Victuuri | complete

Quake !

i just bought the yuri on ice soundtrack on iTunes and i'm writing while it plays in the background and just tOO mANY fEELS also for the first time, tODAY, I realized that victuuri/victuri is a play on words for victory i felt so stupid for not realizing sooner

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His hands rake up and down my thighs, trembling with the effort of restraining himself. I notice the amount of self-control he's exerting and wonder if he holds back because he's afraid of hurting me again. I bite my lip to staunch a snort of laughter. Victor doesn't have to hold back, so I elect to tell him as much.

"It's okay, Victor," I whisper, snaking my hands around his torso.

He shudders and clutches me tighter. He utters a long string of Russian curse words under his breath as he pulls the clothes from my body. I lay back, wriggling out of the clothes as they go. Victor bites his lip as he watches me. His hands travel up to my waist, leaning over me to press gentle kisses up my body while his hands migrate.

My body tingles with the sensation. Every open cavity within my body begins to fill with trundling desire. I swallow hard against the rush of pleasure. Then Victor reaches my neck, and he lingers. My back arches as his kiss intensifies into a ferocious love bite.

My body is suddenly on the verge of short-circuiting. His name and a mixture of pleas and cries fall from my lips. Victor groans against my skin, setting my heart rate aflutter. I'm a panting, squirming mess beneath him, but he's still fully clothed. I realize my fingers, firmly fisted in his soft pale hair, suddenly have a much more interesting job opportunity, so I put them to work unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

His lips oscillate to a new place on my neck while his hands move to help me in my endeavor to undress him. He shrugs out of his shirt, never once breaking the string of kisses. He moves to my collar bone, this time nibbling with his teeth. Desperately, I reach to unfasten his pants. I gasp as his teeth clamp down at the same moment I loosen the first button.

We both quake under the pressure of super-heated desire.

Victor hums against my skin again, kissing the bruised skin left behind in his wake. As if to offer a silent apology, he blinks, looking between the bruises and my face. He stands straight and finally steps out of his pants and underwear. I take the momentary pause as an opportunity to change positions. He eyes me with slightly amused curiosity glimmering in his gaze as I sit up.

"What are you up to?" he tilts his head, coming to meet me at the edge of the bed.

Before I can even get the words out, my face flushes and my stomach constricts at the idea of saying it out loud.

"Are we trying something new again?" Victor smirks, pressing every inch of his smooth lean body close until our skin touches.

I stiffen and then relax against the touch of his cool bare skin. The relief of not having to look into his smoldering blue eyes as I say it finally kindles enough strength in me to admit what I want to do out loud.

"Switch positions with me," my voice quavers for half a second but I fight to keep it even. "I wanna straddle you."

"Oh," he arches an eyebrow as if to illustrate his interest has been sharply piqued.

He obediently takes my place at the edge of the bed, giving me space to stand between his legs for a moment. The mood changes from fiery to something harder to explain within the space of a handful of nervous heartbeats. The air softens and becomes easier to inhale as I mount one leg on either side of his body. His eyes are dazzling in this light, shining brilliantly as his face displays mingling emotions of desperate need, intense passion and expectant curiosity.

I cup one hand around his chin and tilt it gently to meet me in a sultry kiss. My other hand maps it's way around his back and up into his hair.

"You're trembling," Victor murmurs, breaking the kiss for only a moment.