Starless Boys ☆ Yuri On Ice

Eros

I didn't proof read this, I don't need that kind of sin in my life.

We enter Yuuri's lobby, and with a smile on my face I unbutton my new coat and follow next to him on the stairs.

"Did you have fun?" He asks, the bag of his own gifts rusting between the wall and his leg. I have to look at him disbelievingly, I thought my feeling was obvious by the smile splitting my face.

"Did I have... fun? Yuuri I think my lips are going to break from smiling too much"

"Let's hope not" he side glances me and its almost suggestive. Almost. I wonder if I could ever know what is and what isn't. Everything Yuuri does is beautiful, is suggestive, is attractive like a magnet that never stops pulling, that gets stronger the closer you get.

"I'm glad though. I figured you diserve a good birthday" he smiles to himself, the gesture only interrupted by a strained cough.

I used to think that maybe I did something, to diserve all the misfortune that came my way. I must have, to loose my mother and be my father's greatest dissapointment. To end up with nothing to hold and nothing to be.

Yet here comes Yuuri, the thing I could never diserve regardless of what I do or am. And he tells me I diserve this happiness, this warmth, this sense of belonging, this love.

"I think this is the best birthday. I like my birthday now" a slice of childhood fills me, silly smile and all, with an unfashionable Christmas jumper and a boy that makes me happy; If feels like finally life isn't out to destroy me.

"In an hour it's gone you know. What do you want to spend it on?" He asks, breathing deep and facing the last length of stairs.

"You"

Yuuri stops, two steps ahead of me, frozen. I clamp my mouth shut and wonder if that natural reply was to much, too deep.

He turns around and looks down at me. Somehow the staircase gets even quieter, not even the sounds of Yuuri's heavy breathing audible. It becomes a standoff, on the stairs. It's a wait to see what his counter is, the coiling anticipation of his make or break response.

I don't really know what I meant by that. I don't know what I want from him in this very moment, what he thinks I want, what I want to give. But I want to give and give and give and when I run out of things go give I want to keep giving. Until I've stripped the world of everything and given it to him.

He lets out a final exhale, regaining his breath. Then I'm the one loosing my breath when he grabs the front of my coat and pulls.

He gives it all back in a passionate kiss, supplying me air and taking it away all in one vicious cycle. For a second my insides feel as tight as the space between out lips, suprised and feeling too much too fast. When I relax, when I melt through the floor and straight to the sweet sin dancing in hell, Yuuri let's go of the coat and slides his arms around my neck, holding the nape with and authoritative grasp and desperately licking into my mouth; as if he hasn't seen me for years, like long reunited lovers.

And I'm totally alright with that.

We stay there for a while, quietly nipping lips and wrapping tongues as our hands explore new and beautiful lands. A hand of mine slides along his side, feeling over his ass and splaying over the side of his thigh. He hums into my mouth, hitching the leg up. I get the message and do the same with the other hand, picking him up as he wraps his legs around my waist, the bag Yuuri's holding sounding loud against my back.

As we go the rest of the way up, barely parting the kiss, I start to think less and less; think less about the burn in my thighs, think less before taking Yuuri's soft ass into my hands.