Victuuri | complete

Swallow !

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I swallow a hard lump in my throat. My lungs feel tight and incapable of breath.

"What do you want me to do, Yura?" that sugar-sweet voice worsens my suffocating torture tenfold.

He knows I don't even have a chance at forming intelligent words, smirking as I struggle to produce sounds that even resemble humanlike utterances. I finally manage an ungodly primal phrase in Japanese. Victor raises an eyebrow at my moment of weakness.

"What was that you said in the middle there?" he breathes in my ear.

"Ah-- unh-- I-I said something like 'please, give me your-- your...'" I trail off and swallow my rising moans.

"My what?" Victor presses, the knowing smile turning upwards the edges of his lips.

"It was a sort of colloquialism for big cock," I admit quickly, face reddening, hiding my shame at a 2¢ word with a 5¢ word.

Victor pushes himself between my legs, gracing my turgid length with the touch of his own soft skin. No matter the act he is still teasing me with the simple presence of his thigh to my groin. He has me panting and gasping for air, his name tumbling from my lips in several repeated broken syllables.

"Mm... Vi-- unh-- Victor-- oh! Please, please! Vity-ah! I-I need you..."

My lover is still teasing me. I don't know how much more I can take before I'll start raking my nails down his back. As if reading my mind, Victor encourages my arms to wrap around his waist while he plunges merciless lovebites on and around my clavicle.

"Victor!" I gasp when his hand suddenly grasps my throbbing erection. His only response is the quick flick of his wrist, sending me careening over the edge of self-control. "Oh-- a-ah!-- Vitya, ple-please," I moan, only lightly drawing my nails down at first.

Victor releases the goddamn sexiest moan that I've ever heard in my life. His lips fly to my ear, breathlessly begging, "Harder!"

Supplied with more than enough motivation, I score my nails all the way down from his shoulders to the small of his back, where my hands shamelessly linger around that Adonis-like ass. Victor is no longer holding anything back to tease me, suddenly he is pulling me to the end of the bed.

"Насосать (nasosat')," he instructs, a phrase I recognize to simply mean suck. He reaches around me and presents two fingers once I flip onto my stomach.

I take both long fingers obediently, swirling my tongue around and sucking harder than he was expecting, I can tell. I hum around him mischievously.

"Got what you need?" I mumble around his hand.

I don't catch what he mutters, but I don't think I need to-- I already know what he wants to do. He almost reluctantly removes his fingers from my mouth and uses the saliva to slick me up and stretch me out. Damn me if anything feels better than this. But as Victor pushes his solid length in lieu of his fingers, I think I ought to be thrown through the fiery gates of tempestuous Hell.

My muscles tense and un-tense and tense again at the sudden arrival of Victor inside my body. His presence is strong and warm and I think I love it...? The pain is lesser to the pleasure, but I find myself still blinking back rivulets of tears as he hammers his erection deeper and stronger. I dig my nails into the mattress for support.

I quickly gain a good handhold but as my hips currently are, the mattress creaks with every one of Victor's powerful thrusts. Before I can even widen my stance properly, Victor suddenly pulls out. The mischief on his face worries me, although the look of steady desire twinkling in his eyes reassures me that I have not lost him.

I swallow hard, unsure what to expect.

"Have you ever done a sixty-nine?"

"Victor, you know you're my first--"

"Good, because I want to try that with you," Victor beams.

I blush, biting down on my lip.

"Alright..." I shrug, already feeling beyond sinful-- why not add this to my resume when judgement day comes?

I allow Victor to position me because he clearly has the reigns tonight. He is surprisingly gentle with me for this much, however. Waves of nervous and lusty emotions crash together like a violent storm in my stomach as Victor guides my painfully throbbing erection past his heavenly lips. The sudden warm and wet sensations tingling up and down my lower body take me by surprise and threaten to overwhelm me. Almost in an effort to regain control, or maybe pacify myself, I mouth Victor's turgid length.

I'm shaking-- whether from pleasure or fear or both, I honestly can't say. But I don't have to know, not at this instant. All I have to do-- want to do, really-- is pleasure Victor. And so I focus all my energy into sucking him off. I quickly discover, however, that I can't rack up the heat without Victor-- that competitive prick-- matching or 1-upping my intensity.

Now it's a game of who will cum first.

At the idea of competing with Victor at this, my mind numbs. My mouth feels dry, probably a result of frazzled nerves. I impulsively swallow and attempt to moisten my lips, almost managing to somehow forget Victor's large presence in my mouth. His whole body shudders as I swallow around his cock.

Victor pulls away to huskily mumble colorful curses into the static air.

"Unh!" I hear him grunt from his end as his lips reconnect to my want for him.

The sensation of his voice around my cock immediately sparks jolting bouts of electricity up along my spine. His tongue suddenly picks up a new dance, sending my lower half into numbing bliss. Picking up on Victor's game, I swallow again-- this time on purpose. He has my engines roaring, though. I'm not sure if I'll beat him at the rate he has my liquid pleasure racing to erupt.

"Anh!" I hear again. "U-unh!" He finally pulls away long enough to shout, "Fuck! I'm cumming, Yura!"

Rather triumphantly, I swallow his release, allowing him to ride out the wave of pleasure with a bit of motion from his hips. Rather appropriately, and in good taste, I follow almost instantly.

Damn, I think to myself, that was hot.