"For the dance." He murmured, Yuuri almost thought he saw him blush as he walked away, leaving the club.
...
Yuuri got ready to leave for the night. He changed and began sorting through his tips. The rolled up cash from Victor skidded across the floor as it fell out of his grip. When he grabbed it, he noticed a suspicious stiffness to it. He unrolled it, revealing a business card that read "Victor Nikiforov". It had a phone number and email address on it. On the back, a hurried scribble read, "AC Hotel Times Square, room 401".
Yuuri chewed on his lip. Pondering the invitation. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to go.
He finished changing and placed his glasses back on his nose. It was a typical November weather. Large, fluffy snowflakes floated around before melting on the ground and the air was crisp. He pulled his coat closer as he walked to the hotel, which thankfully was nearby. He didn't bother calling the number. He wasn't sure how this was going to go and wanted to have an out if he didn't want to see him again. He did however, text Minako.
Meeting someone at AC hotel, don't judge me. 401 is the room number, in case I get murdered or something.
Sent at 2:43 AM
Then he shut off his phone and stuffed it in his bag. He didn't want to wait for her reply.
He arrived at the hotel and raced up the stairs. His cheeks and nose burned from the cold, droplets of melted snow on his glasses. His heart pattered quickly in his chest. He knocked.
Oh god. Oh God.
The door opened within seconds of him knocking. Victor stood at the door, eyes wide and his chest bare. He looked surprised but took a step aside to let Yuuri into the room. Yuuri stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do. Victor shut the door slowly, clicking it shut, refusing to breaking eye contact.
"You came." He murmured. Yuuri nodded, taking a step towards him. Yuuri took his glasses off and set them on a shelf nearby. His hand came up to meet Victor's chest. Yuuri admired his slim, muscular waist with his fingertips as they traced up and down his sculpted stomach. Yuuri blushed as he eyed Victor's hips, admiring how they formed a sharp V leading downwards...
Victor leaned down, pulling Yuuri's mouth to his. Yuuri's arms wrapped around the taller man's neck, sliding his hands through the back of his surprisingly soft hair. It was gentle, at first. Victor's lips brushed softly against Yuuri's lips before dragging softly across his cheek and down his neck. Yuuri groaned with sudden desperation. He didn't want gentle. He wanted now. Gripping the back of Victor's hair, he pulled his head back up to Yuuri's so he could kiss him again with vigor.
They kissed desperately, clinging to each other like a life line in the middle of the ocean. Victor placed kisses and gentle nips all up and down Yuuri's neck, sucking on the skin expertly. Yuuri moved to remove his own shirt. Victor's firm but gentle hands nudged his out of the way.
Victor fumbled with the buttons on Yuuri's shirt as he led him backwards, towards the hotel bed. Victor mumbled something in Russian that Yuuri didn't understand, as he gave up on Yuuri's difficult shirt. Instead, he gripped underneath Yuuri's thighs and lifted him off the ground, tossing him onto the bed.
Yuuri gasped with surprise, his eyes wide, as he bounced a little from the impact on the mattress. Yuuri propped himself up on his elbows, the top of his chest peeking out from his half opened shirt. Victor shucked off his pants before crawling over Yuuri, his knees on either side of Yuuri's hips.
As expected, Victor's dick was as beautiful as the rest of him. It was definitely longer and wider than his own, which was a solid 7 inches. Yuuri licked his lips as he eyed Victor up, noticing his slight upward curve. The head was a deep shade of pink that bobbed up and down as he grasped the sides of Yuuri's shirt and yanked it open, sending buttons flying across the floor. Yuuri should have been annoyed, as it was a newer shirt but Victor leaned down to plant kissing down Yuuri's neck and chest, sending him back into a panting, moaning frenzy, forgetting all about the shirt.
He kissed all over Yuuri's chest and stomach, his hips ground and jerked against Victor hungrily. Yuuri needed him; that thought in itself was terrifying.
A small part of his brain still reminded him that it wasn't too late to stop. To put his clothes back on, walk out the door, and act like it never happened. But every touch on Yuuri's skin just reaffirmed that this was going to happen and he wanted nothing more.
Victor hooked his fingers around the waistband of Yuuri's pants, who obliged by lifting his hips up off the bed while Victor slid them off. The Russian's breath hitched as Yuuri's cock sprang free. He got off the bed to finish yanking Yuuri's pants off around his ankles before walking to the side of the bed slowly, dragging his fingers against the sheet as he went. He stared at Yuuri, unblinking.
Yuuri sat up, his torn shirt slid off of one of his shoulders. He knew he must look a mess, torn shirt, his hair slick with sweat, swollen and red lips... but he was comforted by Victor's matched appearance. He was still beautiful, even with his hair sticking out in crazy directions and his lips a pouty pink that twitched into a half smile as he leaned forward to latch his teeth onto Yuuri's nipple.
"Ahhh!" He squirmed and cried out. "Fuck!"
The Russian chuckled heartily as he soothed the wound with gentle licks and kisses. He pushed the remaining shirt back off Yuuri's shoulder, slipping it off onto the floor, finally rendering Yuuri as naked as him.
Victor reached down, grasping Yuuri's pulsing dick as they sat facing each other. Yuuri shuddered at the warm touch as he sank down onto the bed. Victor's expert hands quickly had Yuuri writhing on the bed, his arm stuffed in his mouth to stifle the horribly lewd sounds that threatened to come out.
Yuuri felt the mattress shift slightly as Victor leaned over to the bedside table. He rummaged for a moment before setting a small bottle and familiar square package on the surface.
Yuuri's chest clenched with uncertainty. You can still leave. You can tell him no. But those voices were quickly silenced as Victor grabbed the arm that was blocking Yuuri's mouth and face, raising it above his head alongside his other hand. Yuuri purred internally as Victor transferred both of Yuuri's wrists into one hand, holding him down as he reached for the small bottle.
Victor paused, leaning in only a hairsbreadth between their lips.
"This is okay?"
Yuuri felt his heart rapidly pounding in his chest as he nodded slowly. No turning back now.
He released Yuuri's wrists to spread some of the gel onto his fingers. With his other hand, he resumed rubbing Yuuri's dick slowly. His other hand nudged Yuur's thigh. Yuuri spread his legs to allow the man to lightly touch his entrance.
He shuddered with anticipation. Victor didn't make him wait long. He pressed gently against Yuuri's ass, a moment of resistance before Victor's finger slid in.
The finger in his ass felt strange and uncomfortable but not unpleasant. Victor slowly pushed it in further, curling it to press against Yuuri's prostate, sending a jolting pleasure through his body. Yuuri's hand flew over his mouth a moment too late as a loud, gasping moan escaped his lips.
Victor's free hand reached up to remove his hand from his mouth, repositioning it above his head again as he snatched his other wrist up. His grasp was gentle, but when Yuuri pushed against the man's hand to test the hold, he found that his grasp while gentle, was also very strong.
"Ahhh..." He tried to stifle his lewd noises into his shoulder. Victor pulled his fingers back so he could add a second.
"Does this feel okay?" Victor's voice low and thick with accent as it curled around the words.
"Uh huh." Yuuri gasped as his back arched. He nodded frantically. "Yeah. It's good. It's really good."
Victor hummed in approval as he stretched Yuuri out slowly. His body slowly became accustomed to the fingers that scissored inside him. The man reduced Yuuri to a writhing, panting, mewling mess. It wasn't long before Yuuri was pressing back against Victor's hand eagerly, begging for sweet release. Victor released Yuuri's wrists and reached over to grab the little square packet, tearing it open with his teeth, before positioning himself between Yuuri's quivering legs.
There was a moment of pressure as Victor pressed against Yuuri's ring of muscles but they soon gave way, allowing him to enter slowly. Yuuri let out an embarrassing groan as he grabbed Victor's thighs tightly. His mouth still open, frozen in a silent gasp as he threw his head back into the pillow. The feeling was so intense, he felt like he couldn't breathe. The other man stilled his movements once he was inside, allowing Yuuri's body time to adjust.
Victor's large, gentle hands ran up and down Yuuri's sides soothingly. He pushed impossibly deeper inside Yuuri until he felt Victor's hips nestle against his ass. Victor rubbed small circles with his thumbs on Yuuri's hips. It was comforting. Yuuri wriggled against Victor, eliciting a small groan.
