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KODA Dance Studio (St. Petersburg, Russia) - Evening of December 1st, 2018
Fuck. What he wouldn’t do for just a bit of champagne right now.
Fighting a wave of queasiness, Yuuri had the vague notion that this whole thing would be far less nerve-wracking if he could drink something to take the edge off. However, if he knew Viktor as well as he thought he did, he was almost certain that they’d be consuming some variety of delicious (and expensive) wine later at dinner, and it wouldn’t do to get drunk before they were able to enjoy their night together.
Bringing his leg up to rest on the room’s sole pole in a near standing-split, Yuuri thought of how ironic it would be to get smashed before his fiance could even get here.
Their Barcelona engagement would always be associated in his mind with the moment Yuuri found out about their first true meeting, back in December 2015 at the Sochi Grand Prix Final Banquet. In which case, getting smashed before he even got to reveal his part of their surprise anniversary celebrations might actually be a very appropriate thing to do.Glancing at the clock on the back wall of the empty studio room, he blanched, realizing there were just under five minutes remaining until Viktor was due to get dropped off by Georgi. Though their rinkmate’s driving was a bit scary at times, Yuuri was more than grateful that he’d been available to help out with the evening’s logistics.
Despite a partial meltdown from anticipatory embarrassment, he had managed to get Gosha1 to agree to be Viktor’s chauffeur with only minimal teasing around the scandalous nature of his surprise: a sexy pole routine set to Rihanna’s ‘Yeah, I Said It’. Imagining how his love would have likely put up a fuss – “but Gosha, it’ll mess up my hair!” – Yuuri really hoped that Viktor had given in and worn the blindfold he’d instructed for him to wear on the ride over. He’d thought about forcing him to wear ear plugs as well, but had ultimately decided that would be overkill.
With butterflies jockeying for position in his stomach, he began a series of deep inhales and exhales, trying to remind himself that Viktor generally ended up adoring everything he had ever gifted him.
And yet…While the rational part of his mind knew this (after all, it would hardly be the first time that Yuuri would be pole-dancing for him), his gaze drifted critically over his makeup, his outfit, the layout of the studio room, and wondered: would he be making a fool out of himself tonight?
Though Yuuri had no memory of it, he knew that his fiance had been captivated back in Sochi, when he’d watched him make his way around a pole for the first time. Back then, however, the experience had been a novelty.
Surely Viktor had gotten tired of this gimmick by now, right? The fact that Yuuri could pole-dance, and might even be somewhat decent at it…was that really an adequate surprise for someone who had made it his life’s mission to always do the opposite of what was expected?At that moment, he heard his phone’s text tone chime from where it was lying on the foldout chair next to his heeled, 4-inch thigh-high designer boots, and hurried over to check his messages.
His heart fluttered when he saw who it was from.
As he read the grammar-scarce sentences, tears pricked in his eyes.
Not for the first time, Yuuri marveled at how well Viktor had grown to know him; it was like he’d developed a direct line to his thoughts, and could sense when his anxiety was beginning to make him self-destruct.He’d already begun typing out a sappy reply when he realized with a pout that his love wouldn’t be able to read it while blindfolded. Yuuri took a deep breath; he’d be seeing him in just a matter of minutes, anyhow, and felt some of the tightness leave his chest, now more excited than nervous.
He bent down to begin putting his boots on, and let himself enjoy the sounds of one of his favorite playlists: a collection of songs he’d started compiling shortly after they’d begun dating. Particularly when Yuuri was doubting himself, these songs helped him get into the ‘eros’ mindset.As Ro James' falsetto commandeered the room, he stood up and cast an approving eye over his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling back wall mirror.
The outfit2 he’d chosen had been the culmination of several shopping trips with Alina (his co-teacher at KODA), calls to Phichit-kun and Christophe for advice, and more than a few hangry tears from the multitude of desserts he’d staved off of the last few weeks. The material of his shorts was comfortable but breathable, so he was able to slide against the pole easily without worrying about chafing. Plus, he had to admit that they accentuated his ass rather well.Snapping a picture to send to Phichit, Yuuri giggled at his best friend’s near-instantaneous response, which consisted of several exclamatory messages in all-caps as well as five lines of nothing but fire, drool, and chili pepper emojis.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, and he checked the clock.5:30pm. Right on time.
Yuuri grabbed the luxe satin dressing gown he’d brought from home, slipping it on before making his way over. Putting a finger to his lips to remind Alina not to say anything lest she give away their location, he opened the door to reveal his Vitya, who was blindfolded and bouncing on the balls of his feet with endearingly obvious excitement.
“You made it!” Yuuri greeted him, immediately feeling a rush of fondness at observing his enthusiasm.With a push from Alina, Viktor stumbled into his embrace.
“Yayy!! Hello, Yusha, I missed you!” he cried, attempting to lift him off the ground, once he’d realized who was hugging him. “What’s going on? You smell good! And you’re taller! Can I take my blindfold off now?”Feeling the rest of his nerves flee immediately at Viktor’s voice and touch, Yuuri gave a happy laugh, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
With a wave over his shoulder at Alina – who made sure to lock the door for them before exiting, as he had instructed probably thirty separate times – he stepped back and grasped his fiance’s hand.
“Hello Vitya, I missed you too!” Yuuri replied, beginning to lead him towards the chair where he’d be sitting for the duration of the performance.
“You’ll find out what’s going on in just a minute, but you’ll have to keep your blindfold on for a little bit longer, ok?”
He followed these words with a kiss to Viktor’s knuckles, feeling a cozy warmth in his chest as he reciprocated just a second later.
Now finally in front of the chair he’d set out, Yuuri wondered if Viktor might feel more comfortable with a few of his layers off.
It was a typically frigid December day in St. Petersburg, but the studio itself was on the warmer side. His love was wearing the deep green Prada wool coat he’d bought for him as a birthday present last year, his luxe black trapper hat (which contained a hole at the back for him to slip his long ponytail through), and an extra long black cashmere scarf, looped twice around his neck.
“Baby, I think you’re gonna get too warm if you stay in your winter clothes. Can I help you take some layers off?” Yuuri asked.
Smiling widely at his question, Viktor nuzzled against him, practically purring his reply.“Of course! As if I’d ever say no to an offer from my Yuuri to undress me.”Grinning, he made quick work of taking off his coat and accessories, noting that Viktor was, as usual, sporting head-to-toe designer wear underneath, even if it was a more casual outfit: slightly distressed black denim, black leather chelsea boots, and a rich, plum-colored cashmere sweater with what looked to be another layer underneath. Placing his hands on his fiance’s strong, muscled shoulders, Yuuri gently pushed until he had lowered down into the chair.Then he began to walk away, calling over his shoulder that his blindfold should stay on, and that he was not to get up from his chair.“Yushaaaa, you sound so far away now!” Viktor called out, plaintively, in response. “Don’t leave, I want to hold you some more and kiss your cute face! How could you deny me like this on our engagement anniversary? I may die from the stress!”Yuuri giggled at his whining; Viktor could be adorably impatient when forced to wait for something.
He’d debated with himself around when would be best to start his routine, ultimately deciding that he wanted to tease his love for a few moments and observe his reaction to his outfit before truly getting on with the show.
As such, he’d gotten Alina’s help a few weeks back to make an extended version of the song, looping the first 40 seconds twice. This gave him about 1 minute and 20 seconds of lead-in time, and a full 2 minutes and 13 seconds to dedicate entirely to being on the pole. Even while on the shorter side for a full performance, Yuuri was always exhausted by the end; he had choreographed it to be quite demanding.
“You love the suspense, Vitya, don’t lie!” he sing-songed in reply, before slipping the dressing gown off.
Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure everything was to his liking, he jutted his hip out and licked his crimson-painted lips. He hoped they’d look shiny under the bright studio lights. Viktor loves me, Yuuri (soon-to-be) Katsuki-Nikiforov, and no one else. I am the only one who can satisfy him! I am his enthralling pork cutlet bowl fatale. With these three sentences beating a steady drumbeat in his head, Yuuri clicked ‘play’ on the doctored version of ‘Yeah, I Said It’ on his phone. Tinged with the promise of thrills and seduction, Rihanna’s sultry voice filtered into the room, and he called out to Viktor once more.“Ok, anata3, you can take the blindfold off.”As he channeled all of his eros into strutting towards his fiance’s seated form, Yuuri kept his eyes trained directly ahead so he wouldn’t miss his reaction when he removed his blindfold. Even with a few paces still separating them, Viktor's sharp inhalation of breath and brazen cursing did not disappoint.
“Holy fuck, Yusha,” he choked out, his voice sounding strangled.Yuuri preened as he noted the way his wide eyes trailed his figure up and down, and the way his hands clutched at the sides of his chair. His knuckles were white from the force of his grip, and his torso wriggled, restlessly. He crossed a leg over his knee, no doubt in order to hide his burgeoning erection.“Make sure to keep your hands at your sides, gorgeous,” Yuuri instructed, now almost directly in front of him.When he was about a foot away from his captive audience, he smirked and turned around, bending over slightly. Gyrating his hips, he grinned at the sound of Viktor’s stuttered gasps behind him, feeling powerful at the wanton noises his dancing was already generating.
After around fifteen seconds of this, Yuuri straightened up and turned again, to face him. With swift but gentle motions, he leaned over to uncross his love’s legs and then turned around to sit in the part of his knees. He was now straddling him, so that his back was pressed flush with Viktor’s chest. As Yuuri’s shorts made contact with the bulge still forming in his jeans, he heard another curse tumble from his lips, followed by a pleading, unintelligible cry.“Shit! Yusha, hnngh!”
Resisting a moan upon feeling the hardness prodding at his back, he sought out Viktor’s hands on either side of him.
Covering them with his own, Yuuri wrapped them around his body, one coming to rest over the heart-shaped nipple covers on his chest, and the other sliding across his abdomen, hovering in the space just above the waistband of his shorts. With his fingers maintaining this secure hold, he pushed his ass back and ground against his fiance, hard.
“Hahhn!”
“Fuck, yes, Vitya!”
Their gasps mingled beautifully as Yuuri circled his hips in time with the song’s electric opening.
With his head lolling back against Viktor’s shoulder, he could hear and feel every minute hitch in his breath. Combined with the sight of their intimate embrace in the mirror’s reflection, it sent a rush of dizziness to his brain. Abruptly, he released Viktor’s hands, stood up, and began to shimmy his shorts down to his knees, revealing the bright red, mesh-paneled underwear he’d bought to match the underbust corset-type top he’d chosen to wear.
Yuuri sat back down, relishing the contrast between his near-naked presentation and his love’s fully-clothed form.“I think I’m going to die, lapochka4,” Viktor choked out, indeed sounding quite distressed by the slow grinding occurring over his crotch. “Ты сво́дишь меня́ с ума́!5”Even with Yuuri’s attention captured almost completely by the hardness against his asscheeks, he couldn’t help but giggle at Viktor’s desperation.“Mmmmm,” he drawled out, slowing his lap dance to a tantalizingly slow pace, “we can’t have that, can we, Vitya? It wouldn’t be right for you to die before you to get to witness the real show.”The answering whimper set off a current of heat pooling near his groin, but Yuuri knew he only had about twenty-five seconds left to get in place to start his routine. Rather reluctantly, he stood up and tugged his shorts into place to make his way over to the pole. Before he could even lift a heel, however, he felt his fiance’s desperate hands scrabbling at his hips, and the tickle of his feathery, neatly-trimmed bangs trailing across the expanse of his lower back.“You’re so sexy, my Yuuri, how did I get so lucky?” Viktor muttered, lowly. The feel of his warm lips just above the waistband of his shorts raised the hairs on his arms.Heart practically singing from the praise, Yuuri turned around to face him, leaning down to cup his flushed cheeks. The blue of his eyes was arresting as always, and for a moment, he zeroed in on the enthralling glint dancing within them.“I’m the lucky one, Viten’ka. I’m so happy to be yours,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to his nose. “Now, don’t take your eyes off me,” he added firmly, allowing his voice to drop an octave before backing away.While he would have liked to have made his way over to the pole without having to look away from Viktor’s endearing pout and grabby hands, Yuuri didn’t quite trust himself to walk backwards in his towering boots. Turning around with ten seconds to spare, he made long, sure strides to the pole a few yards away, and clasped it tightly. His timing was spot-on; the intro loop of music drew to its end, transitioning to the main body of the song.
Time for his intricate choreography to make its debut.
Over the last nine months since he’d acquired his teaching certification at KODA, Yuuri had given his love plenty of opportunities to see him work his magic during the classes he taught.
At one point, Viktor had practically begged him to be allowed to install a pole permanently in their apartment, but due to the floor layout (not to mention Yuuri’s worry that they might never leave their place if such an upgrade was made), he had soundly rejected this idea. Apparently, Viktor was still holding out hope to convince him, as he’d learned from a very amused Christophe texting him one day.In any case, by now, his fiance had seen him execute fairly advanced spins and transitions, so Yuuri had wanted to up the ante for this particular routine. After two-and-a-half months of taking private classes with KODA’s most senior teachers, he’d managed to master two new and exceptionally difficult moves, which he’d now been able to reliably integrate into the dance.Easing into things with several seconds of body rolling followed by a split grip lift, Yuuri raised himself up onto the pole with a basic climb.
He next made the challenging transition to a bird of paradise, his first newly achieved pose.
While holding his body in the taxing shape for several beats, he made sure to make eye contact with Viktor.
Though Yuuri was mostly concerned with maintaining a true split and ensuring that his right foot was pointed and arched properly, he did gleefully register the look of astonishment on Viktor’s face. The literal open-mouthed stare he was receiving gave Yuuri a burst of confidence, and with his stomach swooping joyfully, he did several stag-spins in preparation for his next configuration: a reiko pose.
Though he’d been able to perform this particular move for years, it had been a challenge to get a feel for it while practicing in his boots, as the shoes he wore when teaching or dancing on his own were much more modest in height.
Due to the increased length on his leg, he had struggled with maintaining the correct angle between his left leg and the twist of his hips, as his upper body had to lean in such a way to grab the pole two-handed. While he wasn’t sure his lines were as crisp as he’d wanted, he realized that this hardly mattered: his love continued to stare at him, spellbound and practically drooling.
At the moment, Viktor was watching him from the very edge of his seat, and Yuuri felt another thrill of satisfaction when he spied the high flush on his cheeks.“So far so good,” he thought to himself before tightening his abdomen.Praying that he wouldn’t kick himself in the back of the head (as he’d done many times while practicing), he flipped himself into marley pose, thankful for the fact that despite outward appearances, the vinyl of his shoes was quite good for gripping.
Since he wasn’t a masochist, he’d planned after marley to switch to some easy floor work so as to give his body a break. Lowering himself down the pole using a back slide, Yuuri alternated on the floor between body slides and slow, sensual hip gyrating in cobra
for about twenty seconds.The entire time, his eyes never left Viktor’s absorbed expression.
As he began to palm himself, even stronger waves of arousal crested around Yuuri’s gut at the sound of his Vitya’s strangled swearing. Averting his eyes, he tried to remember what came next, and was thankful for muscle memory kicking in, much as it did on the ice when he got into his groove.
Lifting back upright, Yuuri utilized several seconds of back-hook spinning to get high enough on the pole for his last two moves, the first being a a jade split that had the insides of his thighs screaming in protest. After holding this for five seconds, he made the quick transition to the show-stopper: a meathook split.
Over the last several weeks, there had been many times when Yuuri had considered just replacing it with something slightly easier, but Alina’s constant encouragement had helped to ground him when he was doubting he could achieve it in time.
As his right arm clutched desperately to his ankle, he made a mental note to thank her when he laid eyes on Viktor, who was squirming in his seat, his eyes glued to his upside-down form. Yuuri was impressed he hadn’t broken and touched himself yet, then immediately bit back a curse at the thought; if he began to visualize his fiance palming himself, he might not be able to manage the very sexy and elegant dismount that he had planned.
Breathing deeply through his nose, he transitioned into several seconds of reverse grab spinning, then lowered himself gradually in a diamond toe turn.He had done it.With his heart hammering in his chest, Yuuri reflected on how he’d utilized every ounce of his resolve at hand, fighting the strident protest from his hamstrings to smoothly execute both of his remaining moves as the music’s pulsing beat faded out.
Straightening up from the toe turn and feeling the sturdiness of the glossed wood beneath him once more, Yuuri registered the sheen of sweat gathered at his hairline, and became acutely aware of the sound of his panting in the quieter room. The music would continue to loop, but he had made sure to pre-set the volume to automatically decrease after his performance ended.
Leaning with his back against the sweat-slicked pole, he glanced up to meet Viktor’s gaze, startling a bit upon realizing that he was standing only a few feet away with his arms outstretched.Apparently, he’d been unable to wait for him to catch his breath.“Fuck…that was incredible, Yuranya,” Viktor said shakily, sounding awed. “I need to touch you. Please, can I?”A heady rush of power licked up Yuuri's spine as he noted how wrecked he already looked: his lips were spit-slicked and swollen, as if bitten from strain; his cheeks contained high spots of color; and best of all, his jeans were unzipped and slightly lowered to reveal the obscene tenting in his underwear.
Apparently, Viktor had broken the rule about keeping his hands to his sides.
Yuuri also noted that he had a number of flyaways, presumably from removing his sweater. This just left him in a thin, long-sleeve henley that did nothing to hide the swoon-worthy definition of his biceps.
As he grinned and nodded his consent, he thought of the many hours of planning and practicing that had ultimately paid off for the electrifying sight in front of him. Viktor's obvious arousal and the aching need in his voice…that was all his doing.
Before he was properly aware of it, Yuuri felt strong arms grip the backs of his thighs, and as he was lifted up, he automatically looped his legs around his love’s waist, crossing them at his lower back. His arms raised to curve around his neck, and as the movement brought them into close proximity, he gave a full-body shiver at the promise of all that was to come.
“God, you’re so sexy, my Yuuri,” Viktor growled, pressing a sloppy kiss just under his ear. “Seeing you like that, you have no idea what it does to me.”The blatant heat in his voice went straight to Yuuri’s dick, and he squirmed a bit while being carried across the room.
As he listened to Viktor’s praise-filled whispers in Russian and English, he felt the sneaky fingers of one hand creep up under the fabric of his shorts, while the other remained firmly on his ass. Releasing a groan at the contact, Yuuri buried his face fully in his fiance’s neck and began mouthing at his tender skin, which was unacceptably devoid of any hickies at present.“Fuckkk, wait, Yusha! Come here, honey.”His head was lifted and he had one fleeting moment of awareness that he was once again seated on Viktor’s lap – straddling his thighs, but facing him, this time – when hungry, frantic lips crashed into his own.As they gasped into each other’s mouths, Yuuri was suddenly being kissed as though the world was ending.
Viktor’s tongue slipped in between the part of his lips to tangle with his own, trailing shamelessly over his teeth and across the roof of his mouth. In a remote corner of his mind, Yuuri knew that the sounds they were making while rutting against each other sounded crazed, but neither of them seemed bothered enough to want to stop and reassess whether they should take things down a notch.Blooms of heat spread across his body in all the places he was being touched, his love’s fingers mapping the terrain of his skin with searing intent. One of Viktor’s hands was anchored firmly in his gelled, swept-back hair, but the other trailed across his body restlessly: along the length of his neck, down to slip beneath the band of his underwear to grasp at his ass, around to his front to rub against the heart-shaped nipple covers adorning his chest, and again downwards to skirt over his clothed cock, which had started to tent the fabric of his shorts.
If Viktor hadn’t been sucking voraciously on his tongue all the while, Yuuri would have started up a long string of garbled curses in all the languages he knew. Given that his mouth was so thoroughly occupied, all he could manage to do, however, was produce a keening sound that he hoped he wouldn’t be too embarrassed about later.
All of a sudden, he felt his fiance lean away, moving his lipstick-smeared mouth to his ear, instead. Yuuri had to choke back a yelp as he felt the whole of his lobe get swallowed up in the heat of his scorching mouth.
“Ohhhhh, my GOD, anata,” he groaned out, maddeningly turned on by the sensations. Each one was causing his heart to thump like a battering ram against his ribcage.
His cock was growing quite hard in his underwear, and with how aroused Viktor looked to be in his jeans, Yuuri expected he’d soon be forced to take them off.
“Please, my Yuuri,” Viktor suddenly breathed, the warm breath making him tremble as it gusted over his skin. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel, watching you. Tell me what to do.”
Through the haze of bliss, Yuuri finally registered the words his love had spoken, and opened his eyes to face him, head-on. He was glad he was seated, because the pure need in Viktor’s gaze would have likely caused his knees to give out.
Yuuri felt his heart flutter as he saw the intense desire to please reflected back at him. He preened, internally; no matter how often he’d seen Viktor like this – worshipfully offering his complete submission – it never failed to take his breath away.When he spoke his reply, he hoped the reverence in his tone was obvious.
“Of course, Viten’ka,” Yuuri answered, his voice hushed. “You always make me feel good, sweetheart.”Viktor beamed at him, and he returned his smile, every nerve ending alight with a heady mix of desire and tenderness.
“Start with my chest, and use that pretty mouth, love,” Yuuri commanded, softly, sliding backwards on his thighs so he’d have room to work.In the meantime, he raised his arms and placed them on his shoulders, lightly gripping onto them.
Taking a moment to wrap both arms around the small of his back, his fiance hunched down, slightly, until his mouth was level with his sternum.
The shock of his warm, wet lips around one of Yuuri’s pebbled, still-covered nipples prompted a full-body jerk, and he yelped as he felt probing teeth close around the stiffening bud. After only a bit of attention paid to this sensitive spot, he could feel his cock straining proudly against the waistband of his underwear, and arched his back in ecstasy.
“Yesss, just like that, Vitya.きもちいい!6” he called out.Even as his spine curved to push his chest up towards Viktor’s relentless mouth, Yuuri remained enveloped in a deliciously protective hold. He shivered at the feel of strong arm muscles sliding across the expanse of his back, continuously.“I love making you sound like this,” Viktor responded in a mumble, punctuating his words with tiny kisses and nips to the skin of his breastbone.Shifting minutely, he proceeded to lick a long line between his nipples, tracing back and forth between them.
“Hnghh!” Yuuri cried out, the sensation of that wet, trailing tongue going directly to his cock.
Suddenly, he couldn’t bear to wait any longer, needing to feel the heat of his love’s mouth, directly.
“I want to feel you against my skin. Uncover my chest,” he firmly instructed, appreciating how Viktor instantly moved to obey.As his gentle fingers peeled back his nipple covers, Yuuri trembled in anticipation, reveling in the way Viktor was biting his lip with his gaze glued to his bared chest.
“Go ahead, Зайчонок7. Take what’s yours,” he commanded, thrilling in the tremulous moan that escaped his fiance’s lips at this directive.Viktor chose to forego easing into things, delivering a hard bite to his bare nipple that had him shouting out, unintelligibly. He then followed this up with a sweet kiss, and on this pattern went, from side to side.
Bite. Kiss. Bite. Kiss.
Yuuri felt himself being lulled into a soothing, predictable rhythm, which is why the feel of Viktor’s blazing hot tongue laving against a stiff peak had him shuddering, craving even more of his touch.“Use your fingers,” he panted out, tightening his grip on his shoulders.
In response, his love began to circle one of his nipples with a teasing, maddening slowness, and Yuuri decided he needed a tiny reminder of who, exactly, was in charge. Reaching out with one hand, he gripped around the base of Viktor’s ponytail, and gave it a firm tug. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough for him to have to peer up at him, causing their gazes to meet.
His fiance’s captivated expression and startled gasp nearly broke his focus, but Yuuri managed to keep a clear head, leaning down so that he could speak directly into his ear.
“Imagine all the fun we could get up to, honey,” he whispered, before nibbling a bit on Viktor’s earlobe.He grinned at his responding groan, shot through with need.
“What if I ordered you to keep playing with my nipples while I tie you to this chair, and then ride you, nice and slow? You’d have to be a good boy and stifle all of your loud moans while I have my way with you,” he continued, pure lust rendering any shame he might have felt at the dirty words completely null.
A taut silence stretched out between them for a moment after he’d uttered this provocation, and then Viktor groaned out as if struck, burying his face in the crook of his neck in overwhelm. It was clear that he appreciated the scenario he’d described.In a moment of prescience, Yuuri had packed their favorite bondage ropes in his bag before leaving for the studio. Even without this forethought, however, they’d have been set; he and his love were shameless enough that they’d already defiled this room a few times beforehand, so he’d decided to permanently stow away some of their “supplies” in his staff locker.Eventually, Viktor lifted his head up to meet his gaze, and Yuuri’s stomach flipped at the searing need he saw in his eyes.“Yes, anata, wh-whatever you want,” he answered, his words both hushed and strained.At this earnest response, Yuuri felt he had no choice but to join their mouths together, their subsequent kiss all tongues and teeth. It was passionate, and urgent, and so, so hot.
“Mmmm, we’ll see, love,” he murmured against his lips, after breaking away, slightly. “For now go back to using your mouth and fingers.”Viktor instantly obeyed, pinching both of his nipples firmly in between his fingertips, which caused Yuuri to yell out, nearly whipping his head back. Wanting to keep his eyes on the beautiful sight in front of him, however, he contented himself with biting his lip and watching ravenously as Viktor added his mouth to the mix.
“Such a g-good boy,” Yuuri whispered, brushing his thumb against his fiance’s temple. “My pretty baby, doing so well.”Viktor moaned at the praise as best he could with his mouth pressed to his skin, and the resulting vibrations made his dick jump.
He nearly shouted out in rapture, his abdomen clenching from strain.Trailing his fingertips downwards from Viktor’s temple, Yuuri moved to splay them out across the nape of his neck, gripping firmly in a way that made him inhale, sharply.
This sound repeated when he slipped the fingers of his free hand inside of his shorts, and began to touch himself. With their close proximity, he made sure his love could feel the movement of his hand grazing his stomach through the fabric barrier.
“Watching you like this gets me so h-hard, lapochka,” Yuuri said, breathily, keeping the grip around his cock loose, and his strokes slow.
Viktor’s answering whimper caused a renewed surge of heat to lick up his spine, and he quickened his pace, slightly.“You make the cutest sounds when you’re making me feel good,” Yuuri continued, making his voice lilt in the sugary-sweet way he knew drove him crazy.
His tone had its intended effect, and only a few seconds passed before Viktor began to squirm. He continued to work his mouth over his chest, but was clearly in need of more.
Deciding to take pity on him, Yuuri moved the hand on his fiance’s neck to the jut of his chin, pushing slightly so that he’d look up again. He nearly swore, lowly, at the thread of saliva that continued to connect them even as their faces were now turned towards one another.
“I want to feel those obedient lips around me, love,” he said, taking in every minute change in Viktor’s face as he reacted to his words: the flushing of his cheeks, the urgent way he began to bite his lip, the widening of his stunning eyes.
At Viktor’s earnest (and adorable) “yes, please, Yusha!”, Yuuri pressed a kiss to his forehead before sliding off of his lap and getting to his feet.
His love suffered from knee pain frequently enough that they avoided having him on his knees during intimacy as much as possible, especially if a soft surface like their bed wasn’t available. As such, it was a given that Viktor would remain seated as he blew him, with Yuuri standing directly in front of him.
He was back on his feet for all of one second before he remembered Viktor’s enthusiastic response to his earlier words. He hadn’t reserved the room for long enough to actually ride his fiance as he’d teased, but he could at least restrain him, knowing how much they both enjoyed the sight of Viktor in a display of such overt submission.
Wheeling around, Yuuri strode across the room to where he’d dropped his bag and retrieved a packet of wet wipes, a makeup wipe, lube, their bondage shears, and two bundles of their favorite gold-tipped Coco do Mer bondage rope.
As he crossed back over to where Viktor was seated (and fidgeting impatiently), Yuuri trailed the makeup wipe over the lower half of his face, grinning a bit at how thoroughly smeared his lipstick had gotten. While his love’s similarly messy mouth was certainly an erotic sight, Yuuri wanted to see his pretty lips free of any stain as they wrapped around his cock. Once he was back in front of Viktor, he bent down to begin cleaning his face in turn, and giggled when he tried to dodge his hand to plant a kiss on his newly-cleaned mouth.
“Yushaaaa,” Viktor whined, after his third failed attempt.At this point, he was pouting rather shamelessly.
Yuuri laughed, and gestured at the rope before facing him with a kind smile.“Let me tie your hands, Vitya, and then I’ll give you all the kisses you could ever want,” he said, feeling a wave of fondness for how his fiance instantly brightened, his heart-shaped smile following in short order.“Yay!” Viktor chorused, sounding elated.He then tugged his henley off without even being prompted.
Yuuri took a second to admire his toned arms and abdomen, reaching a hand out to trail his fingertips over his bare skin.
They’d been engaged for nearly two years, but he sometimes still found it hard to believe that he got to touch him like this: uninhibitedly, with his full attention and focus…a focus Viktor craved.“Look at you,” he murmured, thrilling in the audible shiver his love gave when he grazed his fingertips, lightly, over his ribcage. “So beautiful.”A faint blush began to spread over Viktor’s nose at this praise, and he almost sounded shy when he replied with a quiet “thank you, my Yuuri”.With this, Yuuri stepped behind him, and tapped both of his elbows: one of their nonverbal signals to convey the position he wanted Viktor to assume before being restrained. In this case, his fiance’s arms would be immobilized behind his back, with his elbows sticking straight up in the air. Each set of his knuckles would be pressed against the other, meeting behind his back, right over the base of his skull.
Though it wouldn’t do for a longer-term position – Yuuri would never risk riding him while keeping his arms like this, for example – it would be fine for something like a blowjob.
As he worked to restrain him, he pressed kisses to Viktor’s flushed neck and shoulders, checking in periodically to make sure nothing was too tight. Yuuri was rather proud of the progress he’d made over the last year in his shibari technique, and had become quite skilled at this particular tie, managing to complete it fairly quickly.
As he stepped back around, Yuuri was pleased with their angle relative to the mirror, which gave him a spectacular view of Viktor’s bound arms. Reaching for his jawline, he gently turned his face so that he could see his reflection as well.“Look at how sexy you look, miliy moy8,” he instructed, delighting in his love’s blissed-out expression.“Hmmm…we look so good like this, my Yuuri,” Viktor replied, with a bit of a goofy grin; when it came to bondage, it didn’t take much to tip him over into a hazy dreamscape.
This was especially the case if they were doing an actual scene where penetration would be involved. In those scenarios, Viktor reached subspace nine times out of ten, and that frequency never failed to fuel Yuuri’s sense of possessiveness, nor his pride at being the one to help him achieve such euphoria.“We do,” Yuuri responded, simply, before bending down to administer the kiss he’d promised.
Then another.
And another.…could it be helped that his fiance’s mouth was so enticing?
Eventually, however, the sounds of their combined neediness was too much to ignore, and Yuuri planted his feet and tugged his shorts and underwear off.
The shock of air against his dripping dick made him swear, lowly, in Japanese, but considering the height of his heels, he was just glad that he was able to maneuver his clothes off without losing his balance. Feeling a bit smug, Yuuri grinned at the desperate noise Viktor made when he stood, now fully naked in front of him, except for his boots.
Wanting to see Viktor similarly bared, he kneeled down to tug his shoes and socks off, then directed him to stand.
With his eyes fixed to his face, Yuuri slowly unzipped and peeled his jeans off, revealing his signature black bikini briefs, underneath. They were struggling, valiantly, to keep him covered, and a close examination of the stretched fabric revealed that they were soaked through with precum.“Fuck, Vitya, look how hard you are,” he whispered, before leaning forward to nuzzle against his erection.“Hnngh!” his love rasped at the contact, throwing his head back with his mouth slightly agape.
Yuuri began to press kisses to the damp fabric, listening intently for the sounds of his labored breathing, growing in volume with each passing second.
Once he noted Viktor’s legs begin to tremble, he decided to pause his ministrations, and commanded him to take his seat once more.Though Yuuri had meant to get things rolling right away, he couldn’t help but note the way Viktor’s gaze was glued to his boots. His fiance looked seconds away from drooling, and a flicker of mischief tugged somewhere around his navel as he reached for their tube of orange-flavored lube. Viktor watched him intently as he squeezed some directly onto the point of his boot, and then groaned as if struck, his mind clearly having caught up to his intent.Once Yuuri had applied a liberal amount directly onto his shoe, he slowly, ever so slowly raised it up, nudging it in between the part of Viktor’s legs, right up against his clothed cock.Yuuri could have come from the utterly wanton wail that he gave in response, as well as the way his hips bucked, trying for even more contact.
“Godddd, Yuranya!” Viktor called out, his eyelids fluttering desperately and his teeth worrying frantically at his lip.Yuuri grinned at this display and began to arch and point his foot, the torturously teasing gestures forcing the point of his boot to come into and out of contact with his love’s rock-hard dick, repeatedly.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds before Viktor was jolting and edging backwards, his facial features morphing from enthralled to hesitant.“I wanna be good, Yusha! I might come if you keep that up,” he called out, his eyebrows furrowing, cutely.Yuuri had to resist the urge to coo at his endearingly worried expression, and quickly put his foot down, switching immediately to praise.“So good for me, anata. Thank you for letting me know,” he replied, bringing a hand up to cup Viktor’s cheek.
For a few seconds, they merely looked at one another in that gooey way they often did, and Yuuri began to trace his fiance’s lips with a light touch of his thumb.
Viktor’s impatience soon won out, however, because without warning he opened his mouth and began to suck on it, bobbing his head in a manner that had Yuuri planting his feet to combat the immediate weakening of his knees.
The tension in the air between them ratcheted steadily higher with every noisily lewd slip of Viktor’s slick mouth up and down his finger.“As cute as you look right now, I think you need something a bit more substantial between those needy lips, hm?” Yuuri practically growled, once he’d collected himself.
His love groaned out, unintelligibly, but the desperate pitch of his voice was easy enough to interpret.
“Start with just the tip, baby,” Yuuri ordered, his stomach flipping at the way Viktor scrambled to obey, immediately releasing his thumb to lean forward and clamp his lips around his cockhead.“Yabai9!” he immediately yelled out at the contact, jerking slightly.
Thankfully, he managed not to thrust too deeply into Viktor’s mouth; for now, he wanted him to set the pace.
As his fiance fervently sucked on his cock, Yuuri placed his hands back on his shoulders for balance, and tried to keep his hips from bucking. All the while, he kept up a steady stream of praise, finding Viktor’s enthusiastic noises as he worked, adorable.It wasn’t long before Yuuri’s legs were shaking, his plight not helped in the slightest by his toweringly high boots.“Ease up, Vitya,” he instructed, wanting to give him an opportunity to relax his jaw for a bit.
Plus, as good as his own stamina was, Yuuri truly did need a short break from the relentless pressure and throbbing heat of that talented tongue.
Immediately, Viktor popped off of his dick, and Yuuri nearly came from the sight of him looking so disheveled underneath him, waiting patiently for his next command. His shiny lips were dripping with spit and pre, and not minding the mess in the slightest, he leaned down to kiss him, filthily.As Yuuri swirled his tongue around Viktor’s, he swallowed the shocked gasp that his love let out in response, and moved his fingers down to pluck at his nipples. Grinning at the way Viktor cried out as he played with his chest, he proceeded to suck on his bottom lip, wanting his mouth unobstructed so he could hear all of the prurient noises he was making.“Yessss, bozhe moj10, my Yuuriiiii,” Viktor groaned, the subsequent mewling sound causing Yuuri’s thoughts to scramble, deliciously.
As he leaned away, he had to stifle a giggle at Viktor trying to chase his lips. He straightened up, feeling a little bad.“I know, sweetheart,” Yuuri said, soothingly, petting his jaw a bit, and feeling a surge of affection at the puppy-dog eyes he was being given. “Afterwards, you’ll get plenty more kisses. So many, you might get sick of them.”Without missing a beat, his fiance shook his head to express his disagreement with those latter words, and let his mouth fall open, sticking his tongue out. Yuuri nearly swore at the hunger he could now read in his gaze.Gingerly, he brought his cock back to his lips, sighing out at the way Viktor slid forward, smoothly taking several inches at once.
“Fuckkkk, don’t stop, Vitya,” Yuuri choked out.He began to breathe heavily, and pushed in, minutely.
Observing Viktor’s body language carefully, he slowly inched forwards and drew back. On this went, for a minute or so, with the two of them alternating between his love driving the action (sliding his lips up and down his thick shaft), versus Yuuri controlling the pace (thrusting his dick in and out of Viktor’s mouth, though in a measured way).
At this point, Viktor was panting, and his eyes were scrunched up, etching deep lines of desperation into his forehead. Even in his need, however, he had refrained from squirming, and other than moving his mouth to pleasure him, he was keeping absolutely still: a perfectly placid picture of obedience.And while Yuuri adored that restrained side of him – the one that complied
with his directions exactly to the letter – he also longed to see that total control crack a bit.
As he’d grown more and more comfortable Domming, Yuuri found that he reveled in making his fiance completely unravel, shattering apart during his submission.
Thus, he tapped gently above Viktor’s brow bone: another one of their nonverbal signals.
When he hollowed his cheeks and gave an imperceptible nod in response, Yuuri began to move in earnest, eventually reorienting his hands to place one at the back of his head, and the other lightly against his throat, wanting to feel as his cock slid down Viktor’s gullet.
“So gorgeous, honey-bear, taking my dick so nice and deep down that beautiful throat of yours,” he murmured, relishing in his love’s pleased, answering hum, no doubt due to the use of his favorite endearment.
As he continued to shift in and out of that rapturous, wet heat, Yuuri’s eyes stayed glued to Viktor’s every feature.
His bottomless azure eyes began to water with each incremental push into the furthest recesses of his mouth, and a palpable tension lurked around the edges of that tempting maw, sucking him in, relentlessly.
Moving his fingers up to splay them just over Viktor’s jawline, Yuuri caught some of the tears that had begun trickling down his cheeks. His own abdomen clenched persistently with every slight tightening of the coils of heat encircling his torso, poised to snap as the seconds passed.“Just like that, Vitya,” he rasped out, praisingly, being sure not to get so immersed in pleasure that he’d miss Viktor’s safe-signal, should he need him to slow things down or stop completely: given that his mouth was occupied and his hands were bound, they'd agreed upon a persistent stomping of his feet.
Even as Yuuri searched Viktor’s face, trying to ignore the insidious voice in the back of his head telling him he was going too far, being too greedy, acting too rough, he could see just how thoroughly his fiance was enjoying himself. Viktor had started up an unending chorus of whimpers as soon as he’d taken over, and during the short, interspersed periods when Yuuri slowed his pace, he made his protest known. His brows furrowed, unhappily, and he swapped his noises of desperation for impatient huffs until Yuuri resumed the rougher, faster treatment.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Зайчонок? You’re sw-swallowing around my cock like such a good boy. Do you like when it h-hits the back of your pretty throat like this?” he asked, in between heaving breaths.Immediately after, he cried out at the slight spluttering sensation of Viktor choking and moaning, eagerly, around him.
Yuuri could feel the coils of heat that had snaked around his chest and arms tensing and squeezing with abandon, nearly stretched to their limit.
It would probably be less than a minute before his orgasm rolled through him, so he tightened his hold just slightly around his love's throat, shuddering at the utterly erotic keening sound that escaped Viktor in response.“So–”
Thrust
“fucking–”
Thrust
“perfect–”
Thrust
“–for me, Viten’ka,” Yuuri growled, now plowing forwards with much less caution than before, but being sure to keep the hold he was maintaining on the back of Viktor's head from becoming painful.
His fiance's skull was cradled in the palm of his hand, and though Yuuri's fingers had found their various placements in his loose ponytail, he never wanted to yank on Viktor's hair, or create an actual chokehold around his neck. He aimed to exert a firm pressure, rather than a trapped environment.
“きもちいい! You’re going to make me come so hard, miliy moy, I’m so close,” Yuuri called out, wishing it were possible for him to keep thrusting, while simultaneously peppering Viktor’s sweat-soaked hairline with kisses.In response to his declaration, his love began to shudder, and Yuuri slowed a bit.“Where would you like me to come, honey-bear?” he asked after another half-minute, pulling up short so that he could hear Viktor's response, muffled as it would inevitably be. “Maybe down your gorgeous, needy throat? Or on your chest and stomach? You always look so sexy with my cum streaked all down your front.”Viktor just continued to peer up at him with that open, trusting expression, and swallowed languidly around his dick, buried all the way at the back of his throat. Yuuri groaned in pleasure, sensing that his lack of noise meant he preferred a third option: his face.He shivered at the dirty images that began to flood his mind, unbidden, and made sure to confirm out loud as he began to move again, aware that time was quickly running out.“Should I paint your beautiful face, then, Vitya? You’ll be such a good boy, and hold nice and still while I make a mess of it, won’t you?” Yuuri asked, his voice becoming even more sugary-sweet the closer and closer he neared climax.
Immediately, his fiance vocalized his enthusiasm, arching his back so that it almost looked like he was offering his face up, right then and there…like a pure, untouched canvas for Yuuri to have his way with. As he began to bat his eyelashes at him in a teasing, demure manner, the coils of tension around his body snapped, and Yuuri scrambled, pulling out of Viktor's mouth with an obscene pop! As he wrapped a hand around his streaming dick, a distant part of his mind noted that he’d begun to chant under his breath. Whether in Japanese, or English, or even in Russian, Yuuri couldn’t be sure, but none of it mattered, not when Viktor immediately moved to the edge of his seat, perching there expectantly and tilting his face up towards him with a ravenous expression.“F-fuck yes! Are you ready for me, pretty baby?” Yuuri asked through a groan, making a conscious effort to speak in English as he began to stroke himself.
He somehow managed to keep his eyes peeled, intent on taking in the riveting sight before him.All it took for stars to erupt behind Yuuri’s eyelids were two twists of his wrist, plus the image of his love opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. With a mewling sound that he knew he wouldn’t have the energy to muster up embarrassment over later, he came in thick stripes, all over Viktor's waiting face.
“Kuso!11” he swore, heaving and tottering a bit precariously from the shock of his climax. “So good, Vitya!”
Staggering forward to drape himself momentarily over Viktor’s much steadier shoulder, Yuuri attempted to catch his breath, his mind racing ahead to a surefire way to make his fiance come, as quickly and pleasurably as possible.
Reaching back down for the forgotten tube of lube, he once more coated the point of his boot, but made sure to also add a bit to the stiletto portion, even though he intended to use that side to a lesser extent; he didn’t have the greatest sense of balance while standing on one foot, and obviously didn’t want to risk Viktor injury.
Without any prelude, Yuuri raised his foot up to nudge at his crotch, pushing even more insistently than before at Viktor's cock.“Ah, Yusha! Ne ostanavlyvaysya!”12 his love immediately cried out, his pitch suggesting he was mere seconds from shattering apart.
Though Yuuri had already climaxed, he felt renewed coils of arousal as he watched Viktor arch his back in ecstasy, and writhe in his seat as he added even more pressure in tiny circles against his covered, straining dick. It was an inarguably lewd sight, what with the way his own cum was still streaked across his face.“That’s it, anata. Go ahead and let go, I want you to feel so good,” Yuuri cooed, feeling utterly mesmerized by the sight of Viktor in rapture.
As he switched to using his heel, he thrilled in the surrounding clamor of breathy, unintelligible wails, wanting to preserve those noises for extensive re-examination, later.
“Come for me, Vitya,” Yuuri ordered, his tone changing, veering back towards that stern, commanding variety that he knew his fiance adored…the one that never failed to make him unravel. “Go ahead and make a pretty mess for me, sweetheart.”Viktor came with a veritable scream. It was shot through with wholly potent desperation and Yuuri lowered his leg, watching with rapt attention as he flung his head back, his ponytail whipping behind him to hit his still-bound arms.Even though he wasn't the one that had just orgasmed, Yuuri became aware that they were both gasping heavily, and he waited for Viktor to right himself a bit before cupping his cheeks. He then began to shower him in praise, interspersing his words with a smattering of kisses all over his face, tasting a mixture of his love's tears, spit, and his own cum.“You were perfect, honey–”
Kiss.
“So gorgeous, coming so hard for me, and you made me feel amazing, too–”
Kiss.
“I love you, Vitya, thank you for making me feel so good–”
Kiss.
In the midst of his outpour of affection, Yuuri cleaned Viktor's face with a wet-wipe, and helped him to raise up, slightly, so that he could pull his bikini briefs down.It was clear that Viktor wouldn’t be coherent enough to speak for a bit, but they’d practiced and discussed aftercare so much at this point, that he had a good sense of exactly what to do. As Yuuri cleaned him up as well as the chair he’d been sitting on, he made sure to keep one hand on the back of his head, petting his hair with constant, gentle motions.His fiance was obviously sensitive, so he apologized when his touch made him flinch, now and then.Observing that he’d finally caught his breath, Yuuri knelt down beside him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and encouraged Viktor to lean against him.
“Are you ok, Viten’ka?” he asked, quietly, continuing to cuddle him and play with his hair.A few moments of quiet persisted before Viktor sighed out, the sound dreamy and light.
“Hmm….I’m fantastic, Yuranya. That was an amazing anniversary gift,” he answered, knocking their heads together, though gently.Yuuri began to giggle, and leaned back a bit so that he could peer up at him.“Are you talking about my pole routine, or that designer-shoe-induced foot job?” he asked him, teasingly, before grinning at the cute blush that crept up his face in response.“Definitely both,” his love responded, before biting his lip and leaning over and behind his shoulder, to stare at his boots. “Speaking of which, you should probably take those off before you get me going again.”Yuuri laughed loudly in response, feeling overjoyed, not only for the fact that his surprise had gone off without a hitch, but also at the fact they’d both been so overcome with lust that they hadn’t even been able to manage waiting to go home before devouring one another.
His face heated a bit, making a mental note to check the room over thoroughly before they exited; the last thing he needed was a ribbing session from Alina.
“In truth, the only complaint I have about all of this is that now my surprise won’t seem good enough,” Viktor said, jutting his bottom lip out a bit.
Yuuri rolled his eyes, fondly, before leaning up to kiss it.
“You’re silly, Vitya,” he replied, following this up with a light massage over Viktor’s scalp, enjoying the way his eyelids began to flutter in bliss.
“Don’t you know it’s the same for me, too? I’m sure I’ll love anything you gift me, because it’s from you. Besides, I’m still recovering from the effort you put into my birthday festivities, so you’ve built yourself up a nice cushion,” he continued on.
This really was true; for his 26th birthday, his fiance had somehow managed to fly his parents, sister, Minako-sensei, and all five of the Nishigoris into town, without rousing any suspicion from him, whatsoever.
A week prior to the actual day, Yuuri had come home to their apartment after ballet class, and had been convinced he’d fallen asleep and was dreaming in Lilia's studio when Axel, Lutz, and Loop had run up to him and begun climbing all over his legs. As such, the first ten minutes or so of that happy reunion had been spent with Viktor and his okaasan trying to console him in his fit of ugly-crying, while Takeshi and Mari snickered at his elated weepiness.
“Hmmm...” Viktor drawled, tilting his head and closing his eyes, as if contemplating his words.
“Nope, I’m sorry, Yusha,” he finally chirped a few moments later, popping the ‘p’ loudly. “I’m afraid I’ll continue to be utterly inconsolable, convinced that I’m the world’s worst gift-giver unless you keep kissing me.”Yuuri giggled again, and leaned in to chastely meet their mouths, before resting their foreheads together.
"Well we can’t have that; I couldn’t possibly allow my fiance to be utterly inconsolable while we're celebrating an engagement anniversary,” he quipped, kissing him again, his chest aflutter at the return of his love's signature heart-shaped smile.“I knew you’d understand, my Yuuri!” Viktor crowed, before clinging to him with such enthusiasm, that they immediately toppled over.“Ow! Vitya! This floor is freezing and we’re both completely naked.”“You’re in luck, Yusha! I happen to have a number of ingenious ideas as to how we can warm up, mostly revolving around your earth-shatteringly sexy boots, which you should never take off. Option 1: we start by…”
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Footnotes:1. This is one of the standard Russian diminutives for the name ‘Georgi’Back2. While he’d wear something of higher quality (since he can definitely afford it!) his outfit is based on this very sexy ensemble from Yandy. Initially, he’d also wear these shorts over the underwear, but wouldn’t plan to keep them on for long ;)Back3. Japanese term of endearment, often used by wives for their husbands. This doesn’t really have an English translation, but is thought to be similar to “dear”Back4. Romanized version of the Russian term of endearment, translating to “sweetheart”Back5. Russian phrase, translating to “You drive me crazy”Back6. Japanese dirty talk, pronounced kimochi, translates to “That feels/it feels good!”Back7. Russian term of endearment for a male loved one, romanized as ‘zaichonak’, meaning “bunny”Back8. Romanized version of the Russian term of endearment, translating to “sweetheart”, “my love”, or “dear one”. This endearment is gendered male.Back9. Japanese way of saying “Oh my god!” in a sexual context; also translates to “that feels really good”. It would be written as やばいBack10. Russian exclamation of surprise, this is typically translated to “oh my God!”Back11. Fairly common way of swearing in Japanese, used for expressing overwhelm/surpriseBack12. In Russian, this basically translates to “don’t stop!” and is an expression that is really only used in bed (to my knowledge), and used as part of dirty talkBack