Author's Notes: For requests - (1) May I put in a request for a story about a Quidditch match between Viktor and Yuuri's teams? I'd love to see their interactions during a game :) and (2) Would you mind writing a NSFW Entwining Fates Drabble with Yuuri topping maybe? Or using toys or roleplay? Something cute but smutty, maybe with beggin from Victores side?

NSFW, if the second request doesn't make that obvious already. ;) Written up quick and dirty. Apologies for any errors, for the lateness, and also for making Yuuri more of a power-bottom here than a top, eheh. I hope you'll still enjoy nonetheless!

Request (1):

Captain Nagase wasn't pleased to find out that the Tengus would be playing against the Siberian Sirins in their next League match. It may have had something to do with the Sirins's undisputed championship victories for the past two tournaments. It may have had something to do with the Tengu members' stance as wide-eyed, adoring fans of the Sirins team, despite the Toyohashi Tengus having a much longer legacy in the League. It most certainly had something to do with his best Chaser being married to the Sirins's world-class celebrity Seeker.

Captain Nagase liked Katsuki. He had absolutely nothing against Katsuki. In fact, Katsuki Yuuri was a good man and an even better Quidditch player. He was hardworking, dedicated, tenacious, and on top of that, possessed all the raw talent needed to truly excel as a national player.

But Captain Nagase did take issue with Katsuki actively engaging in Nikiforov's outrageous flirting on the pitch.

In the middle of a game.

He would have to sit Katsuki down for a long talk about focus and propriety, and the very thought felt a thousand times worse than giving his own children a talk about the birds and the bees. No flirting on the pitch. No kissing on the pitch. More importantly, Nikiforov is an opponent on the pitch, not your bloody partner. It was a strange, uncomfortable conversation that he never imagined he would have with another adult.

The tent flap flipped open to reveal Katsuki, blinking innocently behind his glasses. "Did you ask for me, captain?"

Captain Nagase kneaded his forehead with a sigh. Go time.

"Have a seat, Katsuki."

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Yuuri tried; he really did.

"Oh, that bend you just did, zvezdochka…" Viktor lined up beside Yuuri, voice dipping low. "I'm thinking of so many ways you could use that in the bedroom…"

Ignore him, thought Yuuri. Players zipped by them, the passing breeze ruffling their hair and cloaks. Ignore him.

His eyes flicked over, noting how Viktor's hair caught the light and shimmered under the sun, how his eyes sparkled deeper and bluer than the sky around them, how his lips curved ever so slightly, a soft, pink bow.

Oh hell.

"I already have," Yuuri whispered. He tugged Viktor's elbow and pressed up against his side, spinning them both around to avoid a Bludger.

"When," Viktor gasped, unfazed by the sudden move.

"Well—"

"Eyes on the Quaffle, Katsuki," the Tengu captain bellowed.

Yuuri blushed. "I'm not allowed to talk to you right now," he told Viktor apologetically.

"Later then, my love." Grinning, Viktor stole a kiss from Yuuri's lips and darted off.

Yuuri breathed in deep. Noting a flash of pink in the corner of his eye, he shot past Georgi, circled Mila, and caught a perfect curved pass from his teammate.

The back of his ear tingled, soft and light, as Viktor gave a loud whoop of delight from a distance.

And when Viktor caught the Snitch later, as he always did, Yuuri cheered along with the crowd.

The Tengu captain slapped a hand to his forehead.

Yuuri tried; he really did.

But it was so much more fun this way.

Request (2):

"God, Yuuri – Yuuri – "

"Shhh. I know, Viten'ka. I know." Yuuri breathed as he lowered himself onto Viktor, relishing in the slow burn, the familiar thickness. He heard Viktor keen, felt the muscles flex beneath his hands.

It wasn't often that Yuuri took charge during their lovemaking, but he made certain to thoroughly and utterly drive Viktor mad when he did. Like binding Viktor's wrists to the headboard with a swift mutter of Incarcerous, for a start. And blindfolding the Russian for another. And then ignoring Viktor's repeated pleas as he pressed his mouth and tongue on Viktor's neck, shoulder, and chest. Moved down, down, down, licking and biting every inch of the smooth, ivory skin.

"Let me touch you," Viktor panted, straining against the ropes. "Let me – blyad' – !" He arched off the sheets, a perfect bow, when Yuuri's lips wrapped around his cock.

Yuuri wouldn't let him come, of course. Dragged him close—so, so close to the edge—and then pulled away at the very last minute.

Viktor was a wreck by then, squirming and begging for a chance to see, to feel, to please, please let me go.

That was when Yuuri, slick and prepared, sank down, his legs spread apart, taking Viktor in inch by agonizing inch. The frills from his lacy skirt caressed Viktor's thighs – a reminder of the cosplay outfit that started this whole thing in the first place.

It was a gift from Christophe and Phichit for their wedding anniversary. A nestle of ruffles and frills and lace, topped with a little signed card that read in elegant cursive, For the naughty maid inside. Yuuri really wasn't sure when he donned the costume. (He really didn't want to know how his friends knew his size.)

But all of his uncertainty evaporated the second Viktor stepped through the front door and laid eyes on him. Eyes that bulged almost comically while Yuuri fumbled through the words—Welcome home, Master; w-would you like dinner, or a bath, or, um—before the Russian swept Yuuri off his feet and carried him straight into the bedroom without uttering a single word.

Viktor's head was tossing about, hips twitching, stilled only by Yuuri's hand. Dying to move but afraid to hurt. "Yuuri, please—" he choked when Yuuri rolled his hips experimentally, up and down, "Please, I want to see you."

Yuuri laughed, a soft huff. Payback for all the times Viktor had teased him, left him hanging off the edge by a string as he begged and cried for release. Reaching up, he tugged the silk fabric off, before he leaned back on his hands and raised his body just enough for a clear view of Viktor's cock half-buried in his ass. Of his own hard cock lifting the edge of his short skirt, bobbing lewdly against his stomach.

Of his mouth falling open in a long, drawn out moan when he slammed back down.

Viktor bucked up with a whine. He began to chant Yuuri's name with each slide, like a mantra, a prayer. Worshipful, reverent, adoring.

Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri.

So beautiful, so tight.

So, so perfect.

Yuuri curled backwards as he dropped down again, skin meeting skin. Every brush against his prostate, every strike, had him shaking and panting and moaning. And he knew all too well that Viktor was enjoying the show.

Indeed, his lover was chuckling now, his eyes locked squarely onto Yuuri's. Blue as ever. "Mmh, moya zvezdochka, my little star, my naughty little porn star…" Yuuri clenched admonishingly around him, and he released a harsh exhale. "Ahhh, yes, just like that." Another breathless chuckle. "Now – now don't you think it's time you let your 'master' touch you?"

Yuuri rolled up to fit his mouth against Viktor's, slow and languid. "What makes you think you get to give orders?" he murmured, his breath hot on Viktor's jaw.

"Two words," Viktor breathed. "Nonverbal spells."

Without warning, the ropes snapped, and Yuuri was thrown back onto the mattress with a squeal.

"No fair," Yuuri giggled as Viktor peppered feathery kisses over his face; smoothed a searing path up his thighs. "That's cheating."

"You can punish me later," Viktor purred, pressing Yuuri's knees to his chest, practically folding him in half. His skirt fell, exposing, baring him. Spread open for the world to see.

Yuuri barely managed a blush before Viktor drove back in, ramming hard against his prostate, over and over and over again. Steady and regular as a heartbeat.

"Ah, ahh—" Yuuri's head fell back. Felt good, so good. There was something about the way Viktor handled him in bed – rough yet gentle, both at the same time. "Why," his breath hitched, back rising into one really strong thrust, "Why didn't you just do that from the start?"

"Because I love it when you take the lead," Viktor mumbled. The nails in Yuuri's thighs dug in deeper, harder. "Because I love it when you leave me dangling for more." He let a hand skitter away, across Yuuri's abs, and then down. Yuuri swallowed, his cock jumping as the long fingers offered a light, teasing brush. "Because I love it so much more when I can feel you come apart in my arms at the very end."

And then he gripped the base with a sweat-slicked palm, tight and hot, stroking up with an expert twist of his wrist.

It was all too fast, too much. Instantly, Yuuri saw white, his body shuddering with lightning-soaked pleasure. Some part of his oxygen-deprived brain caught the glimpse of smugness on Viktor's face, but he was too damn blissed out to care.

Especially not with Viktor fucking him through his orgasm, the overstimulation sending aftershocks through his body. Murmuring Russian into bare skin, Viktor kept rocking until he finally came, driving in as deeply as he could and shaking with his release.

There were a few moments of panting, Viktor stretched out atop Yuuri, warm and heavy and comforting.

Then, muffled in his shoulder, "What are the chances of you wearing that to my birthday party next month?"

Yuuri shook with laughter. "Yura will kill you."

Viktor's lips curved on him. "Not if you kill me first. I was that close to a heart attack."

"The great Durmstrang alumnus and Sirins Seeker, felled by a maid outfit."

"Not the outfit." Viktor nipped at Yuuri. "The maid." Lips pressed, wet and warm, against the skin beneath Yuuri's ear. "My maid."

Yuuri shivered; he could feel himself growing hard again. Could feel Viktor hardening inside him. One round never was enough for them. "Viten'ka…"

"I know, moya zvezdochka," Viktor crooned. Yuuri sighed, legs wrapping round Viktor's waist as his husband began to move again. Slowly. Steadily. Lovingly. "I know."

Notes

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