So I had intended to write Yuuri topping for this chapter (after finally deciding to do another) but... yeah well that didn't happen, hope you enjoy what did though :D

The room is warm. Not too warm but warm enough for Yuuri not to be uncomfortable without his shirt on. Being without a shirt is actually the least uncomfortable part of this evening for Yuuri. His hands are cuffed behind him, keeping him bound to the chair he is sitting on. A deep flush has already settled on his cheeks and is slowly spreading down his neck to his chest. He feels dizzy, tingling with anticipation and the blindfold really isn't helping. He almost wishes that he hadn't agreed to the blindfold... almost...

Just thinking about how gentle Viktor had been as he blindfolded him makes Yuuri's skin prickle, goosebumps raising on his arms. He's already half hard wondering what Viktor possibly has planned, all he knows is that it is going to involve that pole. That pole really has been a very interesting addition to their bedroom escapades.

He hears the faint click of the bedroom door opening, almost deafening in the otherwise silent room. As the door closes he catches the subtle smell of Viktor's cologne and his breath catches in his throat. That scent is enough to make his head spin even more and he's sure that if he could find his voice he would already be begging Viktor to touch him.

"You okay star?" Viktor asks. Clearly he can see the flush spreading over Yuuri's top half, can see him straining against the handcuffs just begging to be touched and, god, does Yuuri want to be touched.

"Y... yeah,"" he stammers and fuck! He shouldn't be stammering yet but he can feel the warmth of Viktor's body so close and he wants to be touched so badly. A gentle fingertip runs down his cheek and Yuuri leans into the touch, desperate for more already.

"You sure?" Viktor purrs. "You don't sound too sure. Maybe we should stop..."

"No!" Yuuri says hurriedly. No, anything but that! Having Viktor's touch and the promise of a night of his full attention snatched away from him at the last second would be torture. He hears Viktor chuckle, the sound making his stomach flip. A soft kiss presses to his cheek, just under where the blindfold ends. It's barely even a kiss, a slight brushing of Viktor's perfect lips against his cheek. He feels Viktor's breath against the shell of his ear and he doesn't even both to try and suppress the shiver that ripples its way down his spine.

"Don't worry star," Viktor whispers. "I have no intention of leaving you when you look so beautiful tied up for me like this."

"V... Viktor..." Yuuri pants turning his head in the direction of Viktor's lips but a sudden hand in his hair stops him.

"Remember what I told you," Viktor purrs.

"Y...yes," Yuuri stammers. His cock is straining against his jeans and he's desperate for Viktor to keep touching him.

The hand in his hair tightens and the dull throb in his scalp makes Yuuri whine. He wants Viktor, he wants more of what he's going to give him, he just knowns he's going to have to work for it.

"Yes what sweetheart?"

"Yes sir," Yuuri replies.

Viktor chuckles and presses another chaste kiss to Yuuri's cheek, purposefully avoiding his lips. "Good boy."

Suddenly the warmth of Viktor's body is gone and Yuuri can't help the desperate little whine that sounds in the back of his throat. He hears Viktor chuckle and a burning desire settles in his gut and then there's nothing. He waits patiently, desperate to know what Viktor is doing, until he hears music begin to play through the speakers. His entire body is tingling and he listens as Viktor's footsteps circle him.

Hair standing up on end he waits for something, anything. He can feel himself trembling and he's sure that Viktor can see as warm hands rest on his shoulders. Viktor's fingers massage his shoulders before moving up to his neck. A breathy moan escapes Yuuri's lips as those hands, those amazingly wonderful hands, run over his shoulders again and down his chest, stopping only to toy with his nipples.

"Oh god..." Yuuri breathlessly groans as Viktor gives one of his nipples a hard pinch.

"Yes star?"

"Please sir," Yuuri pants, desperately trying to hold onto what's left of his shredded composure. "I need..." his voice catches in his throat as Viktor gives his other nipple a hard pinch for good measure.

"What do you need?"

"More," Yuuri whispers, unable to speak any louder for fear of his voice cracking.

"Begging for me already?" Viktor asks and Yuuri would bet every gold medal either of them has ever earned that he is smirking. "My, my Yuuri I must admit I am a little disappointed." A hand reaches down to palm Yuuri's growing erection through his jeans and Yuuri bucks up into his touch. "This is going to be a very, very long night for you if you're already gone enough to be begging for me."

A gorgeous little whine escapes Yuuri's lips as Viktor's hands suddenly disappear from his chest and crotch. He feels a hand in his hair, petting him, before Viktor undoes the blindfold. Yuuri blinks. The light in the room is dim but his eyes still need time to adjust. At least he can see. Thank god for contact lenses... Viktor saunters into Yuuri's line of vision and he looks so good that Yuuri can barely breathe. Viktor has always looked good in a suit but as he stands before Yuuri, dressed to the nines, he looks like a god.

Viktor shrugs out of the suit jacket as if it's not even there, leaving him in a white button up shirt and black tie. Yuuri doesn't take his eyes off Viktor as he tosses the jacket aside and makes his way over to the pole. The subtle sway of his hips is beautiful and Yuuri thanks every single god he can think of that this man is his.

While his eyes are glued to Viktor's backside the object of his affection suddenly places both hands on his backside, giving it a squeeze and making sure to show off its allure. A perfect imitation of Chris' Intoxicated routine. Yuuri swallows, his mouth suddenly bone dry. What he wouldn't give to have Viktor out of those trousers...

Viktor suddenly turns to face him and Yuuri's breath hitches as he sees the outline of Viktor's obvious erection straining the confines of his trousers.

This man is a god I will happily worship for the rest of my life.

"You alright there my Yuuri?" Viktor asks, a playful smirk gracing his beautiful lips.

"Y... yeah," Yuuri stammers, definitely more breath than word.

"Good," Viktor all but purrs. "Now sit back and enjoy the show."

Yuuri watches as Viktor takes hold of the pole and begins to grind against it in time to the music. A tiny breathless moan huffs its way passed Yuuri's lips. He wishes Viktor was grinding against him like that. The way Viktor's hips undulate in perfect time with the music is sinfully good, a sin that he would happily commit over and over again.

Viktor turns to face him as he slowly undoes his tie. Once it's open he saunters back over to Yuuri's chair, slipping the silk from around his neck and draping it around Yuuri's. He uses it as leverage to pull Yuuri into a searing kiss that clouds Yuuri's mind and has him moaning against Viktor's lips.

"V... Viktor," he stammers breathlessly as Viktor pulls away. God! Why can't I get my voice to work properly?

Viktor chuckles, running his thumb over Yuuri's bottom lip. "What did I tell you sweetheart?" he asks.

"What?"

"What are you supposed to call me tonight?" Viktor asks, his voice dipping dangerously and sending a spark of pure lust through Yuuri's stomach.

"Mr Nikiforov or sir," Yuuri replies, parroting Viktor's words back at him.

"Yet you don't seem to be able to remember," Viktor says as he makes his way back over to the pole. "Maybe I should leave you for the rest of the night to get yourself off. That would teach you a lesson."

"No!" Yuuri can barely keep the desperation out of his voice but the threat of being left in this state – wanting, needy and dizzy with arousal – is too much. "Please sir... I'll remember."

"Good boy," Viktor says as he begins to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. Yuuri's breath gets shallower with every opened button and he thinks he might pass out if Viktor continues with this tortuously slow pace.

With the shirt open Viktor shrugs that off too, he makes the movement look so effortlessly sexy, before he tosses it in Yuuri's direction. It lands in his lap and the smell of Viktor's cologne is even stronger, as if the shirt had been drenched in it He's so dizzy with arousal and painfully hard as he tears his eyes away from the shirt in his lap to see Viktor swing himself around the pole, moving against it as if he were making love to it.

Oh fuck! He's so beautiful...

A hand travels down Viktor's chest to grasp his cock, teasing it for a moment before he pops the button open. The zip is the next thing to be opened before he teases the waistband down ever so slightly. Yuuri strains against the cuffs, desperate to touch. Viktor turns to that his back is to him and slowly shimmies out of the trousers, when they reach a certain point a realisation hits Yuuri and he can't stop the tiny whimper that escapes his thought.

Oh god, he's not wearing underwear...

Once the trousers are gone Viktor turns to smirk at him. He flips his fringe out of his eyes as Yuuri drinks in the sight of him, stark naked, in front of him. He's all lean muscle and graceful curves, legs powerful and strong with his cock jutting out proudly.

"How are you doing star?" he asks.

"I..." Anything Yuuri could say gets lost on the way to his throat. Viktor always does have the power to leave him speechless just by taking his clothes off (but then again Yuuri seems to have the same effect on him).

Viktor makes his way over to Yuuri. He takes hold of Yuuri's chin, tilting his face up so that Yuuri has to look at him. The blush painted on Yuuri's cheeks is beautiful, especially as Viktor notices it spreading down his neck.

"Keep your eyes on me," he orders.

"Yes sir," Yuuri says, the picture of obedience.

Viktor chuckles before brushing his lips against Yuuri's. His lips are gone before Yuuri even has a chance to melt into them. "You're so good for me," he says as he runs a hand down Yuuri's chest, stopping to tease and pinch his nipples again.

A breathy moan is the only sound Yuuri can make as he stays at the mercy of Viktor's hands. Once he is done teasing his nipples into hard peaks Viktor's wonderfully skilled hands move down to palm Yuuri's cock through his jeans. He fights with everything he has to keep his eyes open and fixed on Viktor's face even though they want nothing more than to slip closed in pleasure. He can barely hold it together, composure splitting at the seams as the pressure on his cock builds deliciously.

"Please..." he begs unable to stop himself. "Please sir... I need..."

"What do you need Yuuri?" Viktor asks, leaning close so that their lips are nearly brushing.

"You."

Viktor hums with approval. "So honest, I love it." He reaches round to undo one of the handcuffs, freeing Yuuri momentarily, before he threads his fingers through Yuuri's hair, giving it a sharp tug. "Get on your knees," he orders.

Oh fuck!

Unable to say anything Yuuri does as he's told. He wants Viktor to do the handcuffs up again, be totally restrained and at his mercy but he can't find the words to ask for it. That hand is back is his hair, tugging so that his head falls back and his mouth open. Viktor's cock is inches from Yuuri's face now, making his brain cloud with arousal. Desire courses through his blood and he knows Viktor can tell he wants him.

Viktor sucks the tip of his index finger, still keeping a tight grip on Yuuri's hair with his other hand, before running it across Yuuri's plump bottom lip drawing a beautiful little whimper from the back of his throat. God he's so perfect, how did I get so lucky?

"Open up beautiful," he says and Yuuri purposefully opens his mouth wider. There is a fluttering sensation in his stomach – he knows what's going to happen and he loves the total control Viktor has over him.

Using the grip he has on his hair Viktor guides Yuuri down onto his cock. Immediately Yuuri relaxes his throat so he can take Viktor all the way in. He loves the feeling of being pushed down onto Viktor's cock and he doesn't want to waste a second of it by gagging. A guttural groan meets his ears as the head hits the back of his throat. He swallows around it and the grip in his hair tightens, Viktor hissing something in Russian (that Yuuri is ninety percent sure is 'fuck').

"Yuuri..." Viktor pants as he uses the grip on Yuuri's hair to begin pulling him off his cock only to shove him back down onto it.

Viktor sets the pace and every thrust into his mouth has Yuuri moaning, desperate for more. He wants to bring Viktor as much pleasure as possible and, judging by how erratic his lover's thrusts are becoming, Yuuri can tell that Victor's close. Suddenly Viktor pulls him off his cock. Yuuri looks up at him with hazy eyes. Viktor's face is flushed, a light sheen of sweat blossoming on his skin and the look in his eyes as he stares down at Yuuri is predatory.

"You know," Viktor pants, placing a hand on Yuuri's cheek and rubbing his thumb over it, "I would love to cum all over your face, you look so beautiful, but I think tonight I want to save it for when I'm buried inside you, fucking you."

"Oh god please..." Yuuri doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore, he just knows that he wants Viktor As if reading his mind Viktor bends down to kiss him, slipping his tongue passed Yuuri's lips to rub against his and make him moan.

"I'd like you to go over to the bed, lie down and put your hands above your head and then we'll get you out of those clothes," Viktor says.

"Yes sir."

On shaking legs Yuuri pushes himself to his feet, his entire body trembling with desire as he reaches down to undo his jeans. Gentle hands close around his wrists as he pops the button open and Yuuri looks up to see Viktor smiling at him. Can he tell how desperate I am for him? It's always been so obvious that I want him.

Viktor presses a kiss to Yuuri's forehead. "Go lie down," he says, "get yourself comfy. I'm not done with you yet."

Yuuri can't find his voice so he nods is response and makes his way over to lie on the bed. The last time they were like this Viktor made him ride his dick, this time Yuuri knows he's getting fucked into the mattress and his skin tingles at the thought of Viktor's hands spreading his legs and pounding him into oblivion. He places his hands above his head, just as Viktor told him to, and waits, his breath in his throat.

Viktor surveys him, watching the rapid rise and fall of Yuuri's chest as he fights for breath. Viktor trails a light fingertip up Yuuri's arms to his wrists, loving the visible shiver that ripples through him. A whimper escapes Yuuri's lips as Viktor cuffs his wrists again securing him to the headboard. He looks up at his lover and his heart almost stops. He doesn't think he's ever wanted anything more in his life than Viktor.

"You're an absolute angel, you know that," Viktor smiles, pressing kisses to Yuuri's forehead, cheeks and finally his lips.

"So you keep telling me," Yuuri says, blushing and averting his eyes. When he says things like that I can't bring myself to look directly at him. Viktor's fingers take hold of his chin and he pulls him into a loving, passionate kiss.

"How about I take off the rest of these clothes and show you just how much I love you?" Viktor asks, eyes filled with lust.

"Yes please... sir," he adds for good measure, a confident smirk gracing on his lips.

"Good."

"Viktor's lips, those sinfully talented lips, begin to trail kisses down Yuuri's neck to his chest. Hands run up his sides and fingers reach to toy with his nipples but Viktor's train of burning kisses never stops until he reaches the waistband of Yuuri's jeans. Yuuri can feel Viktor's breath fanning across his skin and he clenches his fists in desperation. He gives his hips a tiny thrust to give Viktor a hint. Please, god, don't let him make me ask, I don't think I can even speak...

Luckily for Yuuri Viktor takes the hint. He flashes a gorgeous smirk in Yuuri's direction before hooking his fingers inside both his jeans and boxers, pulling them down and off. The burning gaze he fixes Yuuri with has his heart pounding and he tries to curl in on himself to hide from it. Viktor's hands on his knees stop his as he slowly pushes Yuuri's legs open and nestles between them.

"You're stunning," Viktor tells him as he presses a kiss to Yuuri's knee, "and you look utterly ravishing tied down like this for me."

"Viktor..." Yuuri begs, finally finding his voice again.

"Yes," Viktor presses as he kisses up the inside of Yuuri's thigh. "Tell me what you want Yuuri."

"Fuck me," Yuuri pleads. When begged in that voice, how can Viktor possibly refuse?

He pulls away, ignoring the tiny whine of protest that escapes Yuuri's lips, and opens the top draw of their bedside cabinet. He pulls out lubricant and a condom before turning his attention back to the vision beneath him. Yuuri watches, heart in his throat, as Viktor squirts some of the lubricant onto his hand and spreads it over his fingers. He trails a slick fingertip up the inside of his thigh before slowly starting to push in.

"Oh god... more..." Yuri begs. He tugs on the handcuffs, writhing under Viktor's touch.

As the finger teasing him pushes all the way in Viktor takes Yuuri's cock right to the back of his throat. Yuuri's head spins as Viktor begins to open him up with his finger while teasing his cock, running his tongue up the underside. Yuuri tries desperately not to thrust up into Viktor's mouth, he clenches his fists and tugs on the handcuffs, desperate to sink his fingers into Viktor's hair.

A second and third finger are added and Yuuri's a panting, moaning mess. It's too much and he feels like he might die if he doesn't have Viktor's cock in him soon. He's so close and as Viktor gives him a hard suck he thinks he might cum. Not yet... not till he fucks me.

"Viktor, please..." he begs again.

Viktor pulls off Yuuri's cock with a wet pop straight from a porn film and smirks up at him. "You ready for me love?"

"Oh god yes!"

Viktor's fingers slide out and Yuuri bites down on a whine of protest as he watches Viktor tear open the condom packet, slips it on and coats himself in more lubricant. Once he's satisfied he places his hands on Yuuri's thighs, spreading his legs wide. Yuuri clenches his fists as Viktor buries himself to the hilt. He's so full and it's so good and he thinks he might break if Viktor doesn't start thrusting soon.

As if he can read his mind Viktor begins to thrust into him at a furious pace. He knows him so well Viktor begins to hit his prostate dead on, making Yuuri scream his name into the room already thick with the sound of skin against skin.

"So good Yuuri," Viktor pants, "so beautiful."

"Viktor, oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Yuuri groans.

"That's it, cum without me even having to touch you again," Viktor says. "So insatiable."

All it takes is a few more thrusts with Viktor whispering filthy things in his ear and Yuuri cums, coating both of their stomachs and clamping down on Viktor like a vice. Just watching Yuuri come apart is a sight to behold and, along with the added pressure on his dick, pushes Viktor over the edge and he reaches his own end. He leans forward and presses his lips to Yuuri's, swallowing the gorgeous little whimpers and overstimulated moans.

"That was amazing," Yuuri pants, fighting for breath as Viktor pulls out to lie on the bed next to him.

"You're amazing," Viktor says. He brushes his lips against Yuuri's before reaching up to undo the handcuffs. He takes Yuuri's hand and begins to lavish kisses over the red marks braceletting Yuuri's wrists. "Was I too rough on you?"

"No I just tugged too hard," Yuuri chuckles.

"Then let me take care of you," Viktor says. He pulls Yuuri into another deep kiss. "You just lie back and let me look after you."

Yuuri hums contentedly into another kiss. "I could get used to this," he says.

"Anything for you my love," Viktor says giving Yuuri's hair a ruffle as he gets off the bed and makes his way over to the door.

"Viktor," Yuuri calls as Viktor opens the bedroom door.

"Yes?"

"Now we're even," Yuuri grins.

Viktor casts a glance at the pole. "I think we should just get our own. It's a good investment and we'll keep using it."

"You know what, that's not a bad idea."