The Art of Eros

This one-shot takes place after the China tournament, but before Barcelona (episode 10) so they have kissed, but it has only been like a week since and they haven't done anything... Sexual since so they're both pretty pent up. Enjoy :)

The only sound was his blades against the ice. He needed no music to convey the love and attraction he felt towards his coach, his lover.

Viktor couldn't take his eyes off of the young skater gliding across the ice before him. A lone performer, with an audience of one. The way his body bent and twisted was pure seduction. As he danced, Viktor couldn't stop his arousal. His trousers became uncomfortably tight and sweat started to dampen his forehead. Another sexual look over the shoulder from his student and boyfriend, Yuri Katsuki, and Viktor was done for. All of the restraint the Russian had was thrown out the window. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as his hand began to caress his thighs, his underwear becoming wet. His long fingers fumbled whilst trying to unbutton his black jeans, sighing in relief as his large member was freed from the restrictive material. Luckily, the pair had come to Hasetsu's local ice rink after closing time, so no one else was there. Viktor began stroking his penis, his eyes never leaving Yuri, his hand getting faster and faster as his lover skated beautifully. This was quite possibly the best that Yuri had ever skated, however Viktor couldn't concentrate on the technicality of his routine, focusing more on the way the man's hands caressed his own body and the expressions on his face. Yuri's routine was coming to an end just as Viktor was coming to his climax, and, with one final quadruple toe loop, Viktor exploded. He came with a shout of Yuri's name, startling the younger of the two and causing him to mess up his landing.

"V-Viktor? What are you doing?" asked a panicked Yuri, still on the ice. His face became a glowing red when he spotted his boyfriend's cum covered hand, still lazily stroking himself.

"Come over here Yuri." Viktor replied with a smirk. He had been restraining himself ever since their kiss at the China Nationals, in fear of scaring the younger boy away but now, after that performance, there was no way he was holding himself back. His flaccid member began hardening again at the thought of what he was hopefully about to do.

Yuri tentatively skated to where Viktor was sitting at the side of the rink, and approached him shyly. Once he was within arms reach, Viktor took Yuri by the waist and pulled him onto his lap. Blushing like crazy, Yuri wrapped his arms around Viktor's neck, and his legs around his waist. He then lowered his lips until they were touching his boyfriend's. Their kiss grew more heated and it wasn't long before they were both panting in anticipation. Viktor's lips left Yuri's only to begin attacking his neck with kisses, drawing moans and whimpers out of him. Yuri's hands fell to the hem of his shirt, ready to rip it off, when Viktor unexpectedly stopped him.

"Are you sure you want to do this Yuri?" Viktor asked, concern filling his eyes. Yuri blushed a deep red and hid his face in the crook of Viktor's neck.

"Of course I do, I-idiot. I l-love you, Viktor." Viktor gasped, tears filling his eyes. That was the first time Yuri had told him he loved him. In fact it was the first time anyone had in a while.

"I love you too." he replied warmly. Yuri was everything to Viktor. His arms tightened around Yuri's waist, causing their arousals to brush together. The moan Yuri gave had Viktor frantically grinding against his boyfriend, trying to get as much friction as possible. His hands began massaging Yuri's butt, slowly and firmly.

"Viktor... Please" Yuri practically ripped Viktor's shirt off before working on his own trousers. Freed from the tight, elastic material, Yuri dropped to his knees in between Viktor's legs. His hands wandered to his coach's half-hardened dick and started stroking it, until it was standing fully to attention. Viktor let out a gasp and a moan, surprised at how confident Yuri was. A warm sensation suddenly engulfed his throbbing member. His hands found their place in Yuri's hair. He couldn't take his eyes off of the sight in front of him. His wet member slipping in and out of Yuri's mouth while the boy's hands were behind his back, fingering himself.

"N-no baby, let me do th-at" he panted. Without removing his mouth, Yuri shuffled on his knees until Viktor could reach his hole. Warm hands lifted his face off however, and three fingers replaced the dick.

"Suck." Viktor ordered. Yuri complied, making sure to coat them fully in his saliva in the most sensual way possible, earning him a lustful growl. The fingers were removed, but he felt them at his asshole.

"Ready?" Yuri could only nod, unable to form words. The sensation was uncomfortable at first but after the first few pumps, Yuri was moaning and thrusting his hips back in time with Viktor's fingers. His breathing sped up until he was panting. after adding three fingers, Viktor decided that Yuri was loose enough. He spat on his free hand while removing his fingers, causing Yuri to whimper at the loss.