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Victor idly fiddled with the paper in front of him as his advisor spoke to him.
Truthfully, Victor wasn’t exactly sure what Yakov was saying, but it wouldn’t matter in the end. The generals, ministers, commanders, his father, or whoever else it may be will end up making the decision for him anyways.
It seemed they still didn’t hold faith in Victor’s ability to make sound decisions.
“-ould go east through the cliff passages, which will undoubtedly hasten the trip. But that area is mostly uncharted territory, it might not be wise- Your highness? Victor, are you listening to me?”
A hand slapped down on the desk in front of him and Victor jostled in surprise.
“Vitya! Have you been listening to me at all? We have to decide which passage to take, and you haven’t listened to a word I’ve said,” Yakov chastised him.
He tried to appear admonished as he responded, “Apologies, Yakov. I was simply considering your suggestions.”
His advisor sighed, looking every bit his age as he answered, “I suppose I might as well advise the captain which path to take.”
Victor expected nothing else.
“Of course. I’m sure whatever you decide will be best,” he responded amiably, feeling as if he would rather be alone in that moment and hastening the end of the conversation.
Hesitating for a moment as he eyed Victor with concern, Yakov departed, leaving only Christophe in the room with him. Christophe was a Swiss aristocrat - as well as Victor’s close friend - who was accompanying him on this trip. The blonde man had silently been listening throughout the discussion and now moved away from the wall he leaned against to approach Victor.
“Feeling contrary, are we?” his friend asked lightheartedly, but Victor recognized the slight concern in his brow.
Victor cheekily gave the other an overly bright smile and answered, “Not at all. In fact, I even let him make the final decision.”
Chris’ expression told him he was not amused, and Victor finally relented under those insightful green eyes, sighing, “What’s the point in voicing my opinion? You know as well as I do that it won’t be considered in the end.”
“You’re the prince, Vitya,” his friend approached him, “Your opinion matters.”
Considering the other's words, Victor stared at the document in front of him unblinkingly, but moments later he put on another smile and responded lightly, “Or I can simply smile and look pretty. It seems to be what they prefer anyways, and it’s served me well enough, hasn’t it?”
Chris rolled his eyes at his antics, clearly not expecting to get a genuine answer from Victor today as he changed the subject, stating, “Come. Let’s join the others on deck. There’s something I want to discuss with-”
A sudden jolting of the ship interrupted Chris as both he and Victor were jostled violently, grabbing onto any nearby object to stay upright.
As the ship continued to rock, the pair gave each other a look of confusion before the door to Victor’s cabin was suddenly thrown open and a panicked crew member entered, gasping, “Sir, y-your highness, there’s another ship. A big ship. We can’t see whether- it doesn’t seem to h-have a flag, your highness. It might be a...sir, i-it might be...”
The crew member, practically a boy from how young he appeared, didn’t need to speak any further for them to understand.
Chris quickly grabbed Victor’s arm and dragged him out of the room, ordering as he passed the boy, “Inform the first officer to secure the deck. Send reinforcements below deck and do not engage.”
Victor was already being pulled by Chris to a lower floor before he could even see the boy’s response. Distantly, he heard the sound of a warning bell being rung and voices shouting incoherently, adding to the unease in his stomach.
“Chris. Chris, where are we going?” Victor asked as confidently as he could manage in the moment while the other quickly pulled him deeper and deeper into the heart of the ship.
“The brig. It’ll be the last place they’ll search,” his friend responded shortly, and the look of barely concealed panic on his usually suggestive and unbothered friend’s face did nothing to calm Victor.
Yet, he could handle himself well in tense situations, and Victor was adept at remaining calm no matter what faced him, so he swallowed harshly and removed all emotion from his voice as he responded, “...it’s pirates, isn't it?”
Chris' refusal to answer spoke volumes.
They reached one of the cells shortly, and Chris finally turned to face him, looking up and down at Victor’s clothes before stating, “Right then. Hand me your clothes. Leave only your under shirt and pants.”
He realized quickly enough what Chris’ plan was.
As he began stripping his clothes, he responded, “It won’t matter, Chris. They’re just as likely to kill a prisoner of war as they are a prince.”
“Trust me, Vitya,” Chris answered as he helped Victor out of jacket, “Being a prince is not an advantage in this situation.”
A loud bang came from the entrance of the holding cells, and after quickly glancing towards the noise, Chris turned back to Victor and eyed his hair.
“Your hair,” he stated hurriedly before pulling Victor’s long silver hair up and placing his own hat on it. “There. Hopefully they won’t recognize you now.”
More shouting came from outside, and it became clear that their ship was already boarded. For some reason, that fact was what made Victor truly realize the situation they were in, and his chest fluttered in an unpleasant manner.
“Chris,” he swallowed, grabbing onto his friend’s hand and giving it a squeeze, “Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I’d do withou-”
“Hey,” Chris’ voice made Victor meet his eyes, and the blonde man’s face wore a lighthearted expression with the barest of smirks, “It’s going to be alright. After the captain gives them with a bit of coin, they’ll be on their way.”
Victor gave the other a small smile and nodded his head in understanding. With a last glance over Victor’s appearance, Chris left him in the brig, off to determine the chaos above deck.
Unlike Chris’ rather optimistic prediction of how events would unfold, the pirates did not simply move on.
In fact, as Victor stood kneeling on the deck along with the crew, he had a feeling that they wouldn’t be leaving at all.
They had found Victor easily enough, but thankfully the men who dragged him onto the deck didn’t seem to think he was anything other than a prisoner of war, and he felt a momentary shock of glee at that prospect. It was nice to be a different kind of prisoner for once.
Yet, as a young man with warm darker toned skin and an all too jovial smile observed the kneeling crew, it became clear that they were instructed to bring everyone on ship to the deck, but what for, Victor couldn’t tell.
Victor was beginning to think that perhaps this man with the pleasant smile was the captain of the invading ship, until the sound of boots hitting the ridiculously polished planks of the ship appeared.
When the owner of those boots effortlessly slid through his fellow pirates and came into view, Victor had to consciously mask his expression.
He was gorgeous. Not at all what Victor had imagined a pirate captain to look like.
His soft features were complimented by ebony hair which was pushed back attractively, while his lips looked soft with the hint of a smile. When his eyes skimmed over Victor’s own crew, Victor swallowed at seeing their mahogany depth, soft and warm at first glance, yet gleaming with danger the longer Victor stared.
He also noticed that the man was wearing rather plain clothing, for a pirate captain at least.
“Is this everyone, Phichit?” the man asked, and Victor started at the sound of his gentle voice.
“Aye, Captain Yuuri,” the man who had been watching them answered, still wearing a small smile.
The captain hummed, a gentle sound which left a shiver up Victor’s spine.
The other strolled a few paces as he observed everyone, his boots now completely silent, and Victor noted that this man could make himself known or unknown if he so chose.
“Phichit,” he spoke once again, “I do believe this is a ship of Russian royalty, is it not?”
A smirk came over Phichit’s face as he responded, “It is indeed, sir.”
“Then, why is it that I am unable to find any royalty on this ship?” Captain Yuuri asked as if he was having a rather boring conversation, adding wistfully, “Perhaps my vision is failing me.”
There was a surrounding silence after the inquiry, the sound of a wave crashing against the side of the ship providing the only bit of noise.
That is until Chris spoke up, declaring in a jarringly calm voice, “Do you really not recognize any royalty? I don’t know whether I should be offended or not.”
Yuuri turned his gaze to Victor’s friend, a small smirk falling in place as he questioned, “Are you suggesting that you are the prince?”
“Are you suggesting that I don’t look like a prince?” Chris returned easily with a seductive smile, “Perhaps all the praise I’ve received on my dashing looks was false.”
The amused smile never left Yuuri’s face as he returned, “Of course not. I assure you that you are very handsome, sir, it’s simply that as far as I know the prince of Russia is renowned for his beautiful silver hair.”
“It was a wig,” Chris shrugged, adding with a wink, “This is my natural hair. I can prove it more intimately if you’d like.”
Yuuri’s eyes flashed with amusement, but he simply exhaled with a short laugh before turning away from Chris, returning to his strolling observation of the kneeling crew.
“...I admire your efforts,” was all the captain said in an eerily quiet voice as he left the conversation.
His dark eyes examined every face in the crowd with unblinking focus, the tiny smirk firmly stuck on his face while his eyes never faltered. There was something about his eyes that were entrancingly unsettling. Victor was unable to look away, yet he also felt himself trembling the longer he considered them. They were like a shark’s eyes, unblinking, dark, and predatory. It was like he was hunting.
Which is why Victor found himself looking down at the wooden floors as the other neared where he sat.
His inability to hold that gaze would be something to regret the rest of his life.
Two black boots came to a stop in front of him, almost mocking in their surety. Resignation washed over Victor like a hopelessly towering wave, so immense that any thoughts of escape were futile.
Captain Yuuri paralleled that towering wave as he stood tall in front of Victor’s kneeling form, and he cemented that hopelessness as he softly spoke.
“Hello.”
With one last swallow, Victor slowly raised his head to meet Yuuri’s unnerving eyes, choosing to remain silent. It did nothing in the end.
The corners of Yuuri’s mouth lifted as he met Victor’s eyes. Then, wordlessly he reached for the hat upon Victor’s head and gently removed it, watching with a knowing expression as silver hair pooled around Victor’s shoulders.
The beaming smile which bloomed on Yuuri’s face was his largest yet, and the last thought Victor had before his life was forever changed was that it was the man’s most dangerous attribute.
If Yuuri’s eyes promised pain, then his smile offered relief. A promise to soothe any aches caused by its offending counterpart. But it didn’t matter. As Victor would soon learn, they both belonged to the same man in the end.
He was taken to the other ship unceremoniously.
Yakov was loyally indignant, and Chris made valiant attempts to persuade Yuuri otherwise, but a ship full of nobility and underpaid young sailors was no match for a ship full of pirates. Victor himself had little training in combat as he had no interest in it when he was younger. He was reconsidering that now.
When they threw him in a cabin and locked the door without a word, Victor expected for someone to enter soon after. Perhaps to interrogate him, demand gold, whatever it is that pirates do, but he found himself alone for so long that his eyelids grew heavy.
The room was quite dull, and horridly decorated, but Victor supposed it would do for now. At least there was a bed in the room.
He walked over to the bed and sat down for a few moments, trying to get his thoughts together. It was cold in the room, and he only wore thin pants and an even thinner undershirt thanks to their attempts to hide his identity. He pulled the blanket on the bed around himself and huddled against the headboard.
Despite having sat there for hours, he still hadn’t thought about the situation he was now in. Perhaps it was delayed shock, but he still had it in his mind that at any moment Chris would walk through the door along with an army of Russian soldiers to take him back to his plush bed in the palace.
Regardless, Victor had no doubt that there would be an uproar within Russia, and he would soon be returned home. Clearly, these pirates didn’t intend on killing him, so they most likely wanted to ransom him for an even higher price.
So, perhaps the situation wasn’t all that bad. After all, they aren’t going to kill him, and that’s the worst thing they could do to him. In fact, they even put him in a decent - although rather drab - room while they undoubtedly wait for ransom within the coming weeks. Hardly the actions of dangerous murderers and thieves. Chris was right. They were just a bunch of gold hungry vagabonds who only existed to chase after riches. Pathetic perhaps, but not dangerous, Victor decided.
A small smile came over his face as he huddled deeper into the blankets.
Who knows? It might be nice to get a change of routine. A few weeks living as a pirate could even be fun. Better than a few more weeks of what he was doing at the very least.
He fell asleep to that thought, imagining himself learning to tie knots and drinking hard rum.
The next time he awoke, it was to the feeling of gentle fingers caressing his cheek.
With fluttering eyelids, Victor slowly adjusted to the conscious world until Yuuri’s blurry form came into view. He couldn’t help the small jolt of surprise at seeing the other, but he quickly schooled his expression into impassivity and pulled the blanket around him tighter.
Giving him a small smile, Yuuri stood up from where he sat on the edge of the bed and began lighting a few more candles within the room, evidently already having lit a few before Victor woke.
“I see you’re already getting comfortable,” the other commented as he lit one of the candles.
The remark annoyed him for some reason, and Victor stood up fully while letting the blanket fall around him. Placing a hand on his cocked hip, Victor responded, “Does that bother you? It isn’t exactly my fault you kidnapped me and locked me in a horrendously decorated room for hours with nothing to do.”
The other man smirked in amusement briefly.
“Certainly not, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I’m pleased you feel comfortable enough to sleep,” Yuuri still didn’t bother to look at him as he continued, “I should introduce myself. My name is Katsuki Yuuri-”
“I don’t care who you are,” Victor immediately responded.
There was a long moment of silence after his quick and spiteful remark.
The fire reflecting in Yuuri’s eyes as he lit a candle seemed to flare for a moment.
“...you will,” Yuuri finally replied softly.
The man eventually looked away from the flame and met Victor’s eyes.
“I apologize if this room isn’t to your tastes, your highness,” Yuuri stated, “I prefer to live simply, you understand, so I’m inclined to decorate my quarters the same way.”
“This is your room? So, you really are the captain then?” Victor paused momentarily as he eyed Yuuri’s drab clothing incredulously, “I wouldn’t have guessed it.”
Yuuri's lips twitched with the hint of a smile before responding, “Further apologies then, that my clothing doesn’t fit your tastes my prince.”
“I suppose I simply expected something a bit more lavish from a pirate captain,” Victor commented as he continued to scrutinize Yuuri’s - quite honestly - appalling choice in clothing. It was so plain, just a loose white linen shirt and brown trousers. He could’ve at least bothered with stockings or a waistcoat.
Yuuri ignored him as he continued to fiddle with things around the room.
Slightly annoyed at being ignored, Victor watched Yuuri rummage around for a few moments before smirking to himself.
“Ah, I understand. You’re just not a very good pirate,” he goaded the other.
Yuuri still didn’t turn around and only continued his exploration. So Victor pushed further.
“I only mean, well, a successful pirate would have more to show for it, wouldn’t he? It’s okay to admit that you simply haven’t been very successful on your little endeavors. It can’t be easy to threaten other ships and merchants when you look so harmless.”
Finally, a hint of a smile appeared in the corner of Yuuri’s mouth. It wasn’t exactly what Victor had hoped for, but it was a reaction at least.
Still, the pirate simply moved towards a dresser and gathered some clothes, stating, “Here. You can wear these to sleep.”
Victor gave Yuuri a look of confusion. “I’m to sleep here?
“Where else would you sleep?” Yuuri questioned.
“In my own quarters? Or even the brig?” Victor said as if it were obvious, because it should have been. And in all honesty, if he was going to be kidnapped by pirates, he wanted the full treatment. He’s had more than enough time being trapped in a room anyways.
Yuuri dropped the clothing on a desk and approached Victor, coming to a stop a few feet away from him. Victor was childishly pleased to find that he was the slightest bit taller than Yuuri, although it made no real difference.
The pirate gave him a considering look before answering, “Why would I do that? This ship is mine. As is everything on it. Naturally, you’ll stay in my quarters along with my other possessions.”
The other gave him a meaningful look and it took Victor a few moments to register that statement.
With a slightly mocking smile, he asked, “What? You think that because you managed to invade one Russian ship, you control its nation’s prince? I won’t give you my country if that’s the disillusioned objective you chase.”
“I want nothing to do with your country, your highness,” Yuuri answered simply.
That gave Victor pause.
“Then what do you want?”
Yuuri unflinchingly stared at Victor, filling the room with a deafening silence.
It started from his toes. The horrible realization which began as a prickling of his feet before spreading upwards, numbing his fingertips, and gripping his throat, before it reached the top of his head where he could still feel Yuuri’s fingers letting down his hair.
His shirt suddenly felt every bit as thin as it was.
“You’re joking,” Victor murmured shortly.
“Not at all. Although, I understand your confusion,” Yuuri said, throwing a smirk Victor’s way, “After all, it’s terribly difficult for me to make threats when I look so harmless.”
Despite the terror which had settled deep within Victor’s veins, or perhaps because of it, he laughed a tad hysterically before saying, “You’re bluffing. You’re just trying to frighten me to get what you truly want. What is it? Money? Information? Power? Regardless of what it is, I can get it for you. I’m the crown prince after all, I can give you anything in the world, simply name it-”
A push backwards left him sprawling on the bed behind him.
“...I want you to spread your legs and finger your pretty ass for me,” Yuuri said in a low voice.
Victor peered up at Yuuri with a shocked expression while the other looked down at him with an almost fond look.
A hand gently ran through his hair, feeling the soft, long strands before he said, “Do you think you can do that for me, my prince?”
Victor swallowed harshly without looking away from Yuuri’s eyes. Then, voice cracking slightly, he choked out, “If you want to see someone shove their fingers up their ass you’re welcome to grab a mirror and do it yourself. Go fuck yourself.”
Looking all too amused by Victor’s response, Yuuri’s gentle fingers which had been resting in Victor’s hair suddenly gripped and pulled Victor’s head back, baring his throat and leaving his mouth slightly parted with a gasp.
Yuuri leaned in and pressed the gentlest of kisses on the corner of Victor’s parted mouth, pulling a small noise from him as he tried to swallow.
“You look beautiful with your throat bared like this, you know,” Yuuri murmured before pressing soft kisses down the length of his pale throat, pressing a particularly long kiss on Victor’s adams apple as the silver haired man managed to swallow despite the taut pull of his throat.
Yuuri hummed appreciatively and breathed, “It’d look lovely convulsing around a cock.”
A small whimper was pulled from Victor as Yuuri licked up his throat and placed one last kiss below his jaw, pulling back slightly to look at him.
“I’ll give you a choice, your highness. You can either fuck your ass with your fingers, or let me fuck your throat. It’s up to you.”
“How about neither,” Victor gasped out breathily around the tautness of his throat.
“That one, unfortunately, isn’t as much of a choice. Or,” Yuuri perused before adding, “I suppose it is. But you’ll undoubtedly lose.”
Once again, Victor gave pause, subconsciously murmuring, “What?”
“You can try to escape, but there isn’t exactly anywhere for you to go, now is there? Even if you managed to get past me by some miracle, you would simply be met with the rest of my crew.”
“You think I couldn’t take you?” Victor quietly bluffed.
Yuuri actually laughed at his question, showing a second of a disarmingly innocent smile before chuckling, “No, my prince. No. I do not think you could take me.” He smiled fondly at Victor. “If your pale, unblemished skin and uncalloused hands didn’t tell me that, then your complete lack of fear would.”
And that was the moment that Victor realized exactly what situation he was in. This wasn’t one of his trips where he ends up in his opulent cabin every night, never encountering more than a splinter on the entire sailing trip. Yakov wasn’t here to get him out of the mess he made. And Chris wasn’t going to come in at any moment with his guards to save him.
His head falls in time with his hopes.
There was no movement for several moments. Yuuri was still silently regarding him, looking endlessly patient as he waited for Victor to make a decision.
The sound of Victor undoing his pants seemed ridiculously loud in the silent room, but the feeling of Yuuri’s heavy gaze was even more palpable. He purposefully avoided the other’s eyes as he maneuvered around on the bed to slip off his pants. He didn’t bother with his shirt. He didn’t need to take it off to do what he was about to do, and it was so thin it probably wouldn’t make a difference anyways.
He paused when he was down to his underpants. He could remain fully dressed if he...went with the other option. But no, Victor inwardly shook his head. This was the better choice. He had fingered himself plenty of times. He could just close his eyes and pretend he was in his room, laying against his soft covers as he imagined handsome men bringing him pleasure.
It felt a bit like signing a contract as he slipped off his underwear, and Yuuri’s tiny smirk was the binding seal. But Victor didn’t want to think about what he was sanctioning, so instead he folded his legs to the side to cover himself as much as possible.
Judging by the tiny tilt of Yuuri’s head accompanied by a dark smirk, he realized that well enough.
“You have to open your legs, love,” Yuuri murmured in an impossibly gentle voice as he sat down on the bed as well, “How else can I see you?”
Victor hated the way he said it. All soft words and hushed tones, providing comfort which Victor never asked for.
He opened them anyway.
Victor had never once in his life been shy about nudity. In fact, he had been reprimanded on numerous occasions for appearing in public in varying states of undress. Yet, he could confidently say that in this moment, he had never felt more exposed.
He leaned against the headboard with his pale legs spread, feeling Yuuri’s eyes on his most private parts.
“...pretty,” Yuuri murmured fondly as he stared at him. But when Victor glanced at him, he saw a gleam in those eyes that hadn’t been there before.
Yuuri finally raised his eyes to meet Victor’s, leaning on his hand and saying, “Would you like some oil?”
Victor hesitated. He didn’t want to accept any sort of help from this man, and especially not with this. He debated whether he could just use his own spit, but he knew from experience how unpleasant that could be.
He gave the smallest nod he could get away with in answer, completely avoiding Yuuri’s eyes.
“Okay,” Yuuri replied softly, moving to a desk to pull out a vial of oil before carefully placing it in Victor’s hand. In the back of his mind, Victor pondered that perhaps that was one of the reasons Yuuri had been rummaging through the drawers earlier.
Brushing off the touch, Victor mechanically unscrewed the cork and poured a bit of oil on his fingers, quickly moving his hand down towards his entrance without thinking to avoid the oil dripping.
Yet, as soon as he touched his entrance, he felt that familiar anticipation he always felt and had to actively remind himself not to make any noise. He wouldn’t give the other that pleasure.
He carefully circled his entrance before slipping a finger in, turning his head away from Yuuri and pretending he was somewhere else. He could feel Yuuri’s eyes on his hole as it twitched around his finger, adjusting to being filled.
As quickly as he could, Victor moved his finger in and out to open himself rapidly. The more mechanical he kept this the better. He closed his eyes as he slipped another finger in and felt the familiar sensation of being stretched.
His eyes fell shut. He had always loved the sensation of something pushing into him and pressing against his walls, making him feel a little less empty, but with Yuuri’s eyes on him, it filled him to the point of choking him. He realized he was holding his breath and inhaled deeply, and the choking sensation lessened slightly.
Another finger slipped in next to the others, and Victor sighed breathily. He kept his eyes shut tightly and picked up the pace. His fingers slipped in and out of himself quickly, and he bit his lip at the friction it created.
Without thinking he brushed his fingers against his cock and moaned sharply at the sensation.
“Hah...ah,” he sighed as he began pulling at his cock, feeling his hole clench around his fingers at the action.
His hand began to feel wet. Oh, his cock was leaking.
He sighed deeply and leaned back against the pillow he was lying on, letting out little gasps when his fingers brushed inside of him just so.
God, it felt so good.
He started picking up the pace even more, stuffing himself as deep as possible as he desperately pulled at his front. His head fell to the side with a little moan. He was close.
And then a voice pulled him back to reality.
“Does it feel good?” Yuuri’s gentle voice reached him through his haze.
Victor’s eyes flew open at the sound of the other’s voice. He had almost forgotten he was there for a moment. Still, his hands didn’t stop their movements.
Before Victor could make any response, Yuuri continued, “You look like you’re really enjoying it. Your hole keeps squeezing around your fingers. It’s so cute.”
Victor swallowed harshly and shut his eyes again tightly, trying to ignore the other’s voice. But he should have realized closing his eyes would do nothing to impair his hearing.
“Everyone’s heard the rumors of Prince Victor Nikiforov. Of how he’s had more lovers than he can count. They say you go down to the docks to search for handsome sailors to bend you over.”
A choked groan was pulled from Victor as he contended, “T-that’s not true!”
Yuuri simply let out a little hum in response, continuing, “You’re so pretty down there. All smooth and pink. I wonder how many times you’ve done this.”
“S-stop talking,” Victor moaned, his cock was leaking pitifully now, and his frustration wasn’t halting the movement of his fingers fucking him one bit.
Yuuri didn’t stop talking.
“Hm,” the other hummed in a bored fashion, “Must be quite a few times if you're getting so hard.”
Victor squeezed his eyes shut, forcing tears out of their corners as he panted with his head turned. Little moans fell out of him with every thrust of his fingers. He didn’t want to cum, but he was so close.
Yuuri obviously noticed this as well, because he chuckled to himself and quipped, “Do you want to get fucked that badly darling?”
Victor let out a pained moan as his hair fell in his face and he turned his head away again, fingers still deep inside himself. He panted as he tried to stop himself from coming.
Yuuri gently brushed the strands over Victor’s forehead to tuck them behind his ear, and Victor failed to not lean into the touch.
“Prince Victor Nikiforov. Renowned for his ability to take cock,” Yuuri murmured as he softly thumbed at Victor’s ear before removing his hand, “I wonder if that’s how they’ll remember you in history.”
A frustrated sob pulled from Victor as he stuffed his fingers inside him as deep as he could, oil dripping down the cleft of his ass and precum covering his cock as his legs splayed open.
“The great prince of Russia on the verge of cumming from fucking himself in front of his captor,” Yuuri commented as if it were truly a pitiful prospect, adding, “Aren’t you meant to be an example for your people?”
Yuuri leaned forward a bit more and looked straight into his eyes. Despite Victor’s panting and moving fingers, he looked back at Yuuri and was struck by an odd feeling of familiarity. The other was so devastatingly beautiful. It wasn’t fair that it hid the monster that Yuuri was.
And Yuuri must think himself terribly witty as he said, “Ah. I understand. You’re just not a very good prince,” throwing his words back at him from before once again, but he would be pleased to know it was so much more effective this time.
Despite the pain those words caused his heart, they made his body tense as his orgasm spread throughout his body, a pathetic cry tearing from him as his hole fluttered around his fingers and his cock spurted cum pitifully.
He barely had to touch his cock. It made him want to cry even more.
Victor panted as he half leaned half lied on the pillow near the headboard. His head felt oddly fuzzy and he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but control his breathing at the moment.
Then he felt gentle fingers brush the hair from his forehead before a soft kiss was planted there. All Victor could manage was a labored swallow before he was back to trying to regain his breath.
Yuuri moved next to him and gently guided Victor’s head to his shoulder before continuing to stroke through his hair. They stayed like that for a few moments, just Yuuri gently humming and stroking his long silver strands while Victor calmed his rapidly beating heart.
Then, just as Victor was beginning to calm down, Yuuri spoke once more.
“...I never said that you had to make yourself cum.”
Victor’s heart pounded in his chest once more as his eyes widened in horror, staring at nothing in particular across the room.
For the first time in Victor’s life…he felt defeat. Like he wasn’t a prince. Like there was no one here who would bow to his every wish. No one here who saw him as royalty.
But also, for the first time in his life...he felt alive.