Viktor makes himself wait two hours. He’s more than ready less than thirty minutes later, but the anticipation is so sweet, even with Yuuri’s plaintive whines following him out of the room.
Yuuri’s asleep when he comes back, thighs still spread wide and head pillowed on his bound wrists. His hole is a rosy pink under the flaky layer of dried come. Viktor’s blood throbs and he smears some more lube around his cock before lining himself up and pushing home. The heat is incredible, but it’s the easy slide that makes Viktor gasp.
Yuuri groans awake, already whimpering and arching up into Viktor’s weight.
“God, you love it,” Viktor says, pulling out to roll Yuuri back onto his side. He straddles a thigh and guides himself in, holding Yuuri’s free leg up with one hand.
Yuuri stares at him, dark eyes begging. His cock droops in the hollow of his hip, but it’s a deep red and growing heavier with every shallow thrust. His murmurs are rhythmic, arms tugging uselessly.
“You’re still so wet,” Viktor tells him, watching his flush darken. “I’m going to come inside you again.” The flutter of Yuuri’s eyelashes makes Viktor move faster. “You like that, don’t you?”
He pulls out and sits back on his heels, lets Yuuri see him squeeze his fingers into a ring around the root of his cock and draw it up to the tip, a layer of come and lube gathering over the seam of his skin before he smears it all back down again. Yuuri’s blush spreads to his chest and he worries the gag between his teeth, murmuring some unintelligible plea. Viktor pushes Yuuri back down onto his front, scooting forward until his knees press Yuuri’s thighs as wide as they will go. It takes some angling to fit the tip of his cock back inside Yuuri’s hole, but once he does Yuuri’s body welcomes him like a hot, grasping mouth. The effort it requires to remain still is beyond what Viktor would have credited himself with, but so worth it when Yuuri shudders and keens, realizing.
“You know what to do,” Viktor says, massaging one of Yuuri’s beautifully muscled thighs. Yuuri writhes, self conscious, and then he writhes more deeply, trying to shove Viktor further inside. His lower back flexes, winning another inch before rolling up, Viktor’s cockhead almost popping free before being swallowed again.
Yuuri’s thrusting is shallow but desperate, polishing Viktor’s cock without winning much depth or friction for himself. Viktor has to bite his lip, watching Yuuri’s hole shiver and flinch, hearing him make soft aborted noises like he’s on the brink of tears.
“You’re doing so well, detka,” he finally says, tugging Yuuri’s hips down when he can’t push any further. “Make me come, baby - make me fill you up, that’s it,” he says, helping Yuuri’s ass bounce, feeling the swell of delicious pressure begin to expand. “Fuck, oh fuck--” he jerks, just the thought of keeping Yuuri like this, a hot little hole for his casual use making his balls spasm. “I’m going to get cuffs for your legs and rent you out,” he gasps, picturing a line of anonymous men kneeling up behind his Yuuri’s perfect ass, keeping him full and wet. Yuuri audibly sobs, trembling as Viktor slowly stops twitching inside him.
There are tears on Yuuri’s face when Viktor turns him over, his cock hard and damp at the tip. He looks likely to crumble with a single touch, so Viktor doesn’t. Carefully, gently, he slips his fingers into the sopping mess of Yuuri’s hole. Yuuri goes rigid, panting sharply until Viktor’s long fingers find his prostate and his breath stops altogether. Gentle coaxing makes Yuuri’s cockhead dribble, and ongoing pressure makes it begin to flow. There is true panic in Yuuri’s eyes under the sheen of tears, and Viktor leans down to press the softest of kisses to his belly.
By the time the slow expulsion of semen stops, Yuuri is groaning and fitfully trying to bear down on Viktor’s hand. Viktor is still hard and achingly sensitive, orgasmic and aroused and every bit as needful as Yuuri. The noise Yuuri makes as Viktor slowly presses back inside of him is a ragged keen, and Viktor growls as he finally bottoms out.
Viktor fucks him. There is no grace to it, only the hungry rush toward satisfaction. Yuuri shouts as Viktor plucks at his cockhead, cruelly overstimulating him into reflexive clenching. His come is a tacky puddle on his belly even as his cock sways stiffly under the weight of Viktor’s thrusts. Yuuri’s eyes suddenly roll back and his body seizes with orgasm, squeezing so hard Viktor has to yell through it, slowing until Yuuri gasps and his muscles unlock. Crazed, Viktor tugs the gag out of his mouth, growing unbearably, impossibly harder at the sudden clarity of Yuuri’s need.
“Please, please, please,” Yuuri babbles wetly, legs tightening around Viktor’s waist as his whole body begins to stiffen again, cock flexing pitifully. “Oh god, oh god ohgod,” he sobs, clutching around Viktor like a vise.
Unable to stand it, Viktor takes Yuuri in hand and jerks him off, Yuuri’s pitiful wail dissolving with everything else as Viktor folds him in half and rides out pleasure so sharp and sustained he almost blacks out.
***
Several hot towels and a little aloe later, Viktor ruffles Yuuri’s hair with a sigh. It’s impressive how Yuuri makes himself both small and heavy on Viktor’s chest, but it’s nice, and also oddly necessary.
“Is that what you had in mind?” he asks, low. There is a pleasing touch of gravel to his voice.
“I’d give it a silver medal,” Yuuri murmurs, sleepy. Viktor’s laughter almost shakes him back onto his side of the bed.
“The judge from Japan is harsh tonight!” Viktor finally says, keeping Yuuri steady with both arms wrapped around him.
“I know what you’re capable of when you exert yourself.” He’s curled up so snugly everything comes out a little muffled, which Viktor is only beginning to recognize as one of his rare pieces of manipulation. Even knowing that, he enjoys the surge of possessive pride that already has him plotting for his gold.
“You know, Chris has a family home in the Alps.”
“Does he?”
“Mhmm. Empty most of the year. One road in and out. They ski sometimes, but not often.”
FILL part 2: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, objectification, rape fantasy of a sort
Viktor makes himself wait two hours. He’s more than ready less than thirty minutes later, but the anticipation is so sweet, even with Yuuri’s plaintive whines following him out of the room.
Yuuri’s asleep when he comes back, thighs still spread wide and head pillowed on his bound wrists. His hole is a rosy pink under the flaky layer of dried come. Viktor’s blood throbs and he smears some more lube around his cock before lining himself up and pushing home. The heat is incredible, but it’s the easy slide that makes Viktor gasp.
Yuuri groans awake, already whimpering and arching up into Viktor’s weight.
“God, you love it,” Viktor says, pulling out to roll Yuuri back onto his side. He straddles a thigh and guides himself in, holding Yuuri’s free leg up with one hand.
Yuuri stares at him, dark eyes begging. His cock droops in the hollow of his hip, but it’s a deep red and growing heavier with every shallow thrust. His murmurs are rhythmic, arms tugging uselessly.
“You’re still so wet,” Viktor tells him, watching his flush darken. “I’m going to come inside you again.” The flutter of Yuuri’s eyelashes makes Viktor move faster. “You like that, don’t you?”
He pulls out and sits back on his heels, lets Yuuri see him squeeze his fingers into a ring around the root of his cock and draw it up to the tip, a layer of come and lube gathering over the seam of his skin before he smears it all back down again. Yuuri’s blush spreads to his chest and he worries the gag between his teeth, murmuring some unintelligible plea. Viktor pushes Yuuri back down onto his front, scooting forward until his knees press Yuuri’s thighs as wide as they will go. It takes some angling to fit the tip of his cock back inside Yuuri’s hole, but once he does Yuuri’s body welcomes him like a hot, grasping mouth. The effort it requires to remain still is beyond what Viktor would have credited himself with, but so worth it when Yuuri shudders and keens, realizing.
“You know what to do,” Viktor says, massaging one of Yuuri’s beautifully muscled thighs. Yuuri writhes, self conscious, and then he writhes more deeply, trying to shove Viktor further inside. His lower back flexes, winning another inch before rolling up, Viktor’s cockhead almost popping free before being swallowed again.
Yuuri’s thrusting is shallow but desperate, polishing Viktor’s cock without winning much depth or friction for himself. Viktor has to bite his lip, watching Yuuri’s hole shiver and flinch, hearing him make soft aborted noises like he’s on the brink of tears.
“You’re doing so well, detka,” he finally says, tugging Yuuri’s hips down when he can’t push any further. “Make me come, baby - make me fill you up, that’s it,” he says, helping Yuuri’s ass bounce, feeling the swell of delicious pressure begin to expand. “Fuck, oh fuck--” he jerks, just the thought of keeping Yuuri like this, a hot little hole for his casual use making his balls spasm. “I’m going to get cuffs for your legs and rent you out,” he gasps, picturing a line of anonymous men kneeling up behind his Yuuri’s perfect ass, keeping him full and wet. Yuuri audibly sobs, trembling as Viktor slowly stops twitching inside him.
There are tears on Yuuri’s face when Viktor turns him over, his cock hard and damp at the tip. He looks likely to crumble with a single touch, so Viktor doesn’t. Carefully, gently, he slips his fingers into the sopping mess of Yuuri’s hole. Yuuri goes rigid, panting sharply until Viktor’s long fingers find his prostate and his breath stops altogether. Gentle coaxing makes Yuuri’s cockhead dribble, and ongoing pressure makes it begin to flow. There is true panic in Yuuri’s eyes under the sheen of tears, and Viktor leans down to press the softest of kisses to his belly.
By the time the slow expulsion of semen stops, Yuuri is groaning and fitfully trying to bear down on Viktor’s hand. Viktor is still hard and achingly sensitive, orgasmic and aroused and every bit as needful as Yuuri. The noise Yuuri makes as Viktor slowly presses back inside of him is a ragged keen, and Viktor growls as he finally bottoms out.
Viktor fucks him. There is no grace to it, only the hungry rush toward satisfaction. Yuuri shouts as Viktor plucks at his cockhead, cruelly overstimulating him into reflexive clenching. His come is a tacky puddle on his belly even as his cock sways stiffly under the weight of Viktor’s thrusts. Yuuri’s eyes suddenly roll back and his body seizes with orgasm, squeezing so hard Viktor has to yell through it, slowing until Yuuri gasps and his muscles unlock. Crazed, Viktor tugs the gag out of his mouth, growing unbearably, impossibly harder at the sudden clarity of Yuuri’s need.
“Please, please, please,” Yuuri babbles wetly, legs tightening around Viktor’s waist as his whole body begins to stiffen again, cock flexing pitifully. “Oh god, oh god ohgod,” he sobs, clutching around Viktor like a vise.
Unable to stand it, Viktor takes Yuuri in hand and jerks him off, Yuuri’s pitiful wail dissolving with everything else as Viktor folds him in half and rides out pleasure so sharp and sustained he almost blacks out.
Several hot towels and a little aloe later, Viktor ruffles Yuuri’s hair with a sigh. It’s impressive how Yuuri makes himself both small and heavy on Viktor’s chest, but it’s nice, and also oddly necessary.
“Is that what you had in mind?” he asks, low. There is a pleasing touch of gravel to his voice.
“I’d give it a silver medal,” Yuuri murmurs, sleepy. Viktor’s laughter almost shakes him back onto his side of the bed.
“The judge from Japan is harsh tonight!” Viktor finally says, keeping Yuuri steady with both arms wrapped around him.
“I know what you’re capable of when you exert yourself.” He’s curled up so snugly everything comes out a little muffled, which Viktor is only beginning to recognize as one of his rare pieces of manipulation. Even knowing that, he enjoys the surge of possessive pride that already has him plotting for his gold.
“You know, Chris has a family home in the Alps.”
“Does he?”
“Mhmm. Empty most of the year. One road in and out. They ski sometimes, but not often.”
Yuuri swallows, shuddering. “That sounds nice.”
Viktor grins.