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Yuuri is nervous.
He is pacing back and forth between the living room and bedroom nonstop, like an animal trapped in a cage, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Viktor watches from the sofa, curiosity piqued, but he waits a bit longer, just in case his dear husband needs some time alone.
Knowing Yuuri, sometimes he needs space before he can steady himself.
Yuuri didn’t always welcome help when they first met - he always carried this odd fear of being perceived as vulnerable or weak by friends and family, when the truth is quite the opposite.
This is the fourth outfit he put on.
A classic dark navy tuxedo that hugs his waist perfectly, showing off the curve that Viktor knows too well - the kind that could drive any man or woman hopelessly mad- and the matching pants seem to make his long legs go on forever. The soft, pearl-colored fabric of his shirt looks quite nice with his fair, creamy skin, certainly making his raven hair look even darker and silkier by contrast.
And a better tie - for the record, Viktor did not mind that plain blue tie Yuuri is quite fond of, but each time seeing it, it drags him back to the banquet night of passion and the heartbreaking aftermath that Yuuri didn't remember any of it.
His Yuuri is beautiful no matter what. Viktor is not biased at all.
And being the good husband that he is, Viktor gets up, ready to help adjust Yuuri’s tie. Perhaps he will offer an embarrassing amount of praise and kisses.
Well, to be fair, that’s mostly an excuse. Viktor is feeling needy, and he wants to pull his dear husband close into his arms.
Just as Viktor is getting up from the sofa, Yuuri frowns at his own reflection in the mirror, and disappears into the walk-in closet again.
Oh no. There goes his chance to hold him and whisper sweet words into Yuuri’s ear.
Viktor knows that look.
Of course he knows that look.
Viktor has seen it quite a few times already.
When Viktor first arrived at Yutopia announcing that he would be Yuuri’s coach; When Yuuri was about to debut his Eros short program at Onsen on ice. When Yuuri almost collapsed at the parking lot before his freeskate at the Cup of China.
Now that they are together, Yuuri’s expressions have become easier to read.
Or maybe it is Viktor himself who started to pick up the long-lost skill of caring for others. Something he never thought to pay attention to.
Viktor never realized how much he wanted to care for Yuuri. To hold that fragile heart of glass. To notice the tiniest detail that hints Yuuri might be upset or nervous. Now it comes naturally, just like a reflex in his body, automatic as breathing.
This is no good.
Viktor approaches Yuuri, following him into the bedroom, and even from far away, he can see Yuuri is blinking rapidly, as if he is trying to stop the tears from spilling.
It always breaks Viktor’s heart a little. Those dark eyes usually shine so bright with determination, yet there is always something unbearably fragile underneath.
Like diamonds, like glass.
Viktor simply knows because he has broken that glass heart before.
Still, he is more confident now that, through years of coaching and being together, the glass has slowly turned into something stronger.
Something closer to a diamond. Tougher. Less likely to shatter even under pressure. Yuuri has grown so much, and Viktor will always be proud of how far he has come.
How far they had come.
Okay. Maybe Yuuri is hard to read after all.
Viktor is actually no longer used to seeing that look. Surely Yuuri had grown stronger and stronger each passing day. Winning worlds, Grand Prix finals, and Olympics have changed him.
And Viktor can't be prouder. Seeing Yuuri soaring across the ice, standing on top of the podium, is a thousand times more exciting and rewarding than Viktor winning gold himself. Winning alone.
When Viktor looks back at his own medals, he sees a cold shade of yellow. Yes, he is still a living legend, he loves skating more than his own life, and those accomplishments are worth being proud of.
But he can’t help feeling as if he’s staring into a mirror. One that reveals how lonely his career was, how lifeless he was.
Coaching Yuuri to the top of the podium made figure skating worth loving again.
And Viktor will do anything to protect what makes him capable of feeling life and love again.
"Yuuri? Are you okay?"
Yuuri seems to notice that his husband followed him into the walk-in closet. The Asian man sighed, finally turning around to face Viktor.
No visible trace of tears on his rosy cheeks - Good, Viktor is slightly relieved.
“Yuuri, solnyshko. Talk to me. ”
“Ummm. I am fine. Well.”
Yuuri pauses and closes his eyes. It takes a moment before he opens them again and looks directly at Viktor.
“Not really. It’s my mind…I guess I am just really stressed about the interview, and the whole book idea…I am scared that I will make a fool of myself on national television, knowing there will be people who look up to me.”
Yuuri unbuttons the suit jacket and hangs it back in the closet. Leaving the white shirt and suit pants on, Yuuri turns back around and takes a slow breath.
“Young skaters. Older skaters. Competitive skaters. Even recreational skaters who started late because they saw me, and somehow felt inspired enough to dedicate their lives to the sport.”
He folds his arms, voice quieter now.
“Those who struggled, or are still struggling. Eating disorder, anxiety. Identity crisis. Umm. I couldn't even figure out my own for a really long time, not until you…”
Yuuri swallows, hesitating because he’s unsure if what he says makes sense.
“What I say, what I do… I don’t understand how I can have such a huge impact on strangers’ lives. It’s a lot of weight. But it feels like I still have to carry it. Like returning a favor. Or at least, giving something back.”
Viktor’s piercing blue eyes softened.
He opens his arms, and without a word, Yuuri leans in, burying his face against Viktor’s neck.
It’s fascinating how Yuuri’s body relaxes almost immediately the moment he feels Viktor’s warmth on his skin, as if it carries some kind of quiet, magical healing power.
“Is my solnyshko really worried,” Viktor murmurs, “that people won’t be inspired or thrilled just from seeing an Olympic champion, with six Japanese national titles, three World Championship golds, appear on TV, and finally getting a chance to learn more about their idol?”
“Well…”Yuuri mumbles, “The last time I was on national TV, I kinda said something really embarrassing.”
“Yuuri!” Viktor gasps, “You are not calling your love confession for me embarrassing. I am hurt!”
Yuuri starts giggling. Viktor pretends to be deeply wounded and starts tickling Yuuri’s waist, catching him completely off guard.
The giggles burst into laughter, followed by breathless pleas for the tall Russian to stop.
They stumble toward the bed together, Viktor following as Yuuri falls back onto the mattress, kicking his legs and waving his arms in useless defense.
Like a kitten with its belly exposed, trying desperately to fight off a human’s attack.
Eventually, Viktor stops. He watches as the last traces of distress fade from Yuuri’s face. The tension leaving his brows, the frown gone. Yuuri is handling his anxiety on his own pretty well. Still, Viktor wants to be sure.
“Yuuri. We had a deal.” he says softly.
“Yeah…I know…”
“I’m glad you’re talking about it,” Viktor says gently, pressing a kiss into his raven black hair. “You’re doing so well for me. Sharing your thoughts and trusting me. ”
“You sound like you’re still upset that when you started coaching me, we didn’t communicate very well. ”
“And I will amend that mistake for the rest of our lives.”
“Ugh. You really are hopeless.”
“In love with you, yes.”
“If you want to help,” Yuuri mutters, “at least tell me how you make sure to inspire the audience.”
“Well, first of all, I hid my authentic self under a mask for twenty-seven years, to entertain the audience, almost lost passion for the sport, had a burnout so bad that if this cute asian boy didn't dance his way into my life, I might have quit skating for good, and I had no healthy balance of work and life. I’m not sure I’m the best person to give advice.”
Viktor smirks, trying to make his tone light, but he catches the growing sadness in Yuuri’s eyes.
The number one fanboy of Viktor Nikiforov still can’t quite handle that harsh truth about his idol.
Giving the man underneath him one more kiss on the forehead, Viktor gets up and guides Yuuri onto his lap.
Then he wraps his arms around the smaller man, gently rocks them back and forth, patting Yuuri’s back as if he were the most delicate creature in the world.
“Yuuri, I know it’s hard to believe,” Viktor says softly. “But people already love you for who you are. You don’t have to do more than you already have. I certainly love the real you more every single day. Do you ever doubt that?”
“I guess you’re right,” Yuuri exhales. “Sorry. I’m such a mess.”
“You’re my mess,” Viktor replies. “And you never have to apologize.”
Yuuri nods, shifting his position slightly in Viktor’s warm embrace.
His presence feels so close. Dangerously close. Warm, calming, intoxicating.
Yuuri senses the subtle change in Viktor’s scent, and heat rushes to his cheeks.
Now that Yuuri slowly returns to reason, he realizes it might be his hormones that make his thoughts so restless these days.
Ugh. His omega really does act up sometimes.
He’s glad that he and Viktor are mated, and it’s easier now when one of them needs comfort or help settling those restless, almost animal-like instincts.
In fact, Yuuri does need Viktor’s way of grounding him. Distracting his anxious omega mind before those uncontrollable thoughts spiral into worst-case scenarios.
“Vitya.”
Yuuri purrs in Viktor’s lap, and he feels Viktor’s arm tighten around his waist almost instantly.
“Yes?”
Yuuri wants Viktor to distract him. To make him relax.
“Make me forget everything.” Yuuri said quietly.
He buries his face against Viktor’s chest, and Viktor can’t help but smile fondly.
“Okay.”
———————
Yuuri is not quite sure where Viktor is leading him.
He thought his scent was giving him away that he wanted an intimate session in the bedroom, to let his omega out so Viktor could do whatever he needed to help him unwind.
But Viktor just takes his hand, and guides him out of the bedroom and down the hall, toward…
Oh.
There they are, standing in one of the massive storage rooms where they display all the medals. It used to be Viktor’s trophy room, and now it is theirs.
Half of the display cabinets belong to Viktor, and the newer section is reserved for Yuuri.
“Look around the room.” Says Viktor.
They’ve been working toward filling the entire space, and they’re getting close. With Viktor by his side, Yuuri hasn’t missed a podium at any international event. Crazy how good confidence looks on him. It certainly boosted his performances and sent his technical consistency skyrocketing.
Yuuri had only asked his family to send over the most important medals from his earlier years to add to their shared collection: his junior national titles, Junior Worlds, and the Youth Olympics. Not all of them made it to St. Petersburg. Because he promised his parents and Yuuko that he would leave some to display at their family onsen and the Ice castle.
Still.
Even if it doesn’t match Viktor’s collection in sheer number, it’s a full room.
And an impressive one.
Yuuri’s medals are arranged chronologically, like a timeline of his personal growth. And of their journey together.
Two silver medals from their first grand prix series as coach and protégé. Soon after GPF in Barcelona, Yuuri claimed his first world championship gold with a clean short program and a clean long.
Yuuri sure rose to the top of the figure skating world in an astonishingly short amount of time.
Being four years younger, he even managed to beat Viktor in a few events when Viktor returned to skating for two more seasons. As the Olympics approached, Viktor announced his retirement since he wanted to focus entirely on supporting his beloved protégé.
(long story short, number one fanboy of Viktor Nikiforov was REALLY NOT taking that news well. It took Viktor months to make Yuuri stop pouting.)
Then Yuuri won the Olympics, and their kiss shocked the world again on international television.
Oh god, did they cry like a stupid couple. Yuuri wants to hide whenever he sees that clip of them at the Kiss and Cry.
Yuuri steps closer to the glass cabinets, drawn to the rows of medals below the Olympic gold in the center. GPFs, Worlds, Four Continents, World Team Trophy…
Yuuri is so lost in his memory that he didn't even notice Viktor leave and return with a large towel and a suspicious bag in his hand.
Yuuri gulps.
The Alpha is smirking, and Yuuri doesn't need to take a deep breath to know what their scents must be smelling right now.
Anticipation, tension. So much desire.
“Vi, Viktor?”
“Would you get on the chair for me?”
Oh my god.
Part of Yuuri is screaming so loud internally, the voice telling Yuuri to drop to his knees right there.
Yuuri swears it is not him. It is the omega instinct that is taking over whenever Viktor is soft but dominating like this.
Yuuri doesn't want to admit it, but it’s too late.
Viktor knows him too well because his omega biology won’t hide anything from Viktor. Simply can’t.
Feeling Viktor staring, Yuuri slowly walks towards one of the leather club chairs, standing by the one Viktor has already prepared, with a soft towel laid carefully over the seat.
“Clothes off.”
Oh.
He’s so nervous he barely registers that he’s still dressed like he’s heading to a formal event. Yuuri bites his lip as he starts to undress, feeling Viktor’s gaze follow every movement, setting his skin on fire.
Now is not the time to be self-conscious. Viktor put in so much effort to bring out the Eros inside Yuuri. If he lets doubts about his own body show, oh boy, the things Viktor will do to him…
Yuuri learned that the hard way.
He is not risking it - not when he has no idea what Viktor plans to do to him in this trophy room today. The kind of validation, reassurance, and physical touches from Viktor will leave him so overwhelmed, undone in ways his rational mind can barely handle.
Much to his omega’s liking.
Yuuri can feel how pleased his omega self is. Slick begins dripping down his thighs, his eager cock growing hard.
Pulling himself free of the fabric and letting everything fall to the floor beside him, Yuuri sits down on the chair, automatically spreading his legs.
Baring his creamy inner thighs so openly to Viktor sends a shiver down his spine. Viktor must be able to see the evidence of how turned on he is.
The alpha looks like he’s about to devour him.
“Why don’t you show me more?”
Viktor steps closer, grabs Yuuri’s ankle, lifting those long legs and resting them over the arms of the chair. Yuuri gasps as he’s forced open, exposed.
Then, Viktor slides a cockring at the base of his half-hard length.
Yuuri moans. He has little time to think about the pressure on his cock before Viktor leans down to kiss him, tongue invading Yuuri’s mouth. The cold cedar scent floods Yuuri’s senses.
“It would be easier if you weren’t always so eager here,” Viktor murmurs as he breaks the kiss, stroking Yuuri’s flushed cheek. He’s barely touched him, and Yuuri already looks like this.
“But knowing you, Yuuri, you can’t help it, can you?”
“Mmm! Viktor…want you.”
“You will give me traffic lights, will you?”
“Yes. green. So green. ”
“Let me open you up.”
Two long fingers disappear into Yuuri’s slick asshole, and Yuuri lets out a whine.
Oh GOD.
Why does Viktor always find his spot so precisely? He knows exactly how Yuuri likes it. Slow yet firm movements work against his prostate, while the other hand cups his leaking head, fingers pressing along his slit.
“Ah. Viktor. So good.”
“Don’t close your legs. Spread for me. ”
“Viktor…ah.”
Yuuri looked so beautiful like this, lying beneath him and completely at his mercy. Spread open for him. Only for him.
“You don’t get to come until I say so. Can you do that?”
Viktor’s teasing fingers circle around Yuuri’s cockhead, and he slowly starts scissoring inside him, adding sweet pressure to the velvet walls.
Yuuri’s breath hitches, his head falling back, and Viktor’s inner alpha is incredibly pleased to see the bare skin of Yuuri’s long, elegant neck exposed like this.
At this rate, the sensitive omega will come soon.
Not that Viktor minds at all when Yuuri comes quickly - well, one reason being, he does sometimes need tricks and even cheats a bit to keep up with his little stamina monster. More importantly, Viktor loves to be validated that he’d done a good job bringing Yuuri pleasure.
But today is about sweet torture. Knowing Yuuri, he’d probably enjoy any kinky punishment from Viktor.
Not until Viktor gives Yuuri a reminder of who he is, and makes Yuuri never doubt his achievements ever again.
“Can you?”
Viktor gives Yuuri’s length a firm squeeze, satisfied when Yuuri yelps in response.
“Ah! Yes, shit, Viktor, so much.”
“I know. You are already so wet,” Viktor smiles, tone teasing as he works Yuuri open. “You sure don’t need lube. My thirsty omega. Is this turning you on?”
“Ah! Wh-What?”
“Being in this room. Aren’t you proud when you see all your achievements? You’re catching up to your lifelong idol, you know.” Viktor stands up, broad shoulders looming over Yuuri.
“Idon'tknowwhatyouaretalkingabout. ”
Yuuri swallows, eyes fixed on Viktor’s chest. Viktor notices the shift immediately as he drapes his body over Yuuri’s.
Yuuri’s scent turned sweeter.
Their size difference has always turned Yuuri on in ways that surprise Viktor. Well, he will make sure the shorter Asian man gets exactly what he wants later.
“Why don’t you look around the room?” Viktor says softly. “Tell me your proudest gold.”
Thick blunt head presses against Yuuri’s entrance, and the omega trembles in anticipation. Viktor holds still, deliberately not moving, just to tease him.
“mmmm… Viktor, in me. Please. ”
“No. Not until you answer my question. ”
Viktor’s fingers trail across Yuuri’s clavicles as he presses their bodies together. The contrast in their physiques is painfully obvious when their chests meet.
Yuuri feels so small and overwhelmed being under his alpha, instinct taking over his rational mind - that his big, strong alpha hasn't claimed him, hasn’t mounted him like a beast right here.
How can he do this?
“Viktor, ah.” Yuuri pushes his hips back, seeking even the slightest friction, and Viktor stills him, large hands locking around his waist. Ticklish and breathless, Yuuri has no choice but to look up at him, fingers digging into Viktor’s forearms as he tries-and fails-to loosen the grip.
“It’s, it’s our first silver,” Yuuri gasps. “It’s not gold, but I broke the free skate world record. And… ah! Because it was our very first.”
Viktor’s eyes widen, then soften completely, melting into pure fondness.
“Wow.”
Viktor pulls Yuuri into a deep kiss and sinks himself inside him in one smooth thrust. Yuuri screams, but the sound is muffled. Tears of joy prickling at the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them shut.
Every time Viktor enters him, it’s still too much. With their bond amplifying every sensation. And with Viktor's very gifted size.
Yuuri has to catch his breath when Viktor finally breaks the kiss.
“Good? ”
“Yes - Shit, Viktor, you are too thick. ”
Reaching between Yuuri’s legs, Viktor starts slowly stroking Yuuri’s hard member. The omega’s gasps grow louder as Viktor continues to rock his hip, grinding against Yuuri’s so that the thickness assaults the weakest spot in the most torturous way.
“Shhh. It’s okay, you are taking it so well.”
Viktor pulls out a bit, and slams back in. Yuuri’s entire body jerks, and more slick drips down where they are connected.
“Fuck! Viktor, p-please,” Yuuri begs. Viktor won’t fuck him hard with a predictable rhythm.
The constant edging makes Yuuri’s dick hurt. The damn cock ring, evil, squeezes him tight, and Viktor’s cruel hand finds its way to the most sensitive part of the skin, just below the head. Everything is stimulating but blocking him from finding any release.
“I’ve got you.” Viktor wraps the omega in his arms, whispering into Yuuri’s ear.
Yuuri is almost suffocated when Viktor is on top of him like this, closing all the distance between them. Their bodies impossibly close. Intimate.
A constant reminder that he will always be overpowered, simple biology facts sending his mind wild.
“Ahh! I want to come, Viktor, shit, there- please! Please. ”
Yuuri whimpers as he melts in Viktor’s arms, hips lifting to meet the Russian man’s thrust. The sound of flesh clapping is absolutely obscene.
Yuuri can feel how much slick is dripping down his cheeks, making Viktor slide in even more effortlessly.
The wet sounds. So loud and clear that the sound alone is going to make him come.
“You can do better than this, Yuuri.”
Viktor aims for the weak spot inside Yuuri, and thrusts at a maddening slow pace. Each one is hard and firm as if he is attempting to bury his balls inside the omega’s hole.
It was too much yet not enough at the same time.
Yuuri tries to wiggle away from the overwhelming pleasure, but Viktor’s strong arms hold him in place. The alpha is releasing a kind of pheromone that is meant to comfort an omega in heat.
However, Yuuri isn’t in one.
Somehow, that only makes it more intoxicating. To Yuuri’s sober mind, it feels like Viktor is encouraging him to give in to instinct, to be fully omega for him.
“Vi..mmmm. Viktor. P-Please.”
Yuuri sobs.
There’s something delicious about Yuuri’s small, broken, frustrated whine that Viktor absolutely loves.
“Yuuri, my sweet omega. Mine and mine alone.”
Viktor drops light kisses along Yuuri’s shoulder, then presses a kiss to his chest. Hands tracing the path where he left the kisses… and then he stops.
“Viktor! Ah-so close. ”
Awww. Poor omega. Viktor thinks to himself.
So frustrated as his building orgasm is brutally cut off.
Viktor kisses Yuuri on the forehead, and he pulls out. An absolute struggle, because of how tightly Yuuri’s warm, welcoming hole clenches around him, begs him to stay.
Yuuri lets out a loud whine as Viktor lifts him up and shifts their positions.
He watches as Viktor walks away to retrieve the silver medal they just mentioned, and slips the silky ribbon over Yuuri’s head.
The cold metal settles against his bare chest, making his already sensitive nipples harden even more.
“Wh-ah!” Yuuri gasps. “Cold. ”
“Wear it for me.” Viktor sits back down on the chair and taps the top of his thigh. “While you ride my dick. won’t you?”
Yuuri straddles Viktor’s lap, expression confused, but his body is one step ahead. He rolls his hips obediently, searching until Viktor’s erection presses against his entrance.
“Ah, Viktor, help me.” Yuuri complains, glaring at the man who seems content to sit there with no intention of doing any of the work.
So he reaches down to grab Viktor’s length, coating it up generously with his own slick before lowering himself onto it.
Both of them moan as sparks of pleasure crash through them.
“Vi-Viktor, ” Yuuri sobs, hands braced against Viktor’s heaving chest to steady himself. It makes Viktor’s head spin, too. Yuuri feels even tighter like this when he rides him, and the view…oh god.
“Mmm, you look beautiful with proof of your hard work, and it pays off,” Viktor says and reaches to hold Yuuri by the waist.
THE VIEW. The sight of a sweaty, glowing Yuuri, arching his back and rolling his round, curvy hips, bouncing on his cock and moaning his name, is almost unbearable for the alpha’s ego.
Viktor’s heart is going to burst.
“Isn’t that always the case?” Viktor continues. “You work so hard on the ice, and just as hard in my bed. Good omega. Fuck.”
Yuuri whines as he sits himself fully down on Viktor’s thickness. Viktor grabs a handful of Yuuri’s tensed thigh muscle, the texture driving him mad.
“Ah!! No, no, deep, so full! I-I can’t. Mmmm-Ahhhh.”
“So good. You’re so good for me.” Viktor’s breath starts to grow unsteady. “Beautiful omega.”
It’s like Yuuri just naturally knows how to ride an alpha cock. Viktor grips Yuuri’s thighs, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his palms. Creamy skin over powerful muscle.
holy shit, Yuuri’s thighs.
It’s dangerous how badly Viktor wants to bury his face between them and he’d thank Yuuri to be crushed there.
Yuuri is panting. Eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the incredible feeling.
“Yuuri,” Viktor murmurs, “you’re purring.”
Yuuri can’t stop. He’s mortified, but being stretched around Viktor like this is pure bliss. His head feels extremely light, dizzy with the sweet, torturous burn rising from his core.
“Vitya. Mmm.”
I can’t help it. I am going to die on your cock. Yuuri wants to say, but words are hard when Viktor is buried inside him this deep, hitting all the right places without even moving.
Then, he hears a loud smack.
“Ah!!!!”
Viktor slaps Yuuri’s ass.
“Get moving.”
“Ride it,” Viktor orders. “Show me what your powerful body can do.”
Yuuri almost wants to cry. Because Viktor is not only very gifted in length and girth, but the techniques he would pull on Yuuri, after all these years of getting familiar with his body - The alpha doesn't need to try to make Yuuri fall apart.
Trembling, Yuuri takes a deep breath and starts riding Viktor.
Viktor watches as his cock disappears inside Yuuri’s inviting body. A pure work of art, god. Yuuri’s skin is flushed and almost shining with sweat, the silver medal bouncing against his heart with every movement.
His restrained cock slaps lewdly against his stomach, leaking despite the ring, and his thigh muscles contract with each push and down -
“Ah, ah! Vitya, please - it’s so good. Ah- I want to come!”
Broken moans spill from Yuuri’s mouth. His sex sobs always feed Viktor’s alpha ego.
“Feeling okay?”
“Yes—green—ahh!”
“I think you can come just from your omega hole, yes?”
“Ahhh, Viktor! You can’t be this mean to me..mmmm!”
“Do you need me to take this off?”
Yuuri is lost for words, looking just a little delirious. Seeing Yuuri hesitate, Viktor pauses.
“Solnyshko?”
And Yuuri shakes his head.
“N-no,” Yuuri gasps, running on autopilot now. “Shit, Viktor, it’s so hot and thick like it’s gonna split me in half! ”
Stamina monster that he is, Yuuri can be overstimulated quite easily. The pleasure is too much, weakening him in the knees and thighs.
He slows the up-and-down motion, switching to rolling his hips. But it didn’t help. The change in the angle makes it easier to assault his prostate.
“Alpha.” Yuuri sobs.
“Shit, Yuuri.”
Viktor stiffens. His inner alpha, hearing such a sweet call from his darling mate, is growling to be let out. Grips tighten on Yuuri’s hips as he feels his own orgasm getting close.
And Yuuri comes without a warning.
His entire body shakes involuntarily, warm heat clenching so hard as if he were going to milk Viktor dry. His trapped dick jerks, releasing only a weak spill across their stomachs.
Viktor curses in Russian, thrusting upward as Yuuri is left paralyzed by the intensity of his orgasm. Somehow, either it’s the thrusting, or it’s him speaking his native tongue, that makes Yuuri cry even louder. He collapses forward on top of Viktor and buries his face in the crook of the alpha’s neck.
“Good? ”Out of breath, Viktor tries to distract himself by holding Yuuri tight, stroking his hair and pressing a comforting kiss to his temple. He also takes the ribbon off Yuuri’s neck and tosses the silver medal on the floor, so that he can nibble the omega’s neck and inhale the intoxicating, sweet scent.
The air in the room is thick with their pheromone.
It takes Yuuri a moment to come back to himself. “Green,” he pants. “Viktor, ah. My dick hurts.”
“Let me take this off. You are doing so well.”
Viktor kisses him slow and deep, one hand moving down to remove the ring. It slips free with a wet pop.
Yuuri hisses at the sudden sensation, a rush of blood down there - so oversensitive, even Viktor’s careful touch sends sharp stings through him.
“Think you can handle more?”
Yuuri blushes as he realizes Viktor is still hard inside him. Viktor hasn’t knotted him yet.
Even exhausted, Yuuri’s omega aches for more. Being ruined more.
“Yes, Vitya,” Yuuri breathes. “Make me.”
Strong arms wrap around him. Suddenly, Viktor stands, lifting Yuuri up and starting to walk. Yuuri yelps in response, arms flying around Viktor’s neck as his legs automatically lock around Viktor’s hips.
Viktor hasn't pulled out. The fat, blunt head of his cock is forced deeper as gravity drops Yuuri onto the impossible girth. He lifts Yuuri up so easily as if he isn’t a 5”8 tall man.
“VIKTOR!”
Yuuri might be an omega, but he is a world-level athlete! “No, no, put me down-ah!”
“You know the word if you really want to,” Viktor growls low in his throat, hips snapping upward as he drops kisses along the side of Yuuri’s neck.
“Ah! Mmm! Ah, shit, it’s hitting there, there, Vitya-”
“I thought so too.” Viktor teases. “Hold on tight, solnyshko.”
Viktor continues to carry him mid-fuck, and he walks towards the glass cabinet.
The sensation is exhilarating. Even knowing Viktor will never drop him, fear floods Yuuri’s mind, mixing with arousal that has his heart beating crazy.
Yuuri has to deal with the fact that he is no match for Viktor, in terms of height. Or weight. Or biology.
He is strong and lean, probably not too heavy, but not light by any means.
He’s no doll!
Yet Viktor can manhandle him and do whatever he wants. Lift him up and pound him like a cocksleeve if he really wishes.
God, Yuuri missed this.
No matter how much Yuuri tries to escape, trying to fight the sweet hell of pleasure, he loses it. His conscious mind can’t even last longer than, he thinks to himself, maybe 30 seconds?
Once the alpha starts fucking him on the right spots. Or finds the right rhythm, the right pressure, the right pace.
It’s so easy to drown in whatever Viktor gives him.
Tears spill down Yuuri’s cheeks. A warm tongue gently licks them away.
“Yuuri, open your eyes.”
Through blurry vision, Yuuri realizes his back is pressed against the cold glass of the cabinet as Viktor starts to mount him. Yuuri parts his lips, but no words come out. Frustration and another round of orgasm start building in his core, as the intrusion stretches his body. His fucked open body, still trembling from the aftershocks of the previous orgasm.
“Do you want to know what I am seeing?”
Viktor tilts Yuuri’s chin up with one spare hand. Dizzy, Yuuri hears Viktor’s voice as a hot breath brushes his ear.
Ah, it tickles. Viktor’s everywhere, inside him, around him, his scent claiming Yuuri, his voice like a siren calling him to submit to his biological nature.
“Do you know how it feels,” Viktor murmurs, “watching you bloom on the ice for everyone, but I’m the only one who gets to have you like this?”
“Vitya, please, ahhhh~”
“Mmm. fucking you here. I’ve always wanted this,” Viktor says, tightening his hold. He lifts Yuuri just enough to make him drop again, drawing a broken scream from the scared omega.
“You should see how beautiful you look, surrounded by gold and silver. You deserve every single one of these. No one will ever doubt that you’re one of the best skaters in the world.”
“Ahhh! Viktor, please, I know. Please! ”
“Your jumps are so much more consistent now,” Viktor pants. “And your artistry improves every single day. You trust yourself. You’ve grown. You’re more willing to share what you feel.”
The words of affirmation hit harder than anything else. Surely Viktor does know how to make Yuuri shiver.
“You let people help you now. You work with your anxiety, and you do not let it hold you back. That isn’t a display of weakness. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Vitya, Alpha! ”
“Good. If you ever doubt yourself—”
Viktor puts Yuuri down and flips him. Pinning Yuuri on the glass, Viktor begins mercilessly pounding him from behind.
“I will drag you into this room and fuck you so hard until you remember.”
“Shit!!”
A strong hand pins Yuuri against the glass, making Yuuri look directly at the Olympic gold.
The alpha’s body cages him completely, board chest on Yuuri’s back, knees pressing in to force Yuuri’s trembling thighs open. And that cock buries deep inside Yuuri as he grinds in slow, punishing circles.
“Look at your medals.”
Viktor fists a handful of dark hair and yanks Yuuri’s head back, just enough to make his back arch into the prettiest curve without hurting the sobbing omega.
“Look. At. Them.”
Yuuri tries really hard. He really did.
His knees threaten to buckle. If not for Viktor’s big hands holding him up, he’d collapse on the floor, shaking like a mess right there.
The glass fogs with Yuuri’s ragged breath. Yuuri doubts that even if it were clear, he could focus enough to tell what the medals inside are.
All he can see is some sort of blurry reflection of Viktor, and that is all he cares.
“Must feel good to get railed while feeling so proud of yourself, right?” Viktor keeps thrusting. “I’ll claim you over and over again, until you remember how good you are.”
Wave after wave of pleasure hits Yuuri hard, and he starts shaking again, lost in ecstasy.
Viktor’s brutal pounding is making Yuuri bare his neck, head dropping down to reveal where their bonding mark is.
Viktor’s alpha instinct screamed at the sight, that he must satisfy this begging creature below him.
“Fuck yes. Yuuri. I will breed your omega hole until you remember how desperate I need you. Because you. Are. My. Mate.”
He punctuates the last three words with three brutal thrusts, each one aimed directly at Yuuri’s weak spot. Even with the sound muffled by Yuuri’s hand over his mouth, Viktor can hear how loudly Yuuri is screaming into his palm. The omega tightens, feverishly clenching those muscles as if he's completely lost control of his own body.
“Mine and mine alone. Are you worthy to stay by my side, Yuuri?”
“Yes!!! Fuck, Vitya, please!!”
Yuuri panics as each thrust sinks deeper than the last.
It’s too deep - far deeper than anything he’s experienced outside of a heat. Viktor’s approaching a rut-like state, too - he pounds him like a single-minded drive of instinct. It is what his mating and breeding instinct demands.
Yuuri sobs as he feels the knot beginning to swell inside him.
Viktor always pushes him like this when he’s about to knot him. The alpha's size is already insufferably thick and long, and now it’s threatening to go deeper.
And Yuuri can’t do anything but take it.
“Ahh, too deep, don’t go in any further, I can’t, I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna——””
“I’m not hearing traffic lights.”
“Ahhh!!! Vitya…Alpha!! Please please. Gre..green. Please, there. Please just come in me, I can’t come anymore..ahh!”
“Mmm. I don’t know about that, my stamina monster. You are already hard again. ”
“Fuck! Ahhh~”
Viktor grabs Yuuri’s bouncing cock, massaging the leaking head. The sensation hits Yuuri like electricity.
He knows that his stamina monster omega loves a little overstimulation.
Yuuri is always the same in bed, that competitive athlete pushing himself past every limit.
“Yuuri, shit. I am close. My cute omega, can you take it?”
“Yes…yes!! Alpha!!”
Overstimulated Yuuri is… an absolutely messy, feral animal.
Viktor watches as the poor omega underneath him pushes his hips back, arching his back desperately to provoke his mate, hands searching for Viktor’s arms.
Once he finds them, Yuuri scratches him.
Well, a fucked silly omega doesn't really have a lot of strength to cause actual harm. Still, Viktor hisses, grabbing Yuuri's wrists, and Yuuri melts at the warmth of his touch.
Instinct taking over, Yuuri turns around to look at Viktor, eyes teary and burning with sadness and fury that the alpha is not satisfying him.
“My darling, don’t cry.” The Russian leans down to kiss Yuuri.
“I’m gonna fuck this tiny hole till you get fat and round with my pups.”
This is the last straw.
Yuuri breaks, shuddering as slick pouring out of his abused hole. Viktor takes a sharp intake of breath as Yuuri squirts on his dick.
This kinky omega is going to be the death of him. Viktor found out about his husband's dirty little fantasies years ago. It never fails to surprise him that when he demonstrated the Eros choreography, Yuuri seriously felt being impregnated from watching him.
And that is within their first week together.
“Yuuri, Yuuri. Ah.” Viktor thrusts, voice deep and hoarse, “You feel so good. I’m gonna come inside you. I’m gonna come in your omega hole and breed you so much, you can't leave this room without getting heavy.”
Yuuri can only whine. The fantasy is so vivid that he has no strength left to keep himself upright. All his weight is on Viktor’s supporting arms now.
The bare, throbbing cock inside him is all he can feel. Yuuri always goes feral for Viktor’s bare alpha cock. Viktor stopped wearing protection once they mated, and they’re both on medication.
“Yuuri, you come so beautifully. My precious. “
“Alpha.mmm. Hmmmm!”
Viktor pulls out only to change their position, lifting Yuuri to carry him back to the chair. Yuuri clings to him tightly, not because he fears or doesn’t trust Viktor, but because his burning omega instincts demand closeness, demand that he give in completely and hang onto his alpha like a good fuckdoll.
Even after Yuuri’s orgasm, it doesn’t stop.
Viktor makes Yuuri sit on his dick and starts thrusting upwards again with his knot secured in place. Yuuri cries out, strings of pleading and begging flowing out, but none of that makes sense.
All Viktor hears is a pretty overstimulated omega crying for an alpha’s mercy, and all Viktor feels is the insane grip and silken warmth around his dick.
And so much slick.
God, Yuuri really is a squirter.
“You okay, solnysko?”
“Yes. mmm.. N-need you. Need your knot.”
Viktor shudders, cursing in Russian and popping his knot deep inside Yuuri. A sharp, helpless moan tore from Yuuri’s throat, as the alpha fills him to the brim with strong pulses of thick load.
“Ah, it’s so hot. Alpha!” Yuuri nuzzles into Viktor’s neck and scents him like crazy. “Vitya, I am your mate, I’m good for you, and I will never doubt my worth. Ah. Yes, yes! Please fill me!”
“So good. Yuuri. You are going to take it all. Going to fuck a baby into you.”
“Shit!! Ahh! Ahh-ahh, gonna get pregnant.”
“You’d like that, would you? Hmm, I can’t imagine how horny you will be all the time. I will need to work really hard to keep up with a pregnant you.”
“Alpha, alpha, please!!”
“You’d love that so much, I just know. You love being rawed. Might as well come inside you everyday cuz you can’t get more pregnant.” Viktor growls, “Right, Yuuri?“
“Vitya! Yes, ah! Breed me with your fat alpha cock!!”
“That’s it, take it.” Viktor pants, pressing reverent kisses along Yuuri’s tear-streaked cheek. “Come for your alpha again. Shit - ”
Yuuri is purring as heavy load fills him.
Viktor really will get him pregnant.
The last bit of his conscious mind tells him that’s impossible cuz Yuuri’s still on birth control. But one day, he’d retire, and they could discuss their future plans.
Probably it will all be up to Yuuri’s decision. Well, maybe Viktor doesn't mind at all.
Yuuri collapses on top of Viktor. He thinks he will be limping and walking funny tomorrow. Might as well just rest in bed all day.
They lay on the chair for a good moment, waiting for Viktor’s knot to deflate.
“Feel better?”
“mmm yes. Tired.” Yuuri shifts in Viktor's arm, still purring. “And sticky.”
“Let me carry you to the bathroom.”
Viktor’s eyes light up. Yuuri can't help but let out a giggle at this man underneath him. The stubborn Russian man will never miss a chance to be a good service top - His pride as an alpha demanded that he must carry his mate into the bath and take good care of him.
And ideally, spoil him rotten… if Yuuri lets him.
Yuuri nods with a fond smile, and nuzzles his face into Viktor’s neck.
———————
Once they are done, Viktor carries burrito Yuuri back into the bedroom.
Yuuri barely protests, already half-asleep in Viktor’s arms. Viktor spoons the smaller man so that he can press kisses however he wants, on Yuuri’s beautiful back and shoulder.
Yuuri had complained many times that Viktor is so clingy that he didn't even let Yuuri go use the bathroom alone after sex. Viktor just pouts in response, and hugs him tighter.
And really, what can Yuuri do except laugh and give in?
They cuddle on the king-size bed, Viktor stroking Yuuri’s hair, simply feeling those silky black locks slip through his fingers. Yuuri smells like a content Omega, purring slowly and curling into a tight ball, unconsciously pressing himself even closer into the alpha’s chest.
“Viktor.”
“Yes?”
“Which was your favorite gold?”
“Why don't you guess?”
Yuuri shifts a little, still boneless from the earlier activity. He tilts his head at Viktor’s responses.
The first Olympics - it must be. Viktor debuted at such a young age and WON the Olympics. Yuuri remembers watching it when he was still in the junior section. Watching that bright, round gold medal being presented to Viktor, watching it dangle against his chest, had forever inspired and changed him.
He remembers the exact moment his love and admiration for Viktor burst inside his chest, tangled with another powerful, almost bitter feeling. Extreme competitiveness.
Yuuri wants to be so good for Viktor.
To skate on the same ice with him, to stand on the podium with him.
Even above him.
And he did.
Somehow, he, an omega with a heart of glass, has stolen gold from Viktor, who claims that Yuuri creates music with his elegant body and his movement alone is lethally captivating. And who is now so utterly obsessed, that he wouldn’t even let Yuuri leave his arms after being attached in an extremely embarrassing position for over an hour.
Yuuri remembers that medal sitting in the center of the display cabinet on Viktor’s side. He turns to the big spoon behind him, ready to share his answer.
Only to find that Viktor is looking directly at him in his eyes.
“Umm, your first Olympics?”
“Good guess, but not close.”
Yuuri blinks in confusion, and Viktor lifts his chin and presses a kiss to his lips.
Somehow, a distant memory clicks in Yuuri’s head.
I don’t feel like kissing it unless it is gold.
There is so much love in that gaze that is impossible to hide.
Viktor was looking at him because he had the proudest gold he ever earned in his arms.