Not my art

Written by Dirk

And announcement:
We won't be posting as much since we have finals for the next 3 or four weeks
(My lord) so we have lots of stuff to do
We will be writing though
So hopefully we'll actually be able to post

Contains sexual content

Yuri looked over at Viktor from across the rink, panting softly. He'd been practicing his new routine for about an hour now, and he was sweating heavily.
He expected Viktor to tell him to run a couple jumps again, but the Russian just grinned. "That's enough work for today, Yuri! Let's go get some pork cutlet bowls!!"
Yuri skated over to him and got off the ice. "How bad did I do?"
Viktor tilted his head. "What?"
Yuri leaned against the side of the rink. "You want us to grab dinner so you can soften the blow." He said softly.
Viktor shook his head. "Noooo. I want us to grab dinner because it's dinner time and you did really well! You know I'm not that kind of guy!"
Yuri huffed. "I actually don't."
Viktor made a face, determined. "Yuri, we're married!!! Do you think I'd lie to you?" Yuri looked at him. "Uhhh... no?"
"Exactly!" Viktor replied. "So we're gonna eat some pork cutlet bowls, and next week when you win gold we'll celebrate! Got it?"
Yuri grinned. "Yeah.. you're right! You're totally right!" Viktor hugged him. "That's right! We're getting that gold!"
***
Yuri panted hard. Sweat was trickling down his face and he had just landed his final pose in his performance. He heard the audience erupt with applause and he slumped over, almost falling.
He looked up and saw Viktor literally jumping up and down for joy. He slowly skated over to the side and stepped off the ice, smiling. Viktor let out a little cry, grabbed Yuri, and spun him around.
"Yuri, that was amazing! Oh my god you-" He quickly shut himself up when he saw Yuri's shocked face and Yuri giggled. "Just shut up and kiss me."
***
The pair were already kissing before they entered their hotel room, Viktor blindly swiping the keycard for the room. Yuri slowly led him over to the bed and sat down, pulling him into his lap. He panted softly as Viktor kissed down his neck.
"You wanna..?" He asked softly. Viktor nodded. "Y-yeah.."
Viktor kissed up to Yuri's lips and kissed him deeply moving his hips against the other's. He tugged off Yuri's shirt and kissed his chest, humming to himself.
Yuri tugged at Viktor's shirt at a moment. "Come on." Viktor blinked then moved his shirt. "Happy?" Yuri nodded and kissed him again.
The Russian carefully ground his hips against Yuri's, causing him to moan softly. "No fair.." He mumbled between kisses. Viktor chuckled. "What did you expect? Me to play fair?"
Yuri kissed him softly. "No, I know you." He reached over and undid Viktor's pants, pulling them down a little. Viktor blushed and wiggled out of them so he was just in his boxers. He pushed Yuri down so he was lying down, and pulled off his pants. "You sure you wanna do this?" Yuri said softly. "As long as you don't break me, yes." Viktor joked, smiling at him.
Yuri pulled him down and kissed him deeply. "I'll be gentle. Promise."
Yuri grabbed Viktor's hips and ground against him roughly. Viktor let out a mewl and closed his eyes, whimpering softly. "Y-Yuri.."
Yuri slid one of his hands to the inside of Viktor's thigh, rubbing it through his boxers. Viktor let out a breath and began to pant softly. He gasped when Yuri began to palm his package. "Yuriii, ah-ah..."
Yuri grinned and kissed his chest. "Stay still." Viktor blushed deeply and nodded, gripping Yuri's shoulders tightly.
Yuri slipped off Viktor's boxers and rubbed him full on. Viktor gasped and let out a moan. "Yuri..."
"Did you bring lube?" Yuri asked softly. Viktor nodded and hopped up, went to his bag, and came back with a small bottle. "I hope it's enough.. Had to make it travel-sized..."
Yuri kissed him. "I won't waste any."
Viktor laid back on the bed and spread his legs. "I'm ready.."
Yuri carefully coated two fingers and gently rubbed Viktor's entrance with the first one, then began to slide it in. Viktor made a little noise at the weird feeling, and gasped when Yuri's finger was in all the way.
"Y-Yuri..." He said softly. Yuri kissed him gently. "Is it ok?" Viktor nodded. "It's just a little weird.." Yuri carefully moved the finger in and out for a few moments before slowly adding the second.
Viktor moaned and bit his lip. "Aaahh, Yuri..."
Yuri carefully scissored his fingers and Viktor gasped loudly, moving his hips. "Y-Yuri! Ah..!"
Yuri kissed him again. "Are you ready?" The Russian nodded quickly. "P-please.."
Yuri pulled his fingers out and lined himself up, then slowly pushed into Viktor. Viktor groaned and reached up to grab Yuri's shoulders. Yuri soon was in all the way and he let out a breath. "You're so tight- I'm sorry." He said softly. Viktor blinked slowly at him. "It's ok... you can start now."
Yuri carefully began to move his hips. Viktor moaned softly and bit his lip. After a few moments of soft thrusting, Yuri began to move faster and harder. Viktor gasped and let out a louder moan. "Yuri..! Ah.. mm.." Yuri kissed him deeply and thrust harder, which made Viktor whimper. "Nnnn!"
Yuri was now going at a steady pace and panting softly. Viktor moved his hips with Yuri's thrusts, and he cried out when Yuri hit a particular spot.
"Aahh! Yuri!"
Yuri kissed him and began to hit that spot over and over again. Viktor cried out louder and louder each time, and began to tighten around Yuri.
"Viktor, I'm close.." Yuri said softly. Viktor nodded. "M-me too- aahh!"
Yuri kept hitting the spot harshly. "Viktor.. Viktor.." Viktor could no longer take it, and he had to let go. "Yuri- Yuri!!! Ah~!"
He came hard, spilling himself over the two of them. Yuri came quickly after, releasing inside of him. He slowed down his movements, and stopped completely. Viktor was sweating bullets, and Yuri was panting softly. The latter slowly pulled out of the Russian and laid next to him, pulling him close.
Viktor kissed his neck gently. "Yuriii..."
Yuri petted his hair. "я люблю тебя." Viktor smiled at him and closed his eyes. "わたしは、あなたを愛しています."