After the first kiss

It was a short walk back to the dressing room. A short but tense walk. After taking off his skates and letting out a sigh of relief, Yuri walked a few steps ahead of Victor. Instead of babbling on and praising Yuri, Victor was uncharacteristically quiet. 

It became even more tense when Victor watched Yuri struggle to unzip the back of his costume. Prior to this competition, Victor would always be the one to unzip Yuri's attire before Yuri even knew it. This time, Victor asked.

"Yuri? Do you want me to help?"

Yuri nodded but didn't reply. Victor made his way to him and once he unzipped the costume, which stopped at Yuri's hips, stood back and went off to sit on the soft leather couch that was in the room. Yuri replayed the kiss over and over in his mind. He gently touched his lips. They were chapped. Something Victor would have taken care of even outside of competitions. He wondered if they were like that when Victor kissed him. Yuri needed to stop thinking about it and focus on just getting undressed. It was just something that happened in the heat of the moment. That's all.

Yuri peeled the arms of his costume off of him. He sighed in frustration due to his sweat making it difficult. Immediately when he got out of the top half of his costume, he heard the sound of the door close and the click of the lock. Before Yuri could turn around, a tall presence loomed over him. Yuri felt like he wasn't allowed to breath.

"I want to kiss you again" 

Victor's voice was quiet but dark and demanding. His breaths just about ghosting over Yuri's ear. Again, Yuri didn't give a reply. This resulted in Yuri feeling slender, long, fingers trailing down his neck and shoulders and then back up into his hair. Yuri shivered at the touch. Victors fingers were cold against his skin.

"I didn't know I wanted to kiss you. It was something stupid, I know, because that's just what I do but now please let me kiss you again"

In his mind Yuri was screaming. This was his childhood idol. Someone he had looked up to. Striving to be something like him because he felt insecure about himself. And now his idol wants to kiss him.

"Why would you want to kiss a pathetic person like me?"

Victor took his hands from Yuri's hair. Yuri noted something hit the floor by his feet. It was Victor's long coat. 

"I told you before, Yuri" 

Victor wrapped his arms around Yuri's waist, something Yuri was well used too, and rested his forehead on the back of Yuri's head.

"No one thinks you are. Especially me"

Yuri let out a long, shaky, sigh and without Victor having to let go of him, he turned around to face Victor. Now, his forehead was rested on Yuri's. Looking into Victor's shining, turquoise, eyes, Yuri's mind all came together in one simple conclusion.

"I want you to kiss me again"

Victor eagerly placed his lips on Yuri's for the second time that day though now he slipped his tongue into Yuri's mouth. Yuri closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Victor's neck while also lightly gripping onto his shoulders. Victor pulled Yuri tighter against him, losing himself into the kiss so much so that it was he who let out a quick moan. Yuri couldn't help but respond by moving his hands down Victor's back and slowly sliding them into the back pockets of Victor's trousers and giving his toned ass a squeeze. Victor then suddenly pulled back from the kiss. He didn't take his eyes off Yuri as he slipped off his t-shirt. He pushed Yuri forcefully up against the wall and resumed kissing him. With this, he pushed his thigh in between Yuri's legs and held tight onto Yuri's wrists as he pinned them to the wall above Yuri's head. Yuri's conscience was depleting fast. He grinded his crotch against Victor's muscular thigh. The friction ultimately made him gasp. Victor's heart started beating faster, making him rub his thigh back and forth against Yuri's evident hard on. He needed to get more of those sounds out of him. It was then when Victor bit Yuri's bottom lip that Yuri had to pull back-causing him to bang his head off the wall-and begin to breath quickly. His hot skin against Victor's was getting too much too bear any longer. Victor caught on to this. Without saying a word, he let go of Yuri's wrists and removed his thigh from between his legs. Victor traced his thumb over Yuri's red lips.