There was nothing Yuuri would want more than to crawl back to his room and hide. He had broken his own on-time record at the worst possible time for what he always had thought as the cliché reason: overslept. But to justify himself, he would say that one, he was really emotionally tired, second, dozing off while being hugged by Victor was so comfortable – too comfortable – that he felt like he did not want to wake up, and third, Victor didn't even bother waking up because "You're so cute when you're sleeping" reason that in the end still made him blushed beet red.

"You don't have to worry. My parents don't really mind late dinner. I've informed them over the phone," Victor winked as he caressed Yuuri's hand as they walked into the restaurant from the parking lot. It was a fancy traditional restaurant that Yuuri had heard of but never dare to step foot inside. And thank God that the Russian had done a good job for making him presentable for such venue – Yuuri still think that Victor overdid it a little for spoiling him with yet another Armani suit).

"And they completely adore you," Victor reassured him again – although it actually had a reverse effect of him feeling even guiltier for waking up late for such an important appointment.

The manager of the restaurant seemed to have been waiting for their – or more like Victor's – arrival. He personally ushered them to the VVIP room and Yuuri kept it inside his head guessing how much Victor had spent for the dinner.

Inside, Yuuri was welcomed by a beautiful and elegant looking lady dolled up in fashionable outfit and simple jewelries. She was beautiful, with her blonde hair styled in a modern bob cut, clear blue eyes and the same heart-shaped smile as Victor. Beside her was a professional looking man – Yuuri had to admit he was a little overwhelmed with the aura- in a suit that he thought must be at least the same, or even more expensive than the one Victor's wear. His silver hair was styled in an undercut, and a warm blue eyes decorating his face.

"Oh, Vitya! And you must be Yuuri!" the woman said cheerfully as she stood up. The man, on the other hand, stay seated but smiled warmly towards them. "I'm Anastasia, and this is my husband, Evgeni. We've heard a lot about you. I'm glad to actually meet you in person! You're so-so-so-so-so-soooooo cute!" she said as she casually pulled Yuuri into a tight hug.

Gone has the elegant side that Yuuri thought of and that made him unsure of what to do because Victor for sure wouldn't be helping as he chuckled seeing Yuuri being 'crushed' by his mother.

"Love, I understand your excitement, but you should let go of the poor boy. You're crushing him," Evgeni finally said. "Come on, we're here to have dinner."

Anastasia pouted. "But he's just too adorable!"

"I know, I know, мама, but you need to let him go for us to start eating," Victor said as Yuuri felt the Russian's hand on the small of his back. It was all Anastasia needed to reluctantly let Yuuri go. Instead, it turned to an adoration for him and Victor.

"Awww, you guys are so sweet. Okay, okay, мама understand that you want to keep your boyfriend to yourself, Vitya," she smiled as bright as sunshine. Yuuri blushed from that.

The family plus Yuuri sat down before the manager came inside the room and brought various Japanese dishes that Yuuri swore he wouldn't eat casually as dinner unless he earned at least a thousand dollar per day. And the truth was he felt Victor's parents ordered a little too much food for the four of them.

"Ah, I guess this is a little too much for four? Darling? I'm going to count on you to finish those plates," Anastasia smiled.

"No fair, Love. You ate more than me and you still couldn't get any chubbier than this. God knows how many women were gritting their teeth in envy when they knew," Evgeni replied with the same fondness, brushing Anastasia's cheeks with his thumb. It reminded Yuuri of their parents back in Hasetsu – always loving and caring towards each other – just this one was more romantic, he would say.

"No wonder Yuratchka always scowled whenever he told me about going out with you guys," Victor chuckled. "He always said that if PDA kills, you guys would be the one with most victims on your hands."

"Well, apparently Yuratchka also called me to tell that you might rival me, son," Anastasia teased back as she playfully glanced at Victor's hand in twine with his.

Victor hummed as Yuuri blushed. He wondered if his cheeks could get any hotter than that. And much thanks for the rescue when Evgeni finally said, "We should start eating."

"вкусно(Vkusno/Delicious)!" Anastasia and Victor said it together as they took a bite to their first piece of meat while Evgeni only hummed in appreciation. Yuuri also almost groaned in appreciation for it really was that good as he felt the juicy meat melted inside his mouth. And his worry about ordering too much was unnecessary after all. They had finished their entire meal, and much to Yuuri surprise, Anastasia was really the one that ate the most.

She only laughed when Yuuri looked at her in disbelief. "Sorry, I rarely eat that much in front of others, especially business partners, but since you're- well, a family, I figured I should just let loose."

A family. Yuuri smiled at the thought. He barely met them – heck, he just met them for two hours at most and she called him family. It was amazing how fast they had accepted him as their son's boyfriend considering he was a nobody.

"No, Mrs. Nikiforov, it's okay-" and it horrified Yuuri that he had not introduced himself properly to Victor's parents. How rude of him. "Um, it's a little late but, Mr. and Mrs. Nikiforov, my name is Yuuri Katsuki and- um, Victor had taken such a great care of me these few days and.. thank you for having me here," he finally ended his sentence awkwardly with an awkward bow. Did that even make sense?

He was met with silence.

And then a laughter. Victor laughed hysterically at his attempt to please his.. what? Future in-laws? Lover's parents? Yuuri wasn't sure. But he couldn't help but pouted at Victor's reaction. While at that, he noticed that Evgeni was staring at Victor, amused, while the mother gaped in shock. Yuuri didn't know what to think about that.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, Pft—Ahahahaha," Victor continued his laugh after looking at Yuuri's pout. "I'm glad we rented a private room, Бог (God), you're- it's been a while since I laughed this much."

He wanted to protest to the silver haired Russian when Anastasia suddenly stood and crushed him in a hug, again.

"божество (another version of saying God). Спасибо (Spasibo/Thank you), Yuuri! Спасибо!" she muttered as she hugged him, looking so frail that Yuuri couldn't help but hugged her back. "What have you done to him- Vitya- You're amazing, Yuuri! Thank you!"

Yuuri could only smiled in confusion for he didn't know what he had done to deserve such a heartfelt thanks. After a while Anastasia turned to Victor – who were still laughing while holding his stomach – and crush her son in another hug.

"Я так рад за вас (I'm so happy for you)! Vitya! вы не так смеялись годами, Vitya (You have not laughed like this in years, Vitya)! Не позволяйте ему идти (Don't let him go). Он хорош для вас (He is good for you). Заботиться о нем (Take care of him)." Yuuri heard her muttered sentence after sentence in Russian after each sob. Yuuri didn't know whether it was something good, or something bad, but looking at how Victor tenderly looked at him as his mother whispered to him, he took it as a good sign.

"Да, я буду, мама (Yes, I will, mother)," he heard Victor replied in Russian. "But you have to get off me before you're crushing me," Victor finally said in English.

"Excuse you, my son, I weighted only 48kg, so in that sense, there is no way that I'm crushing you," Anastasia pouted after reluctantly let go of her son. "But I'm so so so happy for you!"

"I'm happy, too," Victor replied, blue eyes never leaving his as he spoke the words.

They walked hand in hand back towards Victor's place. Home, he thought. Home is where Victor is.

"I can't believe that I finally got to introduce someone to my parents," Victor chuckled as he tapped his card inside the elevator. Anastasia and Evgeni had invited them into their room, enjoying wine and chattering up all night. By the time they retreated back to the penthouse, it was almost midnight.

A ding was heard soon after, revealing the exquisite interior Yuuri had almost gotten used to for the past few days.

"No past lover?" Yuuri asked curiously when they went inside the room to change – he had agreed to indulge Victor by wearing his clothes, which was a little big for him, but worked just fine since he always loved wearing oversized clothes at home – and after, sit on the couch. He wanted to take a bath but he figured that a conversation with Victor was more important.

He wanted to know everything about the Russian.

"None that meant so much for me," Victor replied after a hum, making Yuuri blushed. Does that mean I meant so much for him? He kept his thought inside.

"You see, before, everything was.. a fling. I'm not interested in finding anyone. I was young, yes, and reckless. I could fuck anyone I wanted, so why not? But as I continuously did that.. a part of me- well- I got lost," Yuuri noticed the solemn look in Victor's eyes before the Russian continued. "At the same rate it gave me pleasure, it deprived me of love. In the end, I felt like an empty shell. I made my parents worried, made my best friend - Chris worried, even my brother."

Yuuri hummed as he listened, letting Victor lay his head on his lap as he gently stroke the silver locks, urging him to continue.

"That's why my mother wanted me to find someone, she introduced me to various girls, all which I didn't take interest in, and ended up with me letting my mother do whatever she thought was best for me. And so, Anya happened. But you-," Victor paused.

Yuuri gazed deep into the blue orbs, probably the most beautiful one he had ever seen. He felt Victor reached for his hand, interlacing their finger together before bringing them to his mouth, kissing Yuuri's knuckle gently. Yuuri shivered at the touch of soft lips on his hand.

"You're so different, Yuuri. You make me feel something here," Victor moved their hand to his chest – his heart. "I'm not sure what it is. It's barely a week, but- I feel like I've known you forever. I wanted to- I want to be with you like this. Will you stay close to me, Yuuri?"

He felt tears slipped up and sliding down his cheeks. He saw a blurry Victor reached out his hand and he felt the soft caress of those slender fingers on his face, wiping away the tears. He wasn't sure why he was crying – whether it was Victor asking him that way, or because it was something he had been wanting for months, unable to move on from Victor, and it felt like a dream come true to the point that he was starting to be afraid that it was all an illusion.

"You're ruining your pretty face like this." Victor's voice was soft and gentle and soothing and everything Yuuri wanted. Victor was perfect. Before he knew it, the Russian had gotten up and enveloped him in a warm embrace. "Don't cry. It's okay if you didn't want to," he said.

"Yes," it took all he had to say the word, but it came out as a barely audible whisper.

"What?" Victor asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, I'll stay close to you. For as long as you'll have me," Yuuri finally voiced his intention.

Victor smiled as he decreased their distance, slowly capturing his lips. Yuuri felt the touch of the Russian man on his, smelling the wine that he just drunk. It was romantic. It felt good. It made him wanted to soar. It was perfect. But Yuuri knew they both wanted more.

Yuuri gripped the sleeve of Victor's sweater a little tighter before letting himself did the unthinkable – at least something he had never done, or maybe it was the wine he drunk that made him a little braver. Yuuri pulled back just a little to give him room to lick Victor's lips with his tongue. He felt Victor tensed and it was all he needed to pull back. Was I wrong? Was it too fast? Did I just destroy the mood? He wasn't sure what to make on those blue orbs staring at him wide.

"I-I'm sorry, I-," he stuttered on his words, a little embarrassed of his bold action. Victor had always been the one to initiate, but he just thought that-

"Can I?" Victor asked, breathless.

"Huh?"

"Kiss you like that? Again?"

"Yes," he answered.

Victor didn't wait. Yuuri felt Victor's lips on his as he kissed him again, slowly regaining the pace. He felt his hands on his waist, silently motioning Yuuri to lay on the couch – which luckily was big enough for him to actually sleep on it – before a nudge on his lips caught his attention, seeking permission to wander inside.

Yuuri parted his lips a little, allowing access, and it was all Victor needed to invite Yuuri's to dance around with his.

The kiss was needy. It was wet and hot. It was breathtaking.

The two had to part a little to catch their breath.

"Wow," Victor was the first to break the ice. "That was.."

"Amazing," he finished for the older man.

"Yeah," Victor said, still breathless.

"… More," he mumbled.

"Sorry?"

"I want more," he finally said, trying to hide his face in between his palms, feeling the burn on his cheeks. Good thing he didn't wear his glasses so he could completely hide his face.

"More of the kiss?" Victor chuckled as he felt his hair being caressed lovingly by the Russian. "I'd like more kisses."

"Iwantyoutocontinueyesterday," he blurted it out as fast as he could, afraid that he would chickened out of it took too long.

"Are you sure? I don't want to rush you if you are not ready." Victor hesitated. "You cried.. yesterday. Panic attack too."

"Um- I.. was afraid that you'll see me as ugly.. I got a scar. Um- here," he captured Victor's hand in his before letting Victor touch it over the clothes. "It- it wasn't- I think- I won't be good to see when we.. did it."

"Oh, Yuuri, I know about the scar. And you aren't less beautiful because of that."

"You knew?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, I practically saw you almost naked when I brought you here that time," Victor smiled sheepishly.

"True.."

"Do you still want to continue?" The Russian offered. Yuuri could only reply with a nod, which was replied with a smile as Victor stood up and made Yuuri yelped as strong arms picked him up and carried him towards the room. "If we were to make love, I'd like it to happen on the bed. Our bed."

Yuuri blushed at the words.

"Besides we need lube and condoms, and those are.. in our bedroom," Victor continued, making Yuuri playfully smack his hands as they giggled together.

"Here comes the bed, sunshine," Victor let Yuuri down on the bed gently before moving on top of him. Yuuri blushed from the closeness and also from the nickname Victor gave him. It just felt so precious to be called like that by someone you love.

"Um, mind if I ask you something?" Yuuri shyly asked.

"You can ask me anything, Yuuri."

"The.. things, you are.. prepared?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Just figured out we would eventually reach that step, just in case, which might happen today, but I'm willing to wait. You are more important. If you aren't ready, or if you want me to stop, let me know anytime and I'll stop. I won't think less of you. I respect you as my partner," Victor said it in a serious way, one that made Yuuri felt warmth from being treasured.

The words felt so sincere that Yuuri almost cried. But instead, he reached out to the Russian, letting his hands wander at the silver locks, guiding him down to continue the kiss. Their kiss.

Victor eagerly comply with the silent request, steadying the pace, not too fast, not too slow. They both knew they wanted to enjoy it. The feel of each other's lips, the taste of each other's tongue, the scent they could inhale as they closed their distance, and for Victor, the feel of Yuuri's hands caressing and lightly pulling the silver locks of his hair. He had never expected to like such a simple thing until Yuuri did it.

Yuuri whined when Victor pulled back a little, only to release soft moans as Victor worked the kiss to his cheek, ear and down to his neck. It felt good. It felt so good to be touched by Victor, and he knew he wanted more. He tugged the hemline of Victor's sweater, silently requesting the next step, which Victor, thankfully, noticed.

"May I?" the Russian requested permission as he slipped his fingers under the hemline of the sweater. "I like seeing you in my clothes, but I'd love to see you without them too."

Yuuri nodded as he arched his back a little, easing Victor to take off the sweater and T-shirt and the same time, leaving Yuuri topless, and shy.

"God, you're so beautiful." He couldn't missed the mesmerized look on Victor's eyes, like Victor was so ready to worship him, like he would be given all the love despite the fact that the Russian had yet to say the words. But Yuuri could feel it. And he wanted to give himself in return.

"You're the beautiful one, Victor," Yuuri smiled tenderly.

"I'd have to argue with you about that. But for now, I want to enjoy us."

Us. I'd like that, too. Yuuri thought, smiling. He let his fingers wander around and tugged the hemline again to silently ask for permission. "When I'm like this, I feel like you're wearing too much clothes, Victor."

Victor watched him with amused eyes, but didn't complain as Yuuri deprive him of the sweater eagerly. As they both laid back in bed, the skin to skin contact was leaving Yuuri burned with desire. How can a man make me feel this much? He barely touched me.

He could see how well Victor had maintained his body. The Russian had probably took his sweet time in gym trying to get back in shape considering he didn't move a muscle during the two years. A few scars that Yuuri guessed was from the crash was apparent on his chest, a few on his arms. Nothing too deep, or wide, but it was there. He ghosted over each of them with his finger, slowly, as if he was afraid it would reopen the wound again.

"They're from the crash, if you're wondering. And they're healed. I'm all better," Victor said as if he could read his mind. Yuuri only smiled as he trailed over to the south, feeling Victor chiseled abs and gasped. Victor chuckled at that. "Like what you feel?"

Yuuri only hummed and nodded. He liked it that Victor was on top of him. He liked it like this.

Victor started again by kissing his lips, and slowly moved down to his neck, earning soft moans escaping his mouth. His eyes shut tight, focusing on each tender touch of lips on his body slowly moving to his stomach, leaving trails of burning desire that would definitely made him came undone later. It was sweet, it was.. Victor called this making love.

He felt the Russian paused for a while and smiled over his skin. "So this is the scar that made my boyfriend felt ugly. Bad scar. But you're part of him, so I like you," Victor whispered as he kissed over the scar, as if he wanted to wipe away all the bad memories Yuuri had about it. "So now you know I like your scar. Don't get too bothered about it, okay?" the Russian said as he looked at Yuuri in the eye.

Yuuri wanted to cry. He loved this man so bad, and he loved him even more for what he had just done. "I-I like yours as well. It's a part of you," he managed to say.

"Exactly," Victor said kissing his forehead tenderly.

Yuuri hugged the older man, letting his head rest on the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of expensive shampoo and soap that really suit him well. He, too, wanted to give Victor what he just got.

Slowly, he flipped Victor so he was on top of the Russian. He kissed Victor again, catching his lips briefly before moving to kiss all those scars covering his boyfriend's body. My boyfriend. It felt so unreal. "I'd hate to see you hurt. But these ones are okay, as long as nothing more added," Yuuri said and captured Victor's lips again with his.

It didn't take long until the kiss get heated, tongue entwined as their hands seeking to explore each other – hair, neck, chest, waist, hip, back, thigh, and occasionally it roamed at the cheeks of their asses - , and soft moans escaping each other's lips. And somehow, Yuuri found himself back on the bed with Victor on top of him.

"Can I mark you?" Victor asked huskily. And God, how Yuuri loved that voice. It made him think on the day he looked at himself on the mirror of Victor's bathroom the first time he was here, covered in kissmarks, and somehow, knowing Victor was the one that left him with those marks made him feel hot.

"Yes, God, yes, please." Yuuri said, loving the idea. "I'm all yours," he said again, breathless

Victor groaned but worked quickly. He felt the Russian's lips on his neck again, this time kissing and sucking the skin, making him feel more – feel good – as he moaned louder, his hands on Victor's locks, tugging them slightly, urging him to do more, to create more proves that Yuuri was his.

Yuuri felt his pants getting tighter as Victor worked through his chest, this time not missing his nipples and sucked one gently with his hand playing on the other. He swore he had never felt so good. Not even jerking off and reached orgasm by himself. It couldn't even be compared with how Victor made him feel. Made him desperate for more. And with Victor's bed and his smell encircling him, it didn't help at all.

"Victor-"

"Call me Vitya, sunshine," he murmured.

"Vi-Vitya," Yuuri knew he sounded desperate as he tried to catch his breath. "Pants. Off. Now," he said finally in between the moans, tugging at the waistband of Victor's sweatpants. "I need to- ah- feel you more, please." He knew it came like he was begging a god. But Victor is his god. He couldn't care less about being ashamed. He needed to feel him. All of him.

"God, Yuuri, you can be so impatient." Victor groaned, but gladly indulge Yuuri on his wish. "You, too," he said, freeing Yuuri from the restriction of the pants.

Yuuri blushed seeing the bulge forming on Victor's underwear, a wet patch had already formed showing how aroused the Russian was, although Yuuri was not in any better condition.

"You're a good boy, aren't you? Getting so hard for me like this," Victor smirked and God, Yuuri didn't know he loved dirty talks. Or maybe it was Victor that made it sound so sexy. Hell, Victor made everything sexy. "Do you want me to touch you, Yuuri, hm? Should I take you in my mouth?"

"Yes," Yuuri managed to say. "Please, Vitya."

"Please what?" Victor said huskily as he kissed Yuuri's from the underwear. "You need to tell me clearly, sunshine."

"P-Please –ah – touch me. I want you to take me in your mouth," Yuuri begged.

"Good boy," Victor smiled as he took the last article of clothing off, making Yuuri laid completely naked. He shuddered as Victor slowly sink his fingers on his thigh, as he licked Yuuri's shaft in an agonizingly slow motion. Yuuri could feel himself wanting to thrust his hip up but Victor's hands were restricting him. "Patience, Yuuri," the Russian said, his voice low enough to send shiver throughout Yuuri's body.

It seemed like Victor didn't want to tease him for too long as the older man started to take his length fully inside his mouth. It was warm and wet with saliva but it felt so damn good. Yuuri couldn't even control his moans anymore as he reached down to the silver locks again, tugging a little harder and earned a satisfied groan from Victor. Oh God.

Victor happily sucked his length as Yuuri caught a glimpse of Victor's head bobbing up and down on his crotch as he felt the tongue skillfully licked on the shaft as he did. It wasn't long until the motion made him came undone, cumming in Victor's mouth as he did, swearing inside his head that it indeed was the best orgasm ever. Victor made him see stars.

"God, I'm sorry I should've warned you- Victor! You don't have to drink it!" Yuuri squeaked as he watched Victor gulped down his- He blushed red.

"Well, I wanted to taste you," Victor grinned as he wiped his mouth with his hand.

"Can I?" Yuuri asked carefully, glancing at Victor through his eyelashes. "I.. sort of wanted to.. taste you, too."

"Well, you're always welcome. I'm all yours," Victor smiled as he laid on his back.

Yuuri gulped down nervously. "I- It's my first time doing this- that- if I didn't do this to you the last time. But I've never done this before, so.. I hope I won't disappoint you."

"You'll never disappoint me, sunshine. Take your time and trust your instinct," the Russian replied, caressing the raven locks.

Yuuri didn't wait to get rid of Victor's underwear, revealing what was beneath the piece of fabric on display with all its glory. Yuuri could feel his mouth watered as he licks his lips. He looked so good. He looked like he tasted good. God, I want him.

Yuuri worked slowly, tracing his fingers through the shaft, the head, and back down, taking his time to appreciate the part of perfect creation of God. He mimicked what Victor did to him, slowly licking the shaft from the bottom up until he reached the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum at the top. He was loving the taste as he played with the slit before licking it back down.

"That's it- ah, slowly. And be careful with your teeth when you take it in your mouth," Victor let out soft moans as he caressed Yuuri's cheek tenderly, as if telling him that he did good, that he made Victor felt good.

Feeling encouraged, Yuuri felt himself starting to slowly put Victor's inside his mouth and couldn't help but gagged a little as the tip reached the back of his throat. Victor was big. Too big but in a good way. He heard the Russian chuckled. "Take your time, you don't have to swallow it whole," he said. But he wouldn't be Yuuri without his stubbornness. Phichit has pointed out just how stubborn he could be, and he was about to prove the Thai man right.

As he felt he got used to the size, he started to pick up his pace, bobbing up and down just as how Victor had done it to him. He heard the Russian's breathing starting to get uneven as the grip in his hair tightened. Yuuri smirked, happy to know that he made his boyfriend felt good too. Continuing what he did, his hand started to reach down and massaged Victor's balls.

"Блядь (Fuck),Yuuri!" Victor cursed and he didn't expect a curse to sound so sexy. Yuuri couldn't be happier as the Russian started to become undone under his touch. "You're so good, Yuuri. I didn't know you-ah- had it in you like this. God. Yuuri- I'm close. Can I come inside your mouth, sunshine?" Victor asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

Yuuri didn't answer or stop his work on Victor's, instead he stole a glance up through his eyelashes and blinked as he silently allowed permission. He wanted to taste Victor after all. He didn't even slow down when he heard Victor's breath hitched and felt the muscle in his mouth tensed. He stopped only when Victor finally spilled a generous amount of cum inside his mouth, which he happily swallowed. A little salty, but more to the bitter side, although he didn't hate the taste. He gave Victor's one last good lick on the shaft before parting with it.

"Are you okay?" Victor immediately got up as soon as he caught his breath, brushing his cheeks lovingly as the clear blue orbs – now heavily lidded with lust – looked at him worriedly. "God- you- you're amazing, Yuuri."

Yuuri couldn't help but feel a little proud for the praise. "You tasted good, Victor," he purred, unconsciously licking his lips.

"You don't say those words and expect me to do nothing, right, Yuuri?" Victor said as Yuuri saw the beautiful blue orbs darkened. "It's really hard to hold myself back when you're being so sexy."

He blushed a little, but he felt really confident – Victor made him felt confident. "Please, do whatever you want to do to me. Surprise me, Vitya," he said.

Victor didn't wait another second before crashing their lips together, tasting each other's taste in their tongue. He moaned as Victor caressed his body, from his shoulders slowly down to his waist. He didn't even realize when Victor had positioned him on the bed with the Russian looming over him.

All he knew was that Victor made him felt good. Each caresses felt like a burn on his skin, a good one, that made him almost begged for him to be touched by those hands forever as their tongue entwined. He encircled one of his hand to the back of the Russian's neck while another slipped between the soft silver locks, urging his boyfriend to kiss him deeper, to mess him up good.

He whined when Victor broke their kiss, only to moan when the other lift one of his legs and started kissing it slowly, leaving no spot up to his thigh and started on another one. "V-Vitya- ah-" he gasped as he called the name, wanting to feel Victor inside him, a foreign feeling for him. But he had been wanting Victor for months, which felt like forever, so becoming one with the one he loved was of course becoming the top on his bucket lists. And he couldn't wait, so he tried to relieve himself by grasping his own length, wanting to feel friction as Victor seemed to enjoy worshipping his thigh.

"Naughty boy. Who allowed you to touch yourself, hmm, Yuuri?" Victor purred as he reached Yuuri again, kissing him gently.

"I- mm- I'm sorry," Yuuri said between his moans.

"You wanted me here?" Victor smiled as he asked the question. It was then that Yuuri felt a wet finger against his entrance. He didn't even realize when Victor had coated the long slender fingers with lube. "This hole right here has been twitching, trying to catch my attention so bad."

"Yes," Yuuri purred between their kisses. "Please, ah- please, Vitya!" he didn't even care if the pleas made him look miserable. He wanted the Russian so bad.

He felt himself tensed as the slender digit entered him slowly. It hurt a little at first, but as Victor relaxed him with more kisses, the pain quickly subsided. It was weird at first, since he never considered playing with his back while masturbating by himself – with photos of Victor, of course – but it wasn't bad as he got used to it. As he relaxed, he felt Victor entered the digit deeper, slowly, slowly, while continuing the wet and hot kisses.

"I'm going to enter another one, okay, Sunshine? I want to make sure you are thoroughly prepared, since- you know, I'm –," Victor couldn't finish as Yuuri dragged him down for another kiss.

"Yes- yes- do anything. I'm yours," Yuuri's voice barely a whisper but he couldn't help but moan as another digit entered him, slowly scissoring to open him up. And slowly Victor added another, and another, until his hole stretched out as the Russian constantly kissing him, or playing with his nipples – biting, kissing, sucking, anything – to make sure Yuuri felt pleasured, which proven with moans escaping his lips and tugs on the silver locks.

It felt like forever until Victor finally take out his fingers – Yuuri had come twice when Victor was prepping him - to reach for the lube again, coating the condom covered member with a generous amount of it. "I really hope that I prepared you enough to take mine," Victor said, but Yuuri could see that the blue orbs looking at him as if they were looking at his prey. And Yuuri wanted nothing more than being eaten by the perfect creature he saw.

"Just fuck me, please. You took your sweet time and I'm frustrated here," he said.

"How do you want it, Sunshine?" Victor purred as he asked the question.

"Anything you want- ah," a moan escaped his lips again as Victor started kissing his neck again. "Mm – I want to do it facing you."

"Okay," Victor said as he made more marks on Yuuri's neck. "Okay."

He bit his lips nervously as he felt the head touching his entrance, but he wanted to trust Victor in this. "Relax for me, Yuuri," Victor's voice was low but gentle as his hand caressed his hip with a soothing circular motion.

He bit back the scream when Victor finally pushed the head in, and it came out as a muffled painful sound instead as tears started to came out from his eyes.

"Ssh, shh, you take me so well. Thank you, Yuuri. For this, for trusting me," Victor kissed him gently, not moving his hips, waiting for him to get used to it. "Take your time, Sunshine."

Yuuri nodded. "You can move, deeper," he said. "I want to feel you, please."

Victor kissed him again as he pushed deeper, pausing once in a while to make sure Yuuri wasn't in any pain, slowly until he is fully sheathed inside. He wasn't one to care for his sex partner in the past, but Yuuri wasn't just anyone. He wanted to cherish the man, to treasure him, and he was grateful that the raven trusted him so much for this.

"How do you feel?" It was a weird question to ask, but Yuuri could feel the genuine concern in the Russian's voice.

"Full. In a good way. You're so big, and- Ah, God! You're getting bigger?" he looked at the Russian in a disbelief.

Victor chuckled. "I'm sorry, what do you expect when you sound so sexy? I was afraid of hurting you just now." The worry had finally subsided from his face.

"Um," Yuuri blushed. "Aren't you supposed to be.. moving?"

"You're still so tight, Yuuri," Victor said as he playfully move his hips a little to nudge Yuuri, and a loud moan escaped from the raven's lips again. "So good for me, aren't you? You take me so well," Victor gently caressed the raven locks as he kissed his forehead. "But you need to get used to it first. I'm not sure I can stop once I started, since you're just so irresistible."

"Smooth talker," Yuuri rolled his eyes, but still very happy from the care that Victor gave him. He really felt treasured and cherished, but he wanted nothing more than to feel Victor inside him, to make Victor moan just like how he had been under Victor's touch.

So, when he felt like he was ready, he surprised Victor by bucking his hips upward, as if he could take Victor's length deeper than he already had. He was rewarded by wide eyes staring at him before turning dangerous – just the way he like it.

"Just so you know, I really won't stop even if you asked me. It's silly that we barely know each other for a week, but I really, really, want you to be mine," Victor warned, his voice low and sexy, making Yuuri's body shiver with anticipation and unconsciously clenching against Victor's length and Victor cursed when he did that.

"I'm yours, Vitya. I've always been yours. Besides, I want to feel you, inside me. And I want to pleasure you as well. I want you to feel good."

"Trust me, Yuuri. You're making me feel really good," Victor said as he started to move his hips slowly, gently taking it out before ramming it back, harder and harder each time as Yuuri's moans rhymed with each thrust.

And when Victor finally rammed it hard, finally hitting his prostate, Yuuri screamed as he saw stars. "Hmm," Victor purred. "You. Like. It. Here. Huh?" he said, paused at each word as he rammed it deep and hard, hitting the right spot each time.

"Yes! Oh, God! Vitya, yes, Vitya, Vi- Ah," Yuuri chanted the name like a prayer. The pain has fully turned into pleasure as Victor kept on hitting the right spot.

"Fuck! You're so good, Yuuri. You felt so good, swallowing me so deep. You're the best," Victor's words barely a whisper against Yuuri's scream. He never knew he would be so vocal during sex, but alas he was glad that they were inside Victor's penthouse, only both of them at the top floor of the luxurious hotel, which hopefully was completely soundproof from anyone living at a floor below them. And thank God because Victor's parents weren't staying there.

Yuuri felt the familiar sensation inside his stomach, but he couldn't- wouldn't want to come alone. "Victor- Vitya, I'm close, close- please, I want to come with you!" He begged as he grabbed Victor's arms.

"Yes, Yuuri, yes. I'm close," Victor said as he thrust in faster and deeper.

It took a few more good thrusts for Yuuri to come, and another few more for Victor, both moaning each other's name as they find their release before Victor pulled out – much to Yuuri's dismay – and got rid of the condom.

He whimpered. But before Yuuri could voice his protest, Victor hugged him tight. "Victor?"

Victor only hummed. "You're mine," he whispered.

"I'm yours," he agreed.

"And I'm yours," he breathed again. "I've never felt like this before."

"Like..?"

"Happy. Grateful. I swear I'm going to cherish you, Sunshine. I really want to shower you with all the love I could give you. You.. make me feel so much."

Yuuri felt his eyes started to water. It sounds like a marriage proposal. He thought. "Thank you," he said. His voice barely audible, but he knew Victor could hear him.

"No, Yuuri. Thank you. Thank you for coming to my life."

A/N

And, chapter 27 is up!

Special thanks to LunaScreech-Owl, thank you for your review! It made me remember to update here HAHAHA

Okay, I'll present you chapter 28 as soon as its done, but for now I'll be recovering first.

I'm down with some fever and cold. X.X

The weather has been bad in Indonesia, sometimes its getting hot, then rain, then hot again. Im dying X.X

Any of you are Indonesian? xDDD

Let me know what you think of the long awaited chapters!

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