I'm back! I'm going to wrap this up now, since it is only two chapters. It's no use of making you all wait so long for something so short (yes, I'm being considerate like that). Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the last chapter!

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"Yuuri, wait! Do you even know what you're doing?" Viktor knew after Yuuri started sucking, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. The hints were blatant and it was transparent of what they both wanted. —Each other.

Viktor's heart pumped faster, the arousal in seeing this lewd Yuuri on top of him, driving him near certain madness.

Despite Viktor's warning, Yuuri swallowed the tip, the warmth of his mouth enveloping Viktor's erection. Whether it was the view, or the feeling, he wasn't sure what made it feel so damn good. Whatever Yuuri was doing, he didn't want it to stop—and the passive moans coming from his mouth expressed that. Yuuri's tongue lolled around the tip, occasionally extending to the base. He bobbed his head up and down; skillfully, for someone who's never done this before. Viktor was shocked at how much pleasure he was feeling from this. There was no denying that Yuuri had him hooked.

"Nngh! Agh… Yu-Yuuri!"

The blonde led a shaky hand to the dark-haired man's head, balancing it there. His own dipped back as the pleasure grew in intensity. His legs gave in, a tingling sensation creeping up his back and through his hips. Oh, if he could feel this every day. The sensation was amazing. He couldn't fight the tongue that so effortlessly rendered him helpless. There were a few grazes with his teeth here and there, but the pleasure overrode the pain, making Viktor unable to decipher the difference.

Yuuri moaned to the feeling of Viktor deep in his mouth, enjoying every bit of what he was doing; even if he was doing it unconsciously. He couldn't help but indulge himself, cheeks filled to the brim, and still not stopping there. His throat tightened around Viktor's tip, the older man groaning huskily from above.

"Mmph! Mmnah," Yuuri cooed over Viktor's erection, licking and sucking, as if he'd never get it again. So much desperation laced behind that cute exterior, Viktor never would've thought that this would be the result of releasing it.

Viktor looked up for one moment, and his eyes met with the man below. He was beautiful—gorgeous, intimate. His chestnut orbs hungered for this, face full of delight. Viktor's erection pulsed at the display. –Taking that hand that was placed on Yuuri's bobbing head, and pushing it down, feeling all Yuuri's mouth touch him. Everywhere. His sanity was slipping, faster than he could remain aware of what was happening. He felt it in his very being, the sensational feeling of his mouth. Viktor couldn't hold out for long; but he didn't want to release himself yet.

The older man pulls Yuuri's hair to remove him, shortly after, forcefully pinning him to the bed. This displeasure clear; the younger man, upset that he had to stop. Viktor kissed the lips that just tasted him, shoving his tongue deep inside. The other man squealed in bliss, knowing Viktor was on top, and taking control.

Viktor let go for a moment, a strand of saliva connecting the two men. The blonde quickly removed Yuuri's boxers, that were already sopping from his precum. The erection bounced lively, showing its full vigor to the older man. He proceeded to do the same thing to Yuuri—licking every part, slowly and sensually. Yuuri, lost in the euphoria, cried out loudly to Viktor—writhing and kicking to everything he felt.

"Aah! Ahh, Vi-Viktor!"

The blonde veers to Yuuri's nipples that now stand firm. He barely places the tip of tongue there, before the other man shivers violently to the extraordinary feeling. Yuuri twitches, every time Viktor would move, he would lose more of his grip. The erection, also, jerked at the feeling; the tip swelling up crimson from his nipples alone.

"Mmngh! Ooh, th-there... Vi-Viktor, there!"

"—Where Yuuri? You seem to know where everything else is; so, tell me where you feel it."

Yuuri blushed, knowing that Viktor asked him to do something that, even in a drunken state, proved impossible to do. Being that honest about his pleasure, still, was embarrassing. Viktor was unapologetic, and now—there was no need for him to hold back. This was all Yuuri's fault, whether he knew it or not. Seducing him in such ways, he had none to blame, other than the sensuous man below.

"Did you hear me?" Viktor asked again, this time biting down on the area already sensitive from touch. "Answer me. Where do you feel it?"

Yuuri moaned despite his gripes and complaints, mahogany eyes looking down at the erection that sways back and forth, less than peacefully. Viktor, too, looked at the younger man gazing dreamily at his erection, and instantly got the hint.

"Vi…ktor, mmgh! Agh, th-there…"

Viktor did as Yuuri pleaded him, leading himself down to the throbbing cock that cried out for someone to care for it. The younger man's breathing sped up, watching as Viktor made his way down to the area. Even so, Viktor didn't stop there. He went down further, reaching the hole that so eagerly waited for caress. It looked so innocent—no one other than Viktor had been there. The idea itself, thrilling him even more.

And Viktor dove in, with nothing holding him back, not even a single opposing thought to stop him. The other man squirmed, the foreign sensation surprising him. The blonde noted a sweet flavor crowning his mouth. He conceded, this was something he fancied—though he's never rimmed someone before, he had to say, that for his first time it wasn't horrible.

Yuuri's cries were arrant; whatever he was feeling, he told Viktor with his voice. The tongue touching him softly there, never in his wildest dreams did he think there could be a feeling like this.

"Ahh, do-don't… anh!"

The older man simply ignored Yuuri's protests, sticking his tongue inside. How the hole gripped his tongue, and how his insides quavered around it, all aroused Viktor even more. The slurps got louder, and so did Yuuri. Viktor just… couldn't stop himself. He knew he was going too far, but—Yuuri was addicting. So much so, that he just couldn't help but want him. His mind screamed for modesty—yet, his body begged for more. Before he knew it, his hands were moving, without his permission to the area he licked. The hand extended a finger to it, the pointer primarily, casually laying there so that the hole would be easily accessible.

It was just as simple pinprick. Then it a was a poke, and a prod—and, Viktor's finger slid in with ease, Yuuri hissing from the bliss. There was no way to describe the way Yuuri's insides felt around Viktor's finger. It was almost like Viktor was already inside the younger man, from the way his lower body responded to the action. He pulsed, and throbbed; it felt as if he would explode. Something like this couldn't possibly be forgotten. Viktor's mind, still, urged for temperance—fully aware that it was too late for him to turn back. Surely, the tale of Yuuri being dead-drunk would be something that could be laughed off; but, this?

The blonde couldn't do it. He knew all too well, that if Yuuri were to know of this, even if the signs were perfectly clear… their relationship would change. —And not for the better. The situation swiftly spun out of control, yet Viktor couldn't weave himself back together. It would be a matter of time before he did the impossible. Yuuri himself, deeply and happily ignorant, that he would be Viktor's. Permanently. Whatever Yuuri drank that had him this far gone; Viktor was sure that this would never happen again. A selfish thing it may be, but to keep their relationship where it is—Viktor would do anything. The older man pressed on, taking his desires head-on with no regret.

He managed to loosen Yuuri up, the hole sloshing, dripping wet from Viktor's embrace. He was ready, and Viktor's primal instincts went in overdrive. His pearly skin tinged red, with heightened excitement, turquoise irises filled with unhinged felicity. He'd finally lost his sense of reasoning. There was no point. It was too late. Yuuri did everything in his power, to bring the man to this stage. The younger man would know the full effect of Viktor's primeval lechery.

"Yuuri… I'm sorry, but I can't hold back." Yuuri wasn't paying attention, but Viktor apologized anyway. There wasn't much else he could do.

Viktor brought himself to the entrance, erection throbbing angrily, waiting impatiently for much needed satisfaction. His mouth, almost instantly, drained of all fluid. The sweat dribbled down his reddened face, cyan orbs full of uncertainty. The moment of truth arrived. After this, though Yuuri didn't know it, the relationship wouldn't be the same. Viktor could try to remain seemingly unaware of anything that took place—but the older man knew himself. He knew that he would think of Yuuri, day in and day out. There would be unending dreams and lascivious thoughts about the younger man, tempting him to do the same thing again. He would have to make this one round last. The entirety of the year.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he slowly slid in, Yuuri moaning to Viktor. This was much larger than a finger, and much hotter. The insides relaxed around his erection, Viktor's legs virtually giving out to the sensation. After reaching a point, where he thought the other man would be comfortable—he thrust in cautiously, careful not to hurt Yuuri. Yuuri himself let out little whimpers, face scrunched up with an unreadable expression. It was no telling if he felt good or not. Either way, Viktor would still have to try his hand. Viktor still thrust in warily, taking Yuuri's legs and spreading them apart. Seeing himself inside of Yuuri, gave him enough motivation to go faster.

The pleasure was phenomenal, and Viktor couldn't help but wallow in the feeling. The more he thought of how good it felt, the faster he went. The room grew hot, sweat trailing down his body—somewhat getting on the man below. The humidity was dizzying, and so was Yuuri. How he moaned, and how his body writhed to Viktor's every movement. He felt himself losing his rationality in this fervent act. Soon after, Viktor plunged himself in Yuuri harder, raucous grunts leaving his parched throat. The moans melded, the pair falling deeper into ecstasy.

"Viktor! Ahh, pl-please! Hngh!"

Viktor knew Yuuri pleaded for leniency; but there was none. Viktor just went even harder, and deeper, losing himself in Yuuri. His cries didn't help, but only made him go faster. A night like this, Viktor wished, could last forever. There's never been a feeling like this. No amount of pleasure that could amount to what he was feeling. —It was obvious in the way he groaned to Yuuri, responding to his plight.

"Mm, Yuuri—you feel amazing…"

The hard-on pulsed inside, orgasm leisurely coming close to fruition. The older man felt this in his very core, the way Yuuri's supple skin touched his own. How the saliva lingered down the side of his mouth, and lips red from certain heat. All of it, somehow fondled Viktor in ways he couldn't understand. Yuuri did something to him and he didn't know what it was—but, whatever it may have been, he didn't want it to stop.

Yuuri, too, lost in the mix of everything—didn't know how to handle the pleasure being given to him, at such a rapid pace. His breathing haphazard, brown eyes filled with tears, unable to control what he was feeling. The helplessness of his zeal something completely irrevocable. The tip of his own erection swelled again, shining erubescent.

"Vi-Viktor, angh! I… mmngh!" The darker-haired man strained.

"Just a little more Yuuri…"

Viktor acknowledged that Yuuri wouldn't hold out much longer. But he tried his hardest to get those last pumps in before the night was over. Viktor rammed himself in Yuuri, who started shouting in response. The grunts grew in ferocity, perspiration pooling from every inch of Viktor's blushing skin. Every time he thrust in, he'd feel a slight dip, that rubbed his tip gently—prompting him to release. He assumed it was Yuuri's spot, and continued to dig into it.

"Agh! Ahh, Viktor! Th-there; uhn, s-stop!"

"—No." Viktor growled, looking deep in Yuuri's imploring eyes. His own erection trembled, as Yuuri's insides clenched around him.

The groans soon became one continuous sound shared between the two. There were no other words. Just raw, smutty, passionate sex. Viktor couldn't hold himself, the urge grew so strong that his legs shivered beneath his weight. Yuuri's abdomen rippled, and stomach turned, anticipating imminent release. Viktor's thoughts clouded, and all of them had the same thing written in his mind—come.

Yuuri's moans got higher, and higher; until he held his breath, face shifting from tan to red in a matter of seconds. The erection twitched vigorously, and, then semen came rushing. One short burst erupted, sending the man's body to paradise. The squeals coming from the younger man, forced Viktor's own hard-on to release itself as well.

Emptying himself into Yuuri, Viktor gritted his teeth, passionate groans spilling over in exhilarating ecstasy. His head pounded immensely, the pressure from his orgasm already weighing heavily on his person. Yuuri's body shook, so much that the bed trembled with him. Viktor toppled over on his side, breathing heavily.

The night finally ended. Viktor sloppily turned his head to the clock again. —3:30 AM. Quickly, the airy feeling left his body. It started to dawn on him. Just… how would he explain this to Yuuri? This is surely a hard pill to swallow.

He just fucked him, nearly, until the break of dawn. And, there would be no second round.

...And it has finished. I do hope that you enjoyed it (as much as I enjoyed writing this). Really, it's the first time in a while that I've written a two-shot for anything, and I'm excited to see what you thought. If you'd like, leave a review or PM me for more requests in the future!

See yah.

Rhye.