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a/n: *to the sex-repulsed readers: that plus sign means there's smut. good day.*
i'm sleep deprived, exhausted, and overall, i'm just the living dead 💀 so this chapter's not that good, but anyway, i tried hard to make it as good as possible and i hope you guys like it! i also hope to update this weekend, but i'm not sure i'll have time since...school, and stuff. but whatever! (really though, i hope you guys like this, it was super shitty and im sorry)

Yuuri found it hard to sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but he still couldn't. He wasn't comfortable and he didn't feel well. He felt agitated, mostly because of the heat that surrounded him. The house was cold, but Yuuri felt hot. His entire body felt hot. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was the heat in between his legs.

He tried to ignore it, much like always, but it was very hard to when the constant image of Viktor was present in his head. Yuuri groaned, and laid on his back, staring at the small tent that had formed inside his sweatpants with frustration. He placed his hands over his face. He wasn't someone who could just easily masturbate without having something to look at or hear. He needed a 'motive'. Sure, Viktor was one, but the sheer image of him in his mind wasn't enough to satisfy him. And as embarrassing and slightly humiliating as it was, Yuuri reached over for his phone, unlocked it, and with a shaky hand, dialed Viktor's number.

Yuuri didn't know how to feel about this. He and Viktor had talked about...things...yeah, things...before, but Yuuri was still too embarrassed and shy to try or even talk about those things with him. But right now, he was feeling a bit desperate, and he felt something that he'd never felt before: need.

After the third ring, the elder man answered the call. "Yuuri? I thought you'd be sleeping by now," he said. "Y-Yeah, I should have been, b-but..."

"But what?"

Yuuri sighed and clenched his jaw, his cheeks burning red. "I-I...R-Remember what we talked about a few weeks ago?"

"Hm...No, enlighten me."

Yuuri groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He clenched his fist and chewed on his bottom lip, trying to brace himself for what he was about to say. "When we talked about...sexual stuff. We—Viktor, I don't really want to go into detail," he whined, earning a small laugh from the Russian. "Okay, yeah, I remember that. What about that conversation?"

"I-I can't sleep, because..."

"Oh."

The younger of the two chewed on his bottom lip nervously as a silence came between him and Viktor. "Wow, okay, um...Wow." Yuuri pursed his lips and sighed for the second time. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I-I'll just—I'll leave you be—" Yuuri was about to hang up when he heard Viktor's voice exclaiming, "Wait, no! I'm sorry, I'm just shocked! Don't hang up yet." Yuuri's eyes widened slightly. Luckily, he was still a bit turned on, so he stayed on the line. He still felt flustered as hell, but to be honest, he just wanted some sort of relief right now. Relief that—even though he's far away—only Viktor could give him. It was a weird feeling, truly. But whatever.

"Alright, where are you?" Viktor asked, a sudden edge to his voice. Yuuri raised his eyebrows and replied, "I'm in bed."

"Is everyone else asleep?"

"Yeah, everyone's asleep. Why?"

"Put me on speaker."

Yuuri's eyes widened at his words. "V-Viktor, I—"

"Don't worry too much, Yuuri. Do you want to do this? Do you feel comfortable with doing this?"

"Y-Yeah. Yeah, I am, but what if one of my parents or my sister wakes up and hears...us?" He didn't know what to call this.

"Then we can try it some other—"

"N-No!" Yuuri became even more flustered. He couldn't believe himself anymore. Was he even himself at the moment? He didn't know. "No?" Viktor repeated. The way he said it made Yuuri feel slightly intimidated, even though he knew better.

"No...I want to try it out now. I really want to."

"Put me on speaker, then."

Yuuri swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "O-Okay." He set his phone down and tapped the screen, putting Viktor on speaker. He swallowed hard, feeling butterflies swarming inside his stomach. He's felt nervous before, he was practically prone to it, but never like this. He couldn't bare to imagine himself if they met in real life.

"Take off whatever you're wearing," Viktor's voice ordered through the phone. Yuuri slowly peeled off his shirt and his pajama pants, along with his boxers, leaving himself naked. "Did you do it?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Alright, sit on your knees and put your hands on your chest."

Yuuri did as told, his member prominent between his legs. He's never felt so...lewd before. This was all too weird, but he went along with it. He wanted to do this, anyway. "Close your eyes, and run your hands down your body—slowly. Imagine me doing it."

The boy closed his eyes, picturing Viktor in front of him, and ran his hands down his chest and stomach. He imagined Viktor's hands doing it instead, emitting a small whine from him. At the other end of the line, Viktor smirked widely, hearing the sound. "Imagine me touching you slowly, feeling every inch of your body. Touching you, just where you need it." As if on cue, Yuuri wrapped a hand around his member, using his other hand to tease the tip. He moaned softly, imagining once again, Viktor's hands replacing his own.

Viktor's smirk widened. "Good, baby...Do you want me? Do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Y-Yes," Yuuri breathed out, stroking his member gently. "Do you want me to touch you, feel you?"

"Yes, Viktor, please," Yuuri whined, squeezing his eyes shut as he began to pick up the pace. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to come, I want to come so badly," Yuuri whined again, a loud moan escaping his lips as well. "Then come for me, Yuuri."

Yuuri felt himself reaching his climax, and as soon as he did, his entire body racked with pleasure. He moaned loudly, completely forgetting that there were other people living with him, as he came onto his hand and the bed. He kept his eyes closed, breathing heavily, trying to come off his high.

A chuckle came from the phone, followed by, "Wow, that was quick."

Yuuri groaned, not finding the strength in his to fight back. "Shut up, Viktor."

"Okay, okay," he laughed softly, "I'm sorry. Are you good now?"

"Yeah..." Yuuri muttered, his eyes still shut. "Thanks, Viktor..."

"Anything for you. I'll call you when it's morning there. Try to sleep."

Yuuri nodded slowly, even though he knew Viktor couldn't see him. "Okay..."

"Alright, goodnight, love." With that, the call ended, and Yuuri was left utterly dazed.

a/n: well...i'm sorry u guys had to read that with ur own two eyes...