"Relax darling, it's been a while for the both of us and I don't want to hurt you, so just lay there and look pretty for me"Viktor whispered as he pressed in another finger. Viktor began to move his fingers faster, searching for that spot that would make the Japanese man say his name and beg for more.

"V-vitya!"

Viktor's fingers stopped, his face flushed a darker red and his member throbbed painfully in his pants, still restricted and now pressing against the zipper.

This is where Viktor snapped, he really did want to keep prepping Yuuri, he planned to spend some time teasing him and teasing him but he couldn't right now. He needed to be inside of him. He needed to be. His pants and boxers soon joined the rest of the discarded onto the floor.

He picked Yuuri up, their eyes met again briefly before their lips locked together and Viktor sat Yuuri on his lap, pushing himself all the way in. He didn't stop until he was at the hilt. Swallowing all of Yuuri's noises and distracting him with this kiss and pressing against Yuuri's nipples, tugging on them, feeling Yuuri's erection pressed against his stomach.

His own erection was wrapped, wrapped by Yuuri's warmth, the way he was gripped, made a soft groan leave out of the Russian man.

"It's..You feel so amazing around me Yuuri...Do you feel okay?" Viktor whispered, placing his hands on either side of Yuuri's cheeks, running his thumbs over the males cheeks softly.

"..Yes..Viktor..." Yuuri whispered to the other, breathing in deeply, slowly adjusting to the new object inside of him, yet the burning, was a familiar one.

One he liked.

"...Say..Say my name again..." Viktor breathed against Yuuri's lips, not moving his hips, only letting Yuuri adjust, much to Yuuri's disappointment.

"V-viktor..."

"No..The other way..."

Yuuri flushed a dark red, his eyes widened some.

"..V..Vitya.."

Viktor moved, pinning Yuuri down to the bed, his hand caressed the curve of Yuuri's back and he began to thrust, like a crazed and deprived animal, slamming, pounding.

The room filled with their sounds, Yuuri's loud screams of pleasure and Viktor's loud groans and soft growls at the side of Yuuri's neck.

Yuuri's legs tightened around Viktor, his hands wrapped around him as well, his hands, with clean nails, leaving nail marks down the Russian man's muscled back. They left red marks that seemed to gleam in the moonlight, leaking into the room.

Viktor left more and more marks, marking up the side of Yuuri's neck. "Don't squeeze so hard babe, I won't be able to move"the Russian whispered after a groan, not really caring if he called the escort a name of affection, he felt like it sounded right.

And Yuuri was too far into the pleasure to care. Or maybe he didn't even hear it. The only things leaving him was mostly. "Vitya, Viktor, and more"

Viktor smirked a bit and he kissed along Yuuri's neck, pulling back to look into Yuuri's eyes. He paused and just started down at Yuuri, his thrusts stopped completely.

Yuuri's face was a dark red, eyes filled with pleasure, panting heavily, chest heaving up and down, gripping the sheets with one hand.

"You're seducing me...Aren't you Yuuri?"Viktor asked as yuuri blinked a few times, trying to come from his pleasured haze.

".. Seducing..?"he asked, panting and trying to come from the pleasure high.

"Promise me...To only seduce me like this..Only me, Yuuri..."Viktor suddenly said as he buried his face into the male's neck, he started to move again, thrusting into Yuuri, Yuuri hadn't been exactly ready, so when he arched. Viktor took this chance to bite and lick Yuuri's chest, leaving a line of hickeys.

"Ah..Hhnng..Ugh..Vitya...Vitya..."yuuri chanted and Viktor waited for his reply.

"Promise me...Or...You can't come"Viktor whispered with urgency, gently gripping the Yuuri's member to stop him from coming, Viktor knew he was coming close. After all, he was clamping so hard down on Viktor, even as Viktor shoved in and pulled out again and again.

Yuuri panted, his thoughts were scrambled, Viktor had to know that he was hitting his special spot, how did he expect him to answer anything? And why this so suddenly?

Could he really mean something by it?

"P-promise me... Only me, Yuuri...Only me"he whispered, over and over again as his thusts slowed down, but he kept a firm grip on Yuuri's member.

"Y-you...Yes...Vitya..."he whispered out softly, his legs curled around Viktor, his breaths heavy, and he pulled his arms around Viktor's neck, and they kissed again, but it wasn't like before, it was soft and passionate.

"Now..Come..."

1 year later.

"Is this seat taken?"

Yuuri stopped stirring the drink he had ordered, a small smile came to his lips. He brushed his fingers through his own hair, a small laugh leaving his lips.

"Yes actually, my fiancee is going to be sitting there soon" Yuuri replied as he placed his hand down on the bar and he relaxed, picking up the drink and taking a small sip.

"Oh really? Well he is a very lucky man, to have such a beautiful fiancee"

Yuuri couldn't help but smile largely, his eyes twinkled more than the dim lights in the bar.

"That he is" he answered, as he glanced up.

"But he is late, isn't he?"

Yuuri chuckled lightly. "I suppose, I could forgive him" Yuuri said as the man took the seat next to him, his warm blue eyes shimmered, as much as the gold band around his finger.

"He is indeed a lucky man" Viktor whispered as Yuuri shifter close to him, purring like a kitten. "That you are, Viktor Nikiforov"