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Yuuri’s vision was blurry and his head ached. He was sitting at the bar of a crowded downtown pub—the cool beer in his hands did nothing to stop drops of sweat from rolling down his chin. How on earth did Phichit drag him down to that hellhole in an excruciatingly hot May evening was a mystery to Yuuri.
Oh, yeah. Phichit had said something about trying to “cheer him up.”
His friend loved to do that when he thought Yuuri was feeling down. The problem was that Yuuri did stupid things when he drank in a bad mood. Phichit should have known that by now…
Yuuri didn’t always hate coming out with Phichit though. The grad student enjoyed coming to the pub once in a while. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how to have fun. In fact, Phichit and Yuuri were well known among the student body as people who knew how to have fun when alcohol was involved. Yuuri loved to dance and, despite his usually shy nature, he could definitely shake the dance floor after a few shots. It was his way of letting loose and having fun, a way to curb the stress of post-grad life and the pressing fear of his research project’s approaching deadline.
Today was not a day Yuuri was willing to let loose though. The stakes were too high.
The previous week had started very poorly. Yuuri had been working his heart out on his research project and master’s thesis, but that did not stop his advisor from harshly criticizing his paper’s most recent developments. When Yuuri entered Celestino’s office on Monday morning, he was greeted by an array of critiques. He knew the man only wanted him to succeed, but he had been excited about the progress of the project.
Apparently he had been wrong though. Now the student had to scratch at least 25 pages of his baby.
Then on Friday morning, when he was starting to feel better, another misfortune rained on Yuuri Katsuki.
Actually it didn’t necessarily rain on him… He was fully responsible for that one.
Yuuri succumbed to the evil forces of sleeping with his ex. Ugh. Why.
After avoiding Victor for almost four months, Yuuri had been unfortunate enough to bump into the man at a coffee shop near campus.
They were polite to each other—very civil. Victor offered his new phone number so they could keep in touch—all that jazz exes do when they see each other in public. Yeah we should meet up sometime and catch up! But of course they wouldn’t. It’s all just pleasantries. Yuuri knows the drill. It’s just how it goes. It’s just how it should go.
He accepted Victor’s number, knowing he would never call him or see him again.
… Except he did.
That same day Phichit decided to take him to one of the “cheering Yuuri” nights out. As Yuuri’s research became more intense, Phichit made sure to take his friend out as often as he could.
Phichit had the best intentions. He knew Yuuri was depressed about the latest shortcoming of his project. Yuuri was a great student and he took what he did very seriously.
But he didn’t know Yuuri had just met his ex that same day. Oh, no. Yuuri could never tell Phichit. His best mate would freak out and make Yuuri delete the phone number on the spot. And for some weird reason, Yuuri didn’t want that to happen…
Maybe it would have been better if Yuuri had been honest with Phichit….
It was early Friday night when the pair began to take shots. According to Phichit, Fridays were “shot nights.” Probably a terrible idea.
Yuuri got majorly plastered, texted Victor, and ended up at the older man’s doorstep.
He woke up feeling like shit and having to tell his best friend and flat mate a lame excuse about following Leo to another bar to drink more cocktails and coming home at ungodly hours after Phichit had already crashed (which was almost impossible).
In reality, Yuuri ran out of his ex’s apartment at 4 a.m. as soon as Victor came on his face, mentally swearing to never do that again. Never see Victor, never think about him, never let him come on his face, never talk to him, never daydream about him, and especially never sleep with him again.
Except he did.
On Saturday, on Monday, and on Tuesday. Fuck.
Thank God Leo was such a good friend, willing to cover for him.
How could he sleep with the man who broke his heart? Who destroyed Yuuri with mere words? How could he admit that to Phichit? He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it—he would kill Yuuri if he knew what he was doing. Phichit spent several months helping Yuuri get himself together after the disaster that was Victor Nikiforov. A hot, mesmerizing, and painful disaster. So he kept quiet.
He was running out of explanations after coming home late every night. The library excuse just wouldn’t do it anymore.
Now it was Wednesday and Yuuri needed to break the cycle.
He was indeed in a terrible mood. He didn’t trust himself to be in public without supervision. At least having his friend close by made Yuuri stop himself from texting Victor. Victor never texted him anyway. As shameful as it was to admit it, the grad student had initiated contact with Victor every single time in the past four days. Goddamn it.
He just needed to find his friend soon, before he got too drunk
Unfortunately Phichit had already abandoned him for the dance floor.
Yuuri ignored the loud stranger blatantly flirting with him while he tried to scan the dancing crowd in front of the bar in search of his friend. The fact that the pub was so crowded on a Wednesday evening was making him even more irritated.
He took another chug of his beer attempting to make situation more bearable. He knew he shouldn’t drink much, but enduring the obnoxious stranger next to him without alcohol simply wouldn’t do. Yuuri was too polite to tell him off directly, opting to endure the situation with nods and more sips of beer. He really hated his passive side sometimes.
The student asked the bartender for another beer, the fourth one that night. He was getting tipsy but he felt conscious enough to keep his resolve. He drank the liquid slowly, still trying to spot his best friend on the dance floor. This would be his last beer and then he would go home safely with Phichit, getting rid of the horny stranger that was now talking too close his ear. His best friend was the perfect anti-men shield.
Yuuri finally spotted his flat mate on the dance floor. Phichit enthusiastically danced in the middle of a multitude of people. The way he moved so spontaneously made Yuuri chuckle. He wished he could be as carefree as his friend without the aid of a lot of shots.
He gave the stranger some lame excuse about needing to take a leak and began maneuvering in between the crowd to reach Phichit.
Half way to his goal, Yuuri felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
Fuck.
The first thing that popped in his mind was Victor. Goddamn, the man should get out of his head already. But then Yuuri remembered: Victor never texts. He barely texted when they were together, he always preferred to speak on the phone. And he hadn’t texted Yuuri once before or after their encounters during the past four days.
Attempting to calm himself, the student took another chug of his beer. He raised his phone to check the massage—maybe it was just Leo checking up on them.
Victor (DO NOT TEXT OR CALL): Not coming by tonight?
A loud clack sounded by Yuuri’s side as his beer dropped to the floor. Someone next to the student complained about getting wet with the sticky liquid, but the black-haired man couldn’t care less at the moment. His heart was beating like crazy. Fuck.
He tried to calm down. Victor texting him four words didn’t change anything. He shouldn’t and wouldn’t sleep with his ex again. He locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. He adjusted his crooked glasses and steadied his breath, hand clutched against his own shirt. He decided he needed to find Phichit faster and go home. He definitely didn’t trust himself and he desperately needed to be more rational.
After a few deep breaths, he started to feel calm again. He took a step into de dance floor. And then…
Another vibration. And then another. Two more goddamn messages.
His head began to spin. He only had four beers but he felt drunk. He barely had time to process his own thoughts as his hands flew to him own pocket. Before he knew it, his phone was already in front of his face.
Victor (DO NOT TEXT OR CALL): I thought we had a new routine now. Was I wrong? Where is the desperate Yuuri of the past few nights? I’m lonely.
Victor (DO NOT TEXT OR CALL): I want to hear you moan my name…
Fuck.
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“Hey,” said Victor as he leaned against the doorframe. “You came after all,” a smirk curled his lips and a glint sparkled in his icy blue eyes.
He looked so pleased—it made Yuuri want to scream in frustration. He also looked hot as hell, as always. Wearing nothing but a grey pair of sweatpants, perfect chest naked, Victor was sin in human form. Yuuri hated that it affected him so much.
He couldn’t help a blush from spreading across his cheeks and ears. He was already stammering for God’s sake.
“Y-Yeah, well… The bar was kinda boring tonight, you know,” Yuuri looked down, afraid his face would give away how embarrassed and aroused he was.
“Come on in. I’m sure we can find something more entertaining to do,” Victor said after eyeing Yuuri up and down, grin never leaving his face. Yuuri knew Victor was having way too much fun with the situation.
The student walked inside the familiar apartment. It looked exactly as it did during the previous nights, except for a bottle of wine on the glass table by the kitchen area and an empty but used goblet next to it. Maybe Victor was indeed waiting for him.
The student held his fists together, feeling a bit uncomfortable. His palms were slightly sweaty and his heart thumped incredibly loud. What should he do? He didn’t fell drunk enough for this situation. Maybe he should have had two more beers. Or two beers less…
He took off his glasses and stuck them to his shirt—maybe seeing less would help. He turned around to stare at Victor who had just closed and locked his apartment door with a loud click, the sound ominous to Yuuri’s ears.
Yuuri gulped without noticing.
Before he could start some awkward conversation, the older man turned around. He quickly latched his hands to Yuuri’s hips and stuck his lips to Yuuri’s neck.
“Victor… Hold on…” Yuuri tried breathlessly, but the small moan that escaped his throat right after betrayed him. Victor’s lips and the way he moved them over the student’s exposed skin felt so good.
“Uhm…” Victor barely acknowledge Yuuri’s attempt at a conversation. He looked drunk on his ex’s smell and presence. His longue licked Yuuri’s sweaty skin like it was the most delicious dessert on earth. His mouth was furious over the shorter man’s neck, making Yuuri melt even more under his touch.
They were in the middle of the small living room, and Yuuri felt his legs already going wobbly.
Seemingly noticing the student’s unsteadiness, Victor backed Yuuri into a nearby wall and continued kissing his neck relentlessly. He sucked red marks over the fading spots of the previous days. Yuuri trembled under his touch, letting out short gasps whenever Victor scrapped his teeth over the bruised smooth skin.
It was maddening how weak he was under the silver-haired man’s touch. He should stop him, but he didn’t. It had been hard enough to hide the previous marks from Phichit. He would need a whole new bottle of concealer now.
The taller man finally let go of the abused neck and moved back to stare at the mess that was Yuuri Katsuki.
Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the older man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.
“Victor…” Yuuri caught himself saying lowly, his mind already betraying him as he pleaded for Victor to stop staring and start touching again. He clutched the hem of Victor’s pants in an attempt to draw the man closer.
Victor licked his lips and grinned, shifting his eyes from Yuuri’s neck to his lips, and finally to his eyes. He stayed in place, not giving the student the friction that he desperately needed.
“Sorry, Yuuri, seeing you like this is hypnotizing. I want to hear you moan my name over and over…” Victor said matter-of-factly as his grin widened even more.
But Yuuri could play at this game too. Victor could be irresistible, but the student knew how to press the older man’s buttons. Quite well in fact.
With his right hand, Yuuri grabbed Victor’s firm shoulder and yanked him forward, finally pressing their lips together. He wrapped his other hand around the taller man’s neck and licked his lower lip, asking to deepen the kiss. Victor quickly complied by shoving his tongue inside Yuuri’s mouth. Victor’s hands pulled Yuuri closer, pressing their hips together. The black-haired boy moaned into the kiss.
Yuuri bucked his hips up again, trying to increase the friction. Victor was already hard under the soft fabric. Victor groaned as he continued humping his length against the shorter man. The contact felt heavenly.
Their tongues danced with desperation, both men thirsty for more. Victor moved one hand from Yuuri’s hips to explore the soft skin under the student’s shirt. He traveled his fingers with experience. Finally, he reached one of Yuuri’s nipples and circled it with his thumb. Yuuri whimpered into the kiss, the sensation was too much. His legs trembled, ready to give in. Yuuri was going mad. The soft touch and the wet noises coming from their mouths were too erotic. Yuuri’s cock ached inside his jeans. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this.
After teasing the bud enough, Victor pinched the nipple without mercy. Yuuri cried out load, head rolling back and mouth falling off from Victor’s lips.
Now Victor had done it, all of rational thought long gone from Yuuri’s mind.
He grabbed Victor’s silver hair hard and bit his swollen and glistening lower lip, making the man above him groan. They probably looked like animals.
Then Yuuri forcefully yanked Victor’s head back by the hair, separating their mouths once again. Both man panted as if they had just ran a marathon. But Yuuri knew the night had just started. Victor stared at him trough his half-lidded eyes, desire overflowing from his gaze. Yuuri felt naked whenever Victor looked at him like this, eating him up with his piercing blue stare. Victor licked his lips once more and smirked, waiting for further instructions from the shorter man pressed against the wall.
Yuuri leaned against Victor’s shoulder, hands keeping the taller man in place. His lips faintly touched the other’s ear.
“Bedroom. Now,” Yuuri finally whispered, letting go of Victor’s hair and shoulder.
Victor snapped.
Despite the Yuuri’s surprised yelp, Victor quickly lifted him of his feet and carried him hurriedly to the bedroom. He kicked the door open, almost breaking the fine wood. He threw Yuuri on the bed, making the younger man slightly dizzy with the bounce of the fluffy mattress.
When the grad student looked up, Victor was no longer grinning. He was serious, his actions frantic and fast. Yuuri knew he had turned that switch on, very successfully in fact. His lower belly heat up with a mixture of excitement and fear. There was no going back now. He knew Victor was going to fuck him senseless.
The silver-haired man left Yuuri alone on the bed to walk across the bedroom.
Yuuri felt a bit awkward as Victor strode to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube. It felt like hours before the older man came back to join him, towering over Yuuri’s body.
The student felt so small at times like these. He thought himself a confident man. When he wanted, he could flirt with ease. He could even seduce men like Victor—he could tease, make men beg for him.
But right now Yuuri felt tiny. When Victor got in the mood, Yuuri felt like a little lamb staring at his predator, helplessly waiting to be devoured.
Yuuri propped himself on his elbows to get a better look at the man above him. Victor was kneeling on the bed, lube by his knee, just staring down at Yuuri with a finger glued to his lips. It seemed like he was thinking about where to start—or how to start—eating Yuuri up, blue eyes ogling every inch of the student’s body. Yuuri gulped, his legs felt weak again. Thank God he was lying on the bed.
“Take of your clothes,” Victor finally said. He wasn’t asking.
Without a second thought, Yuuri placed his glasses on to his side and began pulling off his Joy Division shirt. Shit, why was he wearing a band t-shit today? Victor probably though he was still an immature wannabe-trendy grad school fuck-up. Ugh.
His hands trembled, but he didn’t dare to stop his actions under the scrutinizing gaze above him. As soon as his shirt was off and on the ground he dared a glance above. Maybe Victor would be satisfied with his bare chest.
“Uhm. Good. Keep going,” said the older man without moving, and eyes never leaving Yuuri’s body. His composure drove the younger man insane.
Yuuri fumbled with his belt, nervous under Victor. He felt like he was performing a private stripping dance. He threw his belt to the side and continued with his jean’s button. He slowly peeled the fabric off his thighs and then off his feet, leaving only his blue boxers on—an evident bulge showing through the cloth. Stripping in front of Victor had incredibly him hard and leaking. Yuuri felt self-conscious and he hated it. Really, he shouldn’t care what Victor thought of him.
“You’re too slow,” Yuuri heard Victor saying in his hazed state of embarrassment and lust. Before he could process the words, Victor’s mouth latched to the student’s briefs, mouthing the obscene bulge that pressed against the fabric. Yuuri threw his head back, letting out an involuntary loud moan. Victor’s mouth felt heavenly.
“Ah.. Crap, Vic-,” Yuuri whispered breathily. He cursed the fabric that kept Victor’s tongue away from his cock.
Soon though, he felt his boxers being gently lowered. Yuuri kept his eyes glued to the ceiling and tried to focus his vision on the expensive chandelier dangling from above. Looking at Victor right now would be too much.
As soon as the briefs were completely pulled down, he felt his cock bouncing back at his belly, tip swollen and slick. Yuuri gripped at the bed sheets as his blush deepened and spread across his chest. He felt so embarrassed but so good at the same time.
Yuuri waited for the feeling of Victor’s mouth over his member. But it didn’t come.
He could feel Victor’s breath hovering over his leaking cock, but the older man wouldn’t touch it. Yuuri was trembling, shivering, waiting. Why was it taking so long? Goddamn it!
The student decided to looked up with slight annoyance. What the fuck was Victor doing? …. And then he saw it. That treacherous smile was back on his ex’s face, this time only centimeters away from Yuuri’s cock.
“Beg for it,” Victor purred. Yuuri’s cock twitched at the words.
Fuck.
“Victor…” Yuuri tried, hiding his face under his left arm. This was too much.
“Beg,” the older man repeated, grin widening. “You made me wait all night. You come to my apartment half drunk smelling like a trashy pub. Now beg for me to touch you,” Victor said firmly, breath too close to Yuuri’s swollen dick.
Yuuri was desperate. His mid was running way too fast. He could already feel the tears of frustration tainting the cheeks under his arm. This man had complete control over him. He could make Yuuri drop to his lowest, show his dirtiest side. He hated himself, but he needed it so bad.
“Please…” he hiccuped. “Touch me, Victor. Please.”
As soon as he whispered the words, Yuuri saw stars.
“AH, FUCK!”
The student jumped—Victor took him in his mouth in one go. The feeling of the silver-haired man’s wet mouth around his cock overwhelmed Yuuri. It was too much.
“Oh my God, Victor! Oh m-my go-d-d.”
Victor drew back and licked Yuuri’s cock from the base to the tip, earning shivers from the younger man. He sucked very gently, teasing while Yuuri whimpered. He drew back, gave slick kisses to the aching member’s side, and then backed down again, swallowing Yuuri’s length. The feeling was indescribable.
The sounds of Victor’s mouth around his cock were lewd. Yuuri shut his eyes hard and tried his best to control his hips from jumping up. He moaned and whimpered pitifully, gasping out short Victors as the older man deep-throated him like he was born to do it.
“Yuuri,” Victor said in between loud sucks, “Take that arm off your face. I want to see you.”
Yuuri hesitated for a few seconds and then drew back his arm to clutch the sheets, daring to look down—he almost came right then and there.
Even with a mouthful of his cock, Victor somehow managed to keep a grin on his face. Victor looked so pleased with Yuuri’s dick in his mouth; he made it look like sucking Yuuri off was the most delightful thing in the world. His eyes stared at Yuuri’s tear-filled brown orbs. He knew how good he was. The student couldn’t do anything but grip the sheets as hard as humanly possible.
Victor continued his kisses and licks, occasionally looking up to smirk at the student.
Yuuri is getting close. He wouldn’t last much longer like this.
“Victor!” the younger man screamed after a particularly deep mouthful, trying to warn the older man that if he kept this pace, Yuuri wouldn’t last much longer.
His ex seemed to understand the message. His lips fell of Yuuri’s cock with a loud and obscene pop.
“So soon, Yuuri?” the silver-haired male mocked, his mouth moving to delicately kiss Yuuri’s navel. God, this man was the devil. “I thought you had good stamina, no?”
“Fuck you,” Yuuri said with hasted breath, blush deepening even more.
“Uhm, so you’re going to behave like this?” Victor asked, mischief coating his words. He gripped Yuuri’s thighs hard and spreading them wide. “What a bad boy.”
Victor sucked on Yuuri’s white skin, leaving marks on the inside of the student’s thighs. Yuuri shivered. Victor’s teasing was going too far. Yuuri wanted to be fucked already, or to come, or both. He unlatched one of his hands from the sheets and began to guide it towards his now abandoned member. He needed release.
But before he could circle his hand around his aching cock, Victor suddenly he flipped the black-haired boy over.
“Vi-victor!” Yuuri yelled in protest. Victor answered by kissing his shoulder blades.
“No touching, Yuuri… You should know better,” Victor stated while kissing Yuuri’s soft skin. “I will satisfy you myself.
Yuuri whimpered. He was so aroused, but he knew Victor wouldn’t let him off easy. Victor loved being in control. The more Yuuri struggled and tried to get off, the longer Victor would tease him and make him wait. Fuck.
Half of Yuuri’s face was pressed against the mattress, but the other half was fully open to Victor’s cares. Yuuri gripped the pillow over his head. Hopefully Victor wouldn’t notice how desperate he was.
Victor kept kissing up and down Yuuri’s back slowly, moving to his neck and then finally to his exposed ear.
“Ugh,” Yuuri bucked his hips against the mattress, trying to get some friction for his cock. It was so mean. Victor knew his ears were his soft spot.
Victor bit Yuuri’s lobe and then sucked it lightly making the student feel like he was in heaven.
Thin tears left the corner of Yuuri’s orbs only to be instantly licked by Victor’s tongue. He placed soft kisses on Yuuri’s cheek and eyelids, and then moved back to suck behind his ear.
“You’re so cute whimpering like this. Your tears taste divine, Yuuri,” the older man said with a chuckle.
Yuuri moaned loud as Victor finally ground against him. He could feel Victor’s clothed member hard under the grey sweater.
“I want to tear you apart,” Victor whispered against his ear, more serious this time.
Yuuri could only moan again at the bold statement. His hips moved involuntarily, meeting Victor’s clothed dick in the air. Victor groaned so desperately at the touch that Yuuri felt a bit proud inside.
Victor bit his neck in response. He was getting rougher. The older man shifted his weight so that he could sustain his weight above Yuuri with one hand, moving the other close to the black-haired boy’s face.
“Suck them,” Victor demanded as he pressed his middle and index fingers to Yuuri’s mouth. The younger man slowly opened his mouth to experimentally lick the older man’s digits.
Unfortunately, Victor wasn’t in the patient mood anymore.
Victor crushed his hips down hard again, earning a yelp from Yuuri, who involuntarily opened his mouth to have Victor’s fingers shoved inside the wet cave.
The older man played with Yuuri’s tongue as the younger man tried his best to coat the fingers with saliva. Yuuri looked up with wet brown eyes. Victor’s watched him so hungrily his body shivered.
Spit dripped down his chin, his breath frantic as he slightly gaged at the long fingers pushed viciously in his mouth. His knuckles were white from the strong grip on the pillow, his neck was bruised with kiss marks, his cheeks were tainted with tears and red from embarrassment, and his pupils were dilated with desire. Yuuri knew he looked debauched.
Victor backed away a bit, removing his fingers from the small mouth and moving his hands to grab Yuuri’s ass. The older man massaged the mound of flesh while the black-haired boy purred at the sensation and at the feeling a strong gaze traveling over his body.
Yuuri was almost completely relaxed before Victor decided to change things up again.
“On your knees, Yuuri” Victor pulled him up by the hips. Yuuri pressed his elbows against the mattress to gain support and pulled himself on his knees.
Victor’s hands were still on his ass. With his left thumb he spread Yuuri’s cheek to stare at his hole. The younger man couldn’t help but contract the muscles in shame. He was so exposed.
“Stop staring and playing around! Get on with it, Victor,” Yuuri looked back and yelled. He was ready to be fucked. With the way they had been humping like rabbits the past four days, Victor could probably shove his cock in Yuuri’s ass without much effort.
But Victor had other plans. The silver-haired man licked his lips at the sight and laughed at Yuuri’s lack of patience. Yuuri might have good stamina, but he often lacked patience.
Without warning, Victor quickly lowered his head to lick the pink entrance. That was not what Yuuri expected.
Yuuri screamed.
His toes curled, and his fists gripped the pillows above his head as if his life depended on it.
“Oh my God, oh my god, oh my god,” Yuuri rambled over his words as Victor kept licking his twitching hole. The student was going literally insane with that hot tongue pressed against him—those movements over Yuuri’s delicate skin just felt too good.
Victor circled the muscles with his tongue and sucked around the entrance slowly and wet.
As Victor pressed his tongue inside the ring of muscles, Yuuri let out probably the loudest moan of his life.
“Fuck! God…!”
He wanted to kill himself. Or kill Victor. Or tear his skin apart. He didn’t know. But feeling this good should not be legal.The black-haired boy sobbed between moans. He was utterly addicted. Fuck.
“That’s not the name you should be screaming, Yuuri. God has nothing to do with this. Call my name,” Victor said nonchalantly as he removed his mouth from the now leaking entrance and began tracing his index finger over Yuuri’s hole. Yuuri was a crying mess. His right hang had moved to grip his own messy hair, his thighs trembled, and his eyes were swollen.
“V-vitor… P-please… Victor, Victor, Victor…” He pleaded.
Victor used his free hand to trace his jawline, the delicate touch earning a purr from Yuuri.
“Shhhh, baby. It’s okay. You’ve done well. I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” Victor said with the sweetest voice. He grabbed the bottle next to his knees and began to coat his fingers with lube.
Victor wrapped one of his arms around the younger man’s waist and held him up in place.
He pressed his free middle finger against Yuuri’s hole, slowly entering him. He pushed his digit down all the way and gradually pulled it back up in a motion. He kept the slow motion for a few minutes. Yuuri whimpered at the feeling.
“Vic-tor… You can go faster,” Yuuri tried with a hiccupped voice.
“Uhmm… Really…” Victor chuckled. Goddamn it. The older man ignored Yuuri and kept his slow ministrations for a while. It was all so dirty yet delicate. Victor’s finger’s opened him so effortlessly.
The squishy sound of lube coming in and out of his entrance made his member ache.
Without notice, Victor turned Yuuri around, forcing the younger man to stare at his ex’s face again. He looked so pleased.
Before Yuuri could register what was happening, Victor pushed two fingers inside him, slightly quickening the pace as Yuuri had previously ordered.
“Ahh…!” Yuuri’s head fell back. Victor did not wait to latch his mouth to the exposed neck.
He opened Yuuri gently and kissed him in such a sluggish manner. He licked the student’s neck and kissed Yuuri like he was the tastiest dessert on earth. It made the black-haired man feel like he was drowning.
He moaned and purred; he felt complete ecstasy.
But the silver-haired man was finally getting impatient, Yuuri could notice.
He began whispering sweet nothings into Yuuri’s ears as he bit and licked the abused lobe. His fingers kept pumping in and out of the student’s lubed hole.
“Yuuri, you’re so beautiful… You take my fingers in so well. Such a good boy,” Victor kept his lips glued to Yuuri’s right ear. “Ahhh, baby, you make me go insane. Why are you like this… So good, Yuuri. You take it so well. Why can’t we just…”
“Victor!” Yuuri nearly jumped out of bed as Victor curled his fingers and hit his prostate.
“Huh, it looks like I found it…” Victor stated as he curled his fingers again, abusing Yuuri’s sweet spot.
Yuuri curved his back and gripped Victor’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the sensations cursing through his body.
“V-victor… Oh, my God, Ahhh…” Victor shut him up by capturing his lips, kissing him passionately. Yuuri’s hands left his shoulders to grab Victor’s hair, frantically gripping at the silver strands. Victor nibbled and sucked Yuuri’s lower lip. They were sweaty and needy, moving so desperately as if it was the last time they would fuck—like it was the last time they would feel this good.
Victor let his fingers fall out of Yuuri’s entrance with a dirty sound. He was lubed up and ready. His hole twitched at the loss of action. He needed more now.
Yuuri stared at Victor as he left the bed to take off his sweatpants and boxers. Yuuri barely registrated he was licking his own lips as he waited for Victor to get back to him.
Victor grabbed the lube and coated his aching length while he stared at Yuuri sprawled on the mattress. His icy eyes sparkled with hunger. Yeah, He definitely looked like a predator.
Coming back to the bed, he grabbed Yuuri’s wrists with his right hand and pinned them above the shorter man’s head. His left hand traveled through Yuuri’s chest, circling his nipples.
“Victor... Enough teasing, please…” Yuuri’s voice was low and throaty.
Victor shut him up with his lips, sucking on his tongue and lips while his left hand traveled through Yuuri’s body.
Victor moved the hand from Yuuri’s chest to push one of the younger man’s thigh up, giving him more access to Yuuri’s entrance.
He guided the head of his cock to the black-haired boy’s hole and pushed in slowly, waiting for Yuuri to adjust. Victor’s always took him slow and nice at first, making his body melt.
“Oh, G-god,” Yuuri breathed out as Victor bottomed him out. The older man kissed his calf with soft lips and placing the leg on his shoulder.
“You feel so good, Yuuri. So perfect,” Victor loved praising him during sex. It made Yuuri’s cock twitch and leak.
The silver-haired man drove long and slow thrusts into Yuuri’s body—the perfect rhythm driving the student insane. Even inside him Victor still managed to be a tease.
Yuuri moan and arched his back as Victor groaned and praised him.
His movements gradually speed up, sweat pooling on the older man’s forehead. His breath came out in gasps and he began softly whispered Yuuri’s name as if it was a prayer.
“Yuuri, baby, yes! Yuuri…”
His eyes were glued to Yuuri’s frame, drinking in the sight of the writhing body beneath him. Yuuri turned his head to the side to try to ignore the piercing gaze.
Victor took the opportunity to attack Yuuri’s ear. He blew in and sucked the abused lobe, earning a whine from Yuuri as he scratched Victor’s back in pleasure. Victor smirked at the reaction.
The older man dropped Yuuri’s leg from his shoulder and slightly adjusted the body under him to the side.
He withdrew from the hot entrance and then plunged himself back in, changing his angle to hit Yuuri’s sweet spot. The student let out an animalistic growl in response, his sensitive nerves being over-stimulated beyond belief.
“Victor, Victor…!” Yuuri screamed as tears fell from his eyes. His nails drew blood from Victor’s shoulders.
Victor kept abusing his prostate as he kissed dark marks on Yuuri’s neck.
“Yes, baby, you’re doing so well. You take me in so well, Yuuri. Ugh.”
Yuuri knew Victor was close. His speech was half-coherent and his thrusts were getting erratic. But he was getting close too. Fuck.
“Victor…!” Sensing his urgency, the older man moved his hand to grab Yuuri’s length, pumping him with hard thrusts.
“Come for me, baby.” Victor ordered and Yuuri obeyed, quickly releasing himself all over his stomach and Victor’s hands. White pleasure blinded him temporarily—his whole body trembled involuntarily and his mouth fell open while the aftermath of the orgasm washed over him. Victor used the opportunity to stick him tongue in Yuuri’s mouth.
He thrust a few more times into the student, hard and needy, gripping Yuuri’s hips under him like his life depended on it. Victor moaned into a sloppy kiss and finally released himself inside the younger man.
Victor’s breath was ragged like Yuuri’s. He touched their foreheads together, staying still for a couple of minutes. Their gasps intertwined with the proximity. Yuuri could feel the heat of Victor’s body. He wished the moment could have lasted longer.
Soon Victor was rolling off him, resting his head on the pillow next to Yuuri.
Yuuri hated that moment the most—the awkward post-bliss chitchat. Victor probably wanted him gone fast, but he was always so embarrassed to move. What should he say? Good fuck, see ya?
It was sad that he could be this uncomfortable with the person who had made him feel the most confortable in the past.
“Uhm… I-I…” Yuuri started a sentence he wasn’t sure how to finish. He stared at the celling looking for intelligible words.
Before he could continue his ramble, Victor turned to his side and latched his body to Yuuri’s side, hand falling on his chest and slightly massaging the skin of Yuuri’s stomach with small circles. His silver hair fell on Yuuri’s shoulder as he kissed the student’s collarbone.
“You should stay,” Victor said so softly that Yuuri wondered if he was imagining it. His heart jumped at the words, his mouth became dry. Part of him screamed yes, that’s all you want Yuuri, but the more rational side of him said no, that’s a terrible idea.
Yuuri knew he would easily misinterpret what staying over meant. Victor probably just wanted to fuck again in the morning. But the student’s fragile and naïve heart would mistake it for a chance of getting back together.
He couldn’t let Victor Nikiforov break his heart. Not again.
Gathering all the force in his being, Yuuri propped himself on his elbows, breaking the intimate touch of Victor’s skin. He stared down at his ex and tried to look as serious as possible, hoping the slight tremor in his voice wouldn’t give away his reluctance to leave.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Victor. And I don’t think we should do this again,” Yuuri stated as firmly as he could.
Victor looked hurt for a second. But Yuuri might have imagined it. The older man’s face soon looked impassive and distant.
“As you wish, Yuuri,” he answered simply.
“I-I should… Get going now,” Yuuri blushed and stammered. For some reason he felt his stomach drop. What was he expecting—Victor to stop him? Really?
“Yeah, you should.”
Yuuri felt tears burning in the corners of his eyes. He needed to get out of there fast. The last thing he wanted was for Victor to see him break down about this silly late night escapade.
He turned his back to Victor and quickly got dressed. Victor’s icy cold gaze never left him. Despite putting his glasses and clothes back on, he felt more naked by the minute. Yuuri’s eyes burned and his hands trembled over his jean’s button.
As he left the bedroom door, Yuuri quickly glanced back, trying to gage if Victor was going to open the door for him to leave.
The stony stare he got back was enough of an answer for him
“S-see you,” Yuuri blurted out as he quickly as he could and strolled out of the familiar apartment, not waiting to hear back from Victor. He unlocked the older man’s door and left without looking back again. When he was safely out of the apartment, the student leaned against the wall, attempting to steady his breath and his thoughts. His heart ached. He felt like shit.
The black-haired man had to figure out how he was going to get home.
Suddenly he heard the sound of something shattering against the wall from inside Victor’s apartment, which startled Yuuri. What the fuck?
He decided a cab would have to do right now. He would think about money problems later. He just needed to leave that place.
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As soon as the cab pulled by his tiny apartment, the student rushed upstairs. He just wanted to be home.
He opened the door to the small living room. The scent of old books and ground coffee temporarily made him feel safe and calm.
But as soon as he stepped inside the small familiar space, Victor’s cum began to drip down his thigh. Yuuri felt like trash, and he broke down completely.
Phichit didn’t seem to be home yet; he was probably still partying up at the pub, thinking Yuuri had gone back early to get some much-needed sleep.
He let out a sob he was holding ever since he left Victor’s bed. Yuuri dropped to his knees, hands to his eyes as ugly tears fell in succession. He hiccupped and gasped and sobbed again. His knees trembled. He felt like dying. He was so dirty—fluids of the man who broke him still gushing out of his body.
He gripped his shirt in an attempt to calm himself, but nothing seemed to help his state of hopelessness. He felt so out of air, like he was drowning in his sorrow. Tears kept rolling and rolling down his cheeks. Yuuri grunted in frustration and slammed his fist against the wood floor. Why did he let it affect him so much?
The student trundled to the floor and crunched up on himself, holding his knees and letting more sniffles fall out of his mouth.
At least out of the public eye, and out of Victor’s sight, he could be as pitiful as he needed. He could cry and yell without anyone caring or looking down on him. He rocked his body and let the sadness take over. He just needed to let himself feel.
It seemed like hours before he realized he had stopped crying, his glasses sticky with tears. None of the other nights had felt this bad. There was something about the way Victor asked him to stay that just broke him. How can someone make you feel so good and so awful at the same time?
Yuuri picked himself up and walked slowly to the bathroom. He discarded his clothes and decided he needed to throw them out, maybe even burn them.
He washed himself slowly, cleaning the last remains of Victor off his body. Tomorrow he would forget this ever happened.
After he finished showering and getting dressed, the student felt better. He lay on his bed and began to analyze his situation more rationally. Yuuri was not a pitiful being after all. He needed to get himself together.
And after much silent reflection, he decided three things.
First, he would tell Phichit everything in the morning. He needed his friend to help him get rid of this life-threatening addiction. Phichit wouldn’t judge him—he knew it. He might be pissed at first, but Yuuri was confident his best friend would only try to help him.
Second, he would delete Victor’s number and block him. Now that he knew Victor could actually send texts, it wasn’t safe to have him on his phone. Yuuri needed to get rid of him for good. It would be hard, but it was just a press of buttons. Yuuri could do it.
Third, he would forget all about Victor and never think about the man again. Yuuri was a 23-year-old mature adult. He could easily forget an ex boyfriend if he wanted to.
It was decided, he would never think about the silver-haired man again, and he would never meet with Victor again. Ever.
Except he did.
Fuck.