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The heat of the summer sun met yuri’s skin in warm waves as he laid on the sand of the beach. The young man was lying on his side with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the waves crashing and seagulls flying near and far. Next to him, his lover, victor nikiforov, sat with his legs straight, leaning back on his hands, watching the unpredictable waves flow. The two had been together for 4 years now. Through their ups and downs, wins and losses, they had stuck by the other’s side, and every day they spent together it was clear that they were making the right choice to stick together.Victor had chosen to retire after his season of coaching yuri. The decision did not come easily, many months of talking it over with yuri, debating in his own mind, and venting to makkachin had led him to the decision, but when the announcement was made, victor still felt as though he had let so many people down, despite his long period of self reassurance and support from yuri and his family. Yuri had helped him move to hasetsu that year, and though victor felt like he was letting his fans down, he couldn’t help but be happy with the life he had chosen.Yuri peered his eyes open, glancing up at victor from his spot on the sand. It was clear that he was lost in thought. Victor’s eyes stared out into the sea, his eyebrows were furrowed. It was clear that whatever was on victor’s mind was bothering him. Likely yuri’s next season. They had been talking about it a lot already, planning themes, possible song genres, and victor had already started training yuri on new techniques he wanted the younger man to try now that he was more capable and advanced.Yuri reached for victors hand behind his back, placing his own gently on top. This snapped victor out of his spiral of thoughts. His expression softened as he looked down at yuri. The two had spent so much time together that they could nearly read each other’s minds. They were connected, knowing each other so well made it impossible to hide any emotions, as both of them could pick up even the smallest hint of negative emotions coming from the other. Victor moved his hand against yuri’s and grabbed it gently, rubbing his thumb against the other man’s soft skin. Yuri had tanned quite significantly from the summer sun, he and victor found themselves outside often.Victor smiled at yuri gently, full of love and emotion. His smile conveyed how happy he was to be by yuri’s side, and the smile yuri gave back said the same to victor. Neither of the men had thought they would find love so unexpectedly, but here they were, living in yuri’s home town, spending every waking moment by each other’s side, planning their wedding and giving each other all the love they could carry. Yuri’s family had welcomed victor in so lovingly and victor had grown to consider them his own family as well. Every day felt like a dream, and victor and yuri wouldn’t change it for the world.Victor stood up and helped yuri get up as well. Wordlessly they began to walk back to their home, hand in hand. Yuri’s parents had begged yuri to stay living with them and help with yu-topia, and when yuri announced that he and victor wanted to live together, they were glad to offer him a spot there too. Victor and yuri were happy living at yu-topia, despite somewhat lacking in privacy, they both loved to have yuri’s family so near and be able to spend time together daily in the off-season.As they walked into the front doors of yuri’s home- now both of their home- makkachin greeted them, jumping up onto victor’s chest and licking his face. Victor and yuri took a moment to pet the poodle, laughing at the excited dog. Once makkachin had decided he’d had enough attention, he ran off again into the house, leaving the two men in the doorway alone. Yuri gave victor a loving look and grabbed his ringed hand once again, leading to his childhood bedroom at the end of the hall, the one they now shared.The room was different now that victor too lived in it, it felt more like home than yuri had ever felt before. Victor’s belongings scattered throughout the room, mingled in with yuri’s own possessions made the space more comfortable, the two of them agreed it felt less lonely just seeing the other’s stuff mixed in with their own.Yuri closed the sliding bedroom door behind them as they entered, giggling and tripping about who-knows-what as they flopped down on the edge of yuri’s bed. Yuri laid on his back looking up at the ceiling, victor followed after laying next to him. Victor raised his hand straight into the air, it was something he did often, admiring his engagement ring from a distance. Yuri noticed him staring at it and smiling quite often. Yuri brought his own hand up to victor’s, showing his ring as well.They admired their rings for a moment, then, victor slowly dropped his hand back down to lay on his stomach and turned to yuri. Yuri mimicked his movements, now looking in victor’s eyes, still smiling contently. Victor reached up his hand and placed it on yuri’s cheek and then leaned in to bury his face in yuri’s hair.Yuri placed his hand on top of victor’s, gently stroking it and closing his eyes as victor took in the smell of his hair. Yuri smelled like saltwater and sun, victor mumbled it and yuri smiled a little wider, leaning up to catch victor’s lips in a chaste kiss. Victor smiled against yuri’s lips and after a moment the two slowly pulled away. The hand on yuri’s cheek moved gently, thumb rubbing circles and lines. Victor leaned back in for another sweet kiss, and then several more. Soon, the older man was gently kissing yuri’s face everywhere he could reach.Victor took his time kissing yuri. Early on in their relationship they had both been starved for any contact, any intimate act was hurried and desperate. Nowadays, they both liked to take their time, slowly and methodically showing their love. There was no need to rush anymore, they both knew they weren’t going anywhere now, that fear was long gone, replaced by love and gentle emotion. Victor kissed the edges of yuri’s mouth, his chin, his cheeks, the small mole on the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and eventually made his way down to the younger’s neck.Yuri always smelled so nice, victor noted in his mind like he had several times before. He carefully kissed yuri’s neck, moving the hand on his cheek down to his waist where he let it rest. As his lips made their way to yuri’s shoulder, victor’s hands slipped under yuri’s lounge shirt, rubbing slow circles on his sides with warm hands. Yuri breathed out heavily when victor started to gently bite and lick against his shoulder and neck. His hands made their way to victor’s hair, one of yuri’s favorite spots to touch, and intertwined with the strands gently, rubbing softly at his scalp.Victor’s hands gently slid up yuri’s sides, his shirt hiking up higher. Yuri’s skin covered in goosebumps as his stomach was exposed to the air conditioned room, he shivered at the feeling and buried his face into the backs of his hands on victor’s head. Victor brought his other hand up to yuri’s stomach. He placed his hand gently on his navel and slid it gently up to the middle of his chest, taking more of yuri’s shirt with him.Yuri, understanding what victor wanted, sat up slowly to take off his shirt. Victor watched as yuri’s nimble hands moved the shirt over his head and laid it gently on the floor next to the bed. While he was at it, yuri also removed his lounge pants for convenience. Now left only in his pair of boxers, yuri turned his head to look at victor, smiling gently with lightly flushed cheeks. He reached towards victor, gently undressing him as well until the two sat facing each other, nearly unclothed, on their bed.Yuri was the first to move again. Leaning over victor, placing his hands on his thighs for support, yuri pressed a firmer kiss to the taller’s lips. Victor had learned early on in their relationship that yuri liked to take charge when it came to intimacy. Yuri was still a very shy and reserved individual, but when it came to their bedroom activities, yuri enjoyed being the one in charge. Victor figured it made him less insecure, to play the part that way, confident and competent, and victor enjoyed it quite a lot. Anything that made yuri feel more sure of himself was a win in victor’s eyes, and he felt special knowing he got to see yuri this way, that he gets to experience this side of yuri when no one else does; he took immense pride in it.Yuri moved closer and closer to victor, kissing and whispering lovely things to his partner, until he eventually found himself sitting on victor’s thighs. Victor’s arms wrapped around yuri’s frame, his head tilted up to keep kissing the man above him. Yuri’s hands roamed freely around victor’s chest, the two of them were getting more desperate as time passed. After a particularly noisy whine from victor’s mouth, yuri moved his hips forward until they were flushed against the man under him.Both men groaned quietly at the contact and yuri began to slowly move his hips back and forth against victor’s. Their arousal grew at the friction, and victor and yuri shared soft moans and whispers of praise between desperate kisses. This is how they liked things–though most of victor’s fans would be surprised at how gentle he is–the two of them only cared about feeling the love of the other.Yuri broke the string of kisses with his lover swiftly. He crawled off of the older man and turned to the nightstand next to the bed, opening the drawer to retrieve the small bottle of lubricant they always kept there. Victor watched as he turned his back, he could see how flushed he was, even with just the dim light peeking through the blinds. Yuri always flushed easily, turning bright red in the winter, and dark red when he was tanned from the sun’s kisses.Yuri was truly gorgeous, victor thought, and then he said it out loud, singing praise to his fiance about his beautiful figure. Yuri turned around and smiled gently, returning the compliment sincerely. They were both smitten, absolutely head over heels for each other, and victor relayed this thought to yuri, who laughed in agreement and crawled back into his lap, but not after stopping at the edge of the bed to pull down his underwear and leave it on the floor where he stood. Victor’s eyes raked over yuri’s body, no matter how many times he gets to see him up close like this, yuri still manages to steal the breath from his lungs.Yuri hides a small smirk when he sees the way victor is looking at him and sits back down on his lap where he previously was. Victor’s hands instinctively move back to rest on yuri’s hips and yuri places another small kiss on his lips, pressing the cold bottle in his hand against his lover’s chest. Victor takes the bottle from yuri’s hands, hesitant to leave his hips, but knowing what comes next will be much better. Yuri adjusts himself on victor’s lap, back arched in a way that gave his fiance perfect access.Yuri’s head leaned into the crook of victor’s neck as he heard the cap of the bottle gently pop open. Victor allows some of the thick liquid to drip onto his index and middle finger and rubs his thumb against it to warm it up. He whispers sweetly into his love’s ear and kisses the side of his head as his hand reaches down towards yuri’s ass. Using his free hand, victor gently grabs one of yuri’s cheeks, squeezing lightly and spreading yuri’s legs farther apart around his own. Yuri flinches slightly when he feels victor’s middle finger rub circles at his rim, but he quickly relaxes in anticipation.As soon as victor’s middle finger gently slips in, yuri lets out a sigh that turns into a soft moan. His body relaxes against victor as the digit slips deeper. It doesn't take long before victor is able to add a second finger, and he begins to slowly thrust them in and out, scissoring and stretching them to make sure yuri is well adjusted and comfortable. Yuri moans and sighs, softly moving his hips back to victor’s hand with each gentle thrust. Victor is whispering soft praises in his ear, and yuri’s cock throbs at the words.It doesn’t take long before yuri is fully prepped, but victor continues his ministrations, loving to hear the soft sounds yuri makes while his fingers bury deep inside him continuously. Victor purposefully ignores yuri’s prostate, opting to wait until victor’s length replaces his fingers inside him to make yuri feel best. Hecan tell yuri is getting more desperate as time goes on, his hips snap back stronger to meet victor’s hands. Sweat is beginning to drip down yuri’s forehead, his bangs stick down and his glasses painfully dig into victor’s shoulder and neck, but he can’t bring himself to care all that much in the moment. Victor loves to see his lover in this state, and he guesses it won’t be long before yuri decides to take control again, so he savors the moment while he’s able to.His guess is correct, though, and victor soon feels yuri’s hands grip onto his shoulders for leverage. Victor gently pulls his hand away from yuri, wiping it on the duvet mindlessly, waiting for his fiance’s next move. Yuri doesn’t make him wait for long, as he starts pulling at the waistband of victor’s boxer briefs that have gotten way too tight by now, his erection straining painfully against the tight fabric. Victor helps yuri with his goal and slips the piece of loathing to the floor where they land on top of yuri’s.Victor is barely back in his spot on the bed before yuri is carefully grabbing his leaking cock in his hand, firmly stroking once from the base up to the tip. Victor groans in response, having missed the earlier friction. Yuri dipped his thumb into the tip of victor’s length, causing the small bead of precum that had built there to drip down until it caught on yuri’s index finger. He continued to stroke victor for a short moment, hand firmly stroking up and down, dipping his thumb into the tip each time. Victor groaned with each stroke, whispering yuri’s name and russian curses that yuri hadn’t quite picked up on yet.Victor hadn’t realized his eyes were closed until yuri let go of him to readjust and they opened, searching for his love’s touch. Yuri shushed his gentle whine and pushed victor down onto his back. Victor adjusted until he was comfortable on the bed and then reached out for his lover. Yuri had located the lube once again and spread it on his hand while victor got comfortable, and he stroked victor twice more before climbing back over him, legs caging the older man’s and reaching between his legs to align himself with his fiance.When yuri slowly sunk down, both men groaned quietly. Yuri’s head fell forward, and as their hips connected he moved both of his hands to rest on victor’s chest. Victors hands had already gripped onto yuri’s hips, trying to ground himself and not get lost in the sea of pleasure yuri always crashed over him. As yuri adjusted, he experimentally ground his hips against victors, and in doing so, the head of victor’s cock had brushed lightly against his prostate, eliciting a sharp breath from the dark haired man. Yuri leaned over victor more, adjusting his hips to be at the perfect angle to grind down on his lover. Victor’s hands guided yuri’s hips as well, he moved his hips subtly to the rhythm that yuri had set. Victor was once again enamored by the sight of the love of his life.Victor couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was. Yuri was everything he had never dared dream of in a partner. Yuri loved him completely, with all of his heart and soul, and victor considered himself immeasurably lucky because of this. Everything about yuri reeled victor in. yuri’s passion for everything he does, his dedication and strong will, his devotion. Yuri was perfect in victor’s eyes, nothing could make him see otherwise. Yuri was beautiful, an absolute work of art, and above him right now, yuri looked just as elegant as ever. Yuri’s eyes had fallen shut and his glasses threatened to fall off his nose with every movement. Sweat had stuck most of his hair down at this point, and coated the rest of his body as well. When yuri moved his hips, his core and thighs flexed, mesmerizing victor in a trance only his graceful lover could break.Yuri lifted his hips up, causing victor to grip tightly at him, and then sunk back down, slowly settling into perfect pace that made both of them forget all words but the other’s name. Victor gripped tighter and yuri’s sides now, his own hips bucking up into yuri’s heat with each deep thrust. Soon victor could tell his beloved was getting tired, and he decided in an instant that he needed to save his stamina for practice. Yuri was gently pulled down into victor’s embrace and he rested his head against victor’s collarbone. Victor took over now, holding onto yuri’s lower back with both arms, he braced both his feet on the bed to thrust up into his lover.Victor liked it better this way, he decided. He could hear yuri’s sounds much closer and clearer with him right next to his head, and he knew yuri could hear him better too. It wasn’t long before both of them were nearing climax. Victor could feel yuri’s cock between them, leaking and throbbing, practically begging for attention, so he gave him what he needed. Victor reached between their bodies to stroke yuri in time with his thrusts, and within minutes yuri was spilling between them, swiftly followed by victor finishing inside him.The two laid there for a moment, neither of them wanting to pull away from the other. The sun was setting now, the light through the blinds now orange and soft. As they caught their breath, yuri pointed out the sounds of seagulls once again. Victor had grown to associate the sounds with comfort, with yuri. They spent hours at the beach together, no matter the weather, and seagull calls had become a reminder to victor that yuri would always be with him. As the sun set, the two lovers drew a bath together, gently washed each other, and spent the night whispering loving words only for their ears.