrusting and for a moment Yuuri wondered what was going on before Viktor started pushing his head up and down his cock, forcing Yuuri to do the movement. Yuuri thought he was going to lose it. He pulled his hand out of his underwear to stop from cumming embarassingly quickly.
His eyes started watering heavily. Viktor wasn’t being nearly as careful as before, clearly getting lost in the pure sensations. Viktor was so big and Yuuri wasn’t quite as practiced as he had hoped to be, but this was what he wanted. To be pushed to the edge, to not be able to think about anything but Viktor. Filled with Viktor both physically and mentally, that was pleasure.
That train of thought was halted by Viktor violently hitting the back of his throat, causing him to gag and his whole body to lurch. He didn’t even have time to pinch before Viktor realized what he had done and pulled out.
“Fuck, Yuuri are you okay?” Viktor asked as Yuuri coughed a bit, wiping the spit from the sides of his mouth. He tried to nod, to say he was fine, but truthfully he was a little shaken. Viktor already dropped to his knees before him and reached out to touch Yuuri but stopped a few inches from his face.
“Can I touch you?”
Yuuri stopped coughing now and gave a little nod. Viktor reached forward and wiped a tear from the corner of Yuuri’s eye.
“I’m so sorry sol-”
“Viktor, don’t please. I know I couldn’t take it at the end but you did exactly what I wanted. It was really good I swear.” Yuuri fell back to sit on his ass now, his knees were tired and he was still catching his breath a little. Viktor still looked at him with his brow twisted in worry and his hand cradling Yuuri’s cheek. “Really Viktor, you don’t ask to be face fucked without expected to get pushed at least right up to the edge. I am okay.”
Viktor surveyed him all over before giving a slight nod, signaling he chose to at least pretend he was believing Yuuri.
“Okay, okay, I still feel really bad. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself and look at what happened.” Viktor still had such a serious look on his face. Yuuri felt himself flush deeply at Viktor saying he couldn’t stop himself around Yuuri. That was the exact kind of reaction that Yuuri was hoping to provoke, so it seemed he might be successful in asking for more of this in the future. And yet, he felt a flash of embarrassment that he, Yuuri, was who Viktor wanted. Really, it was still hard to believe even now that they were engaged and regularly had sex.
“Let’s get you into bed, my love.” Viktor scooped Yuuri up and carried him over to their bed in a typical Viktor gesture. Yuuri rolled his eyes at how much he loved these antics. It wasn’t until he realized that he was literally being tucked into the blankets that he became aware of what was happening (or not happening, in this case).
“Wait, who said I want to stop? I still haven’t made you cum yet!” Yuuri pushed his way out of the covers in a little show of defiance. He may have wanted Viktor to take charge earlier but he still knew to get what he wanted.
“Yuuri, you can't be serious. I just hurt you.” Viktor gave him a look that felt a little condescending if he was being honest.
“Yes, seriously Viktor. I want to cum still, and I want to make you cum inside me one way or another. Now lay down.” Viktor’s eyes widened as he slowly sunk down onto the bed, powerless to disobey another order from Yuuri. As much as Yuuri loved the idea of getting used by Viktor, he also knew just how much Viktor loved it when he took charge a little. And he happened to have it on good authority that Viktor would do just about anything to see Yuuri perched on his cock, losing himself in pleasure and touching his own little T dick.
The blankets were firmly pushed aside. Yuuri stood up and took his own underwear off. It was getting uncomfortable anyways from how wet he was. He turned and threw it across the room and Viktor let out a whistle at the sight of his ass. Once again Yuuri rolled his eyes as he straddled his fiance.
He let Viktor put both hands on his wide hips that normally made him feel uncomfortable as he sunk down onto his now fully hard again cock. A little gasp escaped Yuuri’s lips. He always forgot just how it felt to be filled so full with Viktor. The only reason he forgot was because each time he convinced himself it couldn’t possibly be as good as he remembered- and yet each time that was proved wrong.
It was better than amazing. It was bliss, it was holy, it was the feeling of the infinite as he rocked on Viktor. Yuuri touched himself in slow gentle circles as he shifted up and down. When he thought of the meaning of life, some hedonist part of him was absolutely assured it was this pleasure one could bring simply by rutting against one another. Skin on skin, divine intervention briefly destroying the ability to do anything but move against each other, touching desperately, wanting for the indescribable. Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. Nothing but the man who he loved and who loved him wholly in return.
He dug his nails into Viktor’s chest as Viktor traced the scars across his own. This touch he couldn’t feel on his skin but somehow felt deep in his gut, yelling and screaming for more.
“Viktor. Viktor. Vitya.” Yuuri panted in time with the movement of his hips.
“Nnnh, Yuuri-” Viktor’s eyes pulsed with lust as he took control from below. He grabbed tight onto Yuuri’s hips and started thrusting up to meet his frantic rocking. He already knew exactly what kind of brutal pace drove Yuuri crazy. As he started pounding faster and harder, Yuuri couldn’t help making a little noise each time.
“Vitya. Please don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.” Yuuri started touching himself faster and harder in return. He could feel how much of a wet mess he was making, leaking out everywhere. Each hit of Viktor’s cock inside him getting closer and closer, driving deeper and deeper. His right hand moved frantically as he moved to hide his face in the crook of his other elbow, embarrassed by how much he was losing himself. Viktor moved one hand from his hips and grabbed at his arm.
“I want to see the face my beautiful boy makes when he cums.”
Oh and that did it for Yuuri, one more thrust and he was cumming hard around Viktor’s cock. “Vitya!” Yuuri barely managed to yell through his pleasure. He braced his hands on Viktor’s chest as he lurched forward, unable to keep his hips moving to meet Viktor’s own movements. He couldn’t even think as Viktor quickly increased pace and released in Yuuri, overwhelmed by his partner’s pleasure.
Yuuri stopped trying to brace himself up and collapsed on Viktor’s chest. He listened to both their ragged breaths filling the room and smiled softly to himself. This was one of his favorite moments. After they both finished, laying there still intertwined and coming back down to earth. He sat up just enough to pull Viktor into a thorough kiss.
When he pulled away, Viktor was looking at him with pure adoration and a classic heart shaped smile plastered on his face. Viktor ran his hands through Yuuri’s hair and then ran them all down his back and landed on his ass, giving a quick squeeze.
“I should really get off,” Yuuri started, “But I know it’s gonna make a mess of the sheets when I do.”
“It’s fine love, I can change them after we both clean off.” Yuuri groaned and rolled over off Viktor’s softening cock, making exactly the mess he predicted. Oh well. He stared at the ceiling and felt a little sticky between his legs, but otherwise perfectly happy, perfectly at home. Viktor turned on his side and started trailing his hand up and down Yuuri’s chest, humming contentedly.
“Yuuri...” At this Yuuri opened his eyes and looked at Viktor, beautiful impossible Vitkor. “Next time, tell me things you want to try beforehand so we can work up to them together.” Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh a little. He knew that probably wouldn’t happen anytime soon. He still struggled to voice his desires outside of the heat of the moment when his mind was fogged by desire.
“Okay.” He said anyway. He could try to get there, eventually. He had all the time in the world to keep trying now.