"Seriously, my hand is tired and I know your dick has to be sore by now," Yuri groaned out.

"Yeah, it is getting too much," Yuuri breathed, "I told you not to worry about it."

It had been like this for awhile now, They would fuck, and Yuuri could not get off. He had no problem getting hard, he got hard easily- it was getting off that was the issue. He knew Yuri was getting upset over it, even though he got Yuri off four times that night.

"That's it… we are doing something about this!" Yuri said as he grabbed lube and started to stroke Yuuri's cock with his other hand.

Leaning over, Yuuri kissed Yuri- he was so determined and in the last week was only able to get him off twice.

It was not always like this, three years when they had first gotten together- they had no problems other than wanting to fuck all the time. Yuuri remembers looking through the lens of his camera, seeing Yuri pose in the newest St. Laurent jumpsuit, gasping as he hit the capture button on his camera- there was a golden angel behind his lens.

They had fucked in Yuri's changing room, almost ruining the outfit.

"It's not like you are old! Old people can't get it up! You can't get off!" Yuri growled as he leaned forward and started to bite at Yuuri's shoulder. The hard bite on his shoulder sent shocks right to his cock, cumming instantly.

Yuri growled as Yuuri panted and smacked his hand off his dick. Fucking and jerking for over two hours made his cock sore and sensitive.

"Fucking pain slut," Yuri hissed out as he leaned down, licking up the mess on Yuuri's stomach.

Yuuri shook his head, it was not pain, he could not explain it. It was not that he did not want to cum, and bless Yuri- he tried so hard. Yuri turned him on at every moment, that was never a question, he would get close, but never tip over.

"I… I don't know," Yuuri whispered as he ran his hands through Yuri's hair, sweaty and tangled.

When Yuri looked up at him, an evil grin on his face, "Should I try smacking you around to get you off from now on?"

Yuuri groaned and moved to rest his head on Yuri's chest. "You know I hate that."

Yuri touched at Yuuri's shoulder, "Fuck! I broke skin! Let me clean this up."

"Don't worry about it," Yuuri said, even though his shoulder stung like hell. He was worn out and all he wanted to do was sleep.

"That is it! I give the fuck up!" Yuri said as he moved off of Yuuri. He had been riding him for over an hour, and his body was worn out. "I cannot even get it up anymore I'm so fucked out."

Yuuri did not know what was wrong with him. He had the hottest model around who wanted nothing more than to get him off. Yuri fucked like a porn star and that should have been enough, but right as he thought he was going to cum, it was gone. He stayed hard, and Yuri kept trying.

"You're just going to have to have blue balls," Yuri groaned as he curled up next to Yuuri on the bed.

Yuuri had been bitching at him all week, he was not getting off. And to make matters worse, Yuuri woke up to a wet dream the other morning. Yuri told him how it was affecting him, making him feel less competent in bed. Yuuri tried to assure him that was not the case. He loved getting Yuri off, he loved watching him moan and scream- beg and want more.

Yuuri was so turned on, though he knew it was not happening tonight. Sighing, he kissed Yuri's head and pulled him closer.

"So I was talking to Chris," Yuri said with a mouth full of food.

Yuuri had to shake his head. They were in a top restaurant and here Yuri was, shoving bread in his mouth like they were at home on the couch.

"What did you talk to him about?" Yuuri asked.

"You not cumming," Yuri said.

Yuuri choked and grabbed for his water.

"Yuri!" he said.

"What? I figured out of all of us, Chris could help!" Yuri said, grabbing for more bread. "Plus I love to see you blush."

"You are such an ass," Yuuri said.

"You fucking love me and you know it," Yuri said with a smirk.

"Questioning it all right now," Yuuri said.

Yuri tossed his half eaten piece of bread at Yuuri. "Now listen… Chris said he knows a guy… a sex therapist."

"But we have sex… all the time!" Yuuri said.

"Da! I know," Yuri said with a grin, "But you aren't getting off… and it is starting to fucking annoy me."

"Starting?" Yuuri asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You know what I fucking mean!" Yuri growled.

"Fine, fine, so this guy… what does he do?" Yuuri asked.

"Well, Chris said he will help us make our sex life better," Yuri said.

"But our sex life isn't bad," Yuuri whined.

"Well for me it isn't… I get off all the time," Yuri said, "But last week? We fucked what? Twenty times?"

"Nineteen," Yuuri corrected.

"Whatever, still! You got off once!" Yuri said, "Wait? Are you sure nineteen? Did you count the video jerk?"

Yuuri groaned, "No! I said that doesn't count!"

"I got off! It counts!" Yuri said.

"I was at the grocery store and and you facetime me as you jerked off. I had to hide in the produce section!" Yuuri was mortified, as he knew if he hung up, Yuri would have been an ass all night long.

"Luckily you had your bluetooth on," Yuri said with a smirk, "So yeah, that counts, twenty."

"We have the dumbest arguments," Yuuri said as he grabbed his wine.

"Then fucking agree with me and it is easier," Yuri said.

Looking up, Yuuri smiled, "Never."

Yuuri gasped as he felt a sock clad foot between his legs, toeing at his crotch. He knew it was going to be a long night.

"Fine… who is this therapist?" Yuuri asked.

"Chris says his name is Victor Nikiforov… we have an appointment Friday."

Yuuri was not sure what to think when they made it to the office building. It was a nice building and Yuuri was ready to just go home and forget all this. If it was not for Yuri being upset over it all, he would have never bothered with this.

"No holding back," Yuri said as they stood outside the office.

Yuuri held his hands up and kissed him gently, "Yes, dear."

Yuri growled as he opened the door and they walked in. It was a small front room with a couple chairs, plants and magazines. Yuuri hated these things, but he knew it was something Yuri really wanted.

It was only a few minutes till the door opened and a man stepped through.

"Ah! You must be my next appointment. Hello! I am Doctor Nikiforov, but you can me Victor," the tall man with silver hair said. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

Yuuri raised his eye at Yuri as they walked through to a larger office- more personal and comfortable. There was a couch they sat on, as they looked around.

"Did you see how good looking he was?" Yuri asked.

"How could I miss it?" Yuuri replied.

"This office is weird," Yuri said as he got up and walked around.

There were bookshelves filled with books, and a desk in the far corner of the room. A statute of a couple in a compromising position sat on the edge. Yuri ran his finger over the statue as Yuuri hissed at him to stop.

Phallic sculptures around the room, a few ferns at the windows and a lot of vases.

"He has expensive taste," Yuri said.

"For the amount he charges for an hour, he better," Yuuri grumbled.

"Oh stop! You act like you are paying for it!" Yuri spit at him.

" We are paying for it," Yuuri corrected.

"Da, da, whatever," Yuri said.

"Get over here and sit down!' Yuuri said.

Yuri walked over and laid across his lap, smirking at him, "Like this?"

"Yuri!" Yuuri hissed out, "Behave!"

Yuri turned and looked up at Yuuri, his head in his lap, "What if I want to misbehave?"

Yuuri groaned and was thankful when Victor came back into the room and settled himself into the armchair next to the couch.

"So I talked with Mr. Plisetsky a bit on the phone, and we talked about the issue you two are having," Victor said as he sat, one leg crossed over the other. "I can see intimacy is not an issue, even by both of your body languages right now."

Yuri had moved off his lap when Victor came into the room, but was still practically sitting on top of him.

"So which of you is having the problem?" Victor asked.

Yuri pointed at him, "Him. Fucker gets hard, but doesn't get off."

Victor nodded and looked at Yuuri, those aqua eyes almost staring into him. Squirming, he put his arm around Yuri, almost as if he were a shield.

"Mr. Plisetsky, would you mind if I privately talked with Mr. Katsuki here? We already spoke on the phone the other day," Victor said.

"Da," Yuri said he turned and kissed Yuuri quickly. "You good?"

Yuuri nodded and Yuri went back to the other room.

"He is very good looking," Victor said.

Yuuri nodded.

"So when did this all start?" Victor asked.

"Last six months or so," Yuuri replied.

"Never had this problem before?"

Yuuri shook his head.

Victor chuckled, "From what your partner told me, definitely isn't for lack of trying."

"I… I don't know what it is… he turns me on, and I want to please him… I… I get so close," Yuuri said, feeling his face warm up.

"And you two been together, two years?"

"Three, dated for a year and lived together for two."

"When was the last time you ejaculated?" Victor asked.

Yuuri looked down, "Can Yuri come back in?"

"You are use to him talking for you, aren't you?" Victor asked.

Yuuri nodded.

"Would you be more comfortable with him in here?" Victor asked.

Yuuri nodded again.

Victor went and brought Yuri back in. Yuri came right over to where he was, sitting almost in his lap.

"So I was asking Mr. Katsuki when he last ejaculated," Victor said.

"Almost a week ago. I woke up to this asshole moaning and cumming all over my fucking hip as he slept," Yuri groaned out.

"Did this upset you?" Victor asked Yuri.

"Fuck yeah it did! I had fucked him for over an hour and jerked him off after that! Nothing happen! Then he sleeps and cums all over my hip… untouched!" Yuri said.

Yuuri wanted to sink into the couch.

"I'm sorry," Yuuri whispered.

Yuri turned to him, "Don't be sorry. That is why we are here." He leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Do you think the more this is happening, the worse it is getting?" Victor asked.

They both nodded. Victor brought his finger to his lip as he looked at both of them, moving the pad of his finger over his bottom lip.

"Do you two switch things up?" Victor asked.

"Da, mostly I bottom, but we do switch," Yuri said.

"Same issue?" Victor asked.

"Mostly, yes," Yuri said.

"And you have done prostate massages?" Victor asked.

Yuuri felt his face burning at all this. Yuri and Victor were so casually talking about their most intimate moments.

"Well I do make sure I'm angled to his hit prostate," Yuri said.

"Have you two used toys?"

"We have a dildo, vibrator and cuffs," Yuri said.

Victor nodded again.

"Ok so here is what I think, let's try a prostate massage and cock ring," Victor said. "Mr. Plisetsky, get you a cock ring to hold off your orgasm. Mr. Katsuki, a prostate massager for when you are topping. You can get one with controls that Mr. Plisetsky can control," Victor said.

"Toys?" Yuuri asked.

Victor nodded. "They do help quite a bit."

Yuri looked at Yuuri and smiled. He felt his face grow warmer. Yuri loved going to the sex stores. They bought different panties and simple things, nothing extravagant. Now Yuri had a reason to go all out.

Victor stood up and went to his desk drawer opening it, "What size are you?"

"Huh?" they both asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Plisetsky, what size are you? I have a few rings here, you can see what works best. It will hold off your orgasm as to not put so much pressure on your partner."

Yuri hopped up and walked over to Victor's side.

"Hey, Yuuri," he said grabbing two and walking over to him, "Which do you think will fit me better?"

There were two rings, a gold and silver one.

"The gold," he whispered.

"Should I try it on to check?" Yuri asked him.

Yuuri hide his face in his hands. "No, please…"

"You are more than welcome too. Many couples have me observe them, to see what might help," Victor said.

"Well we only have a half hour left, and he takes two to get off," Yuri said pointing at Yuuri.

Yuuri groaned again.

"You two are my last appointment, and let's say, we can extend at no extra charge," Victor said winking at them.

"Oh no! No no no no no!" Yuuri chanted.

"Oh stop it you big baby!" Yuri said. "Don't you want to get off?"

"I have a massager you two can try… and techniques," Victor said.

"You hear that? Let's do this!" Yuri said.

Yuuri knew that there was an exhibitionist in Yuri, he loved to make out with him in clubs and grind all over him. He loved people to watch him, especially when he was modeling. Yuri said it turned him on, and he liked people wanting him.

"How about I sit over here at my desk, and you two can just start," Victor said.

"I don't know if I can while being watched," Yuuri said.

"Well then I'll start," Yuri said.

Falling to his knees, he had Yuuri's pants undone and his cock in his mouth instantly. Yuuri yelped and looked over where Victor was watching them. He had gotten hard quick and Yuri chuckled around his cock.

"Fucking pervert," Yuri smirked up at him as he licked around his cock.

"Shut up!" Yuuri hissed at him.

Yuri stood up and took his pants off, grabbing the ring, he slid his underwear down and slicked up the ring, slipping it down his cock.

"Doesn't fit," Yuri groaned.

"You don't have it on the right way," Victor said as he got up and walked over to Yuri. As Yuri turned, his cock standing proud in front of him. "May I?"

Yuri nodded and Victor wrapped his hand around his shaft and adjusted the ring.

"Not too tight?" Victor asked.

Yuri shook his head.

"Good, good… continue," Victor said as he went back to his armchair.

Yuri turned back to Yuuri, and smirked. He knew this was something Yuri wanted, but he had never done anything like this with someone watching. As Yuri straddled over his lap, Yuuri couldn't help but notice how naked Yuri was, and how clothed he was.

Yuri wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. It did not take long before Yuuri forgot where they were as he got lost in their kiss. Yuri was squirming in his lap, pulling at his shirt as they pulled away from the kiss. Once he had his shirt off him, Yuri kissed him more, pressing their chest together, their cocks brushing over one another.

"I won't need much prep," Yuri said between kisses.

They had fucked earlier in the day, and Yuuri nodded back at him.

"I have lube here," Victor said and passed the bottle to Yuuri. That was when he remembered Victor was still there.

"Forget he is here," Yuri said as he kissed at his neck.

Yuuri couldn't. He was looking over Yuri's shoulder, locking eyes with Victor as Yuri kissed and bit at his skin. Pushing Yuri back onto the couch, he saw him spread out, his cock nestled and hard from the ring. Running his fingers over the length, Yuri moaned and arched his back, his chest and skin flushed.

"You look so beautiful," Yuuri whispered as he leaned down, kissing and biting at his chest. Yuri had his hands in his hair, pulling and tugging at him. Biting down on his nipple, Yuri cried out more, rocking his hips up. Usually Yuuri would suck or jerk him off, to take the edge off, but not with the ring on- he was going to delay it.

Wetting his fingers, he easily pressed two into Yuri, watching his body squirm, his cock twitch and hearing him cry out. Moving his fingers in and out of Yuri- he loved to watch his reactions, how loud and responsive he got. It did not take long and he had him back stretched and wet.

"Stop teasing me and fuck me!" Yuri cried out.

"Try leaving him on his back," Victor said, "And we can try the prostate massager."

Yuuri snapped his head over looking at Victor again. He had gotten so lost in Yuri and his body, he was surprised he had forgotten again that someone was still in the room with them.

"Forget he is here," Yuri said as he leaned up, kissing him and tugging his pants down. Yuri was moaning and pulling at him, begging him to enter and fuck him.

Closing his eyes, Yuuri thrusted into Yuri, hearing the familiar cursing and cries of his lover. He had no issues getting this part done, never had. It was taking the tight coil in his body and making it explode. He always felt right there but never any further.

Slowly rocking and swirling his hips, he slid his length in and out of Yuri. They had a good rhythm going and he knew if Yuri had his way, he would have flipped them over, and ridden him hard.

"I'm going to touch you now," Victor said.

Yuuri was surprised Victor was so close to them without him noticing. When he moved his head, those blue eyes were close, too close. A hand on his lower back, and Yuuri closed his eyes again, allowing his mind to not think about it, and to focus on Yuri.

"Think about your lover," Victor whispered in his ear. "Think about how flushed and beautiful he is under you. Open your eyes and look at him."

Yuuri gasped when he felt a wet finger slide into him. He had thought Victor was going to use a toy, no he was using his finger. Yuuri moaned as Victor slowly moved his finger in and out of him, matching the motions they were doing.

"Good, keep going. Focus on your lover."

Yuuri looked down at Yuri. He was shining from sweat and thrashing his head back and forth.

"I want to cum!" Yuri cried out.

"Not yet," Victor said.

A second finger entering Yuuri and he moaned, loudly.

Victor had moved a hand between them, stroking Yuri while the ring was still on him. Yuri practically yelled as his back arched and his body shook.

"He is cumming dry, but not ejaculating," Victor whispered to him. "Keep going."

As Yuuri thrusted harder, the two fingers in him curled and hit a pressure point that made him call out. Once Victor had found that spot, he did not let off of it. Yuuri felt the tight coil in him growing tighter and tighter.

"Ah!" Yuuri yelled, "I am getting close!"

"Good," Victor said in his ear.

Victor moves his hand between them more, making Yuri's eyes almost roll in the back of his head.

"When you are about to cum, let me know," Victor said.

More pressure applied to his sensitive gland and Yuuri felt everything in him twisting and turning. Stars were appearing behind his lids as he thrusted harder into Yuri and back on Victor's fingers.

"I'm… I'm…" Yuuri stammered out.

Victor slipped the ring off of Yuri. Almost immediately white streaks of cum were being painted on his abdomen, up to his chest. He screamed and clawed at Yuuri's back. The tightness of his orgasm and Victor pressing harder into him, set him over the edge. One more thrust and Yuuri found himself releasing. The coil in him had unraveled and he was cumming deep inside Yuri.

It felt like it would never end. He had gone almost a week with no release, fucking Yuri every opportunity he could- yet he was finally cumming. It felt like it would never end- Victor continued to massage at his prostate as Yuri stayed tight around his cock.

Collapsing, Yuuri was breathing heavy into Yuri's neck. He felt like he could sleep for days. His body was relaxed, his cock was growing soft and Victor was slowly sliding his fingers out of him.

"Perfect. Shall we do this again? Next week, same time?" Victor asked.

Yuuri stayed laid out on top of Yuri, all his body weight crushing him into the couch. Yuri gave a thumbs up before wrapping his arms around Yuuri, rubbing his back gently.

Victor went to go mark the appointment in his books. He was definitely looking forward to their next session.