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The thing looks like a gummy worm.
They're both starring at it in the window display of the store. Victor looks at it and then at Yuuri and then back at the thing in the window. Yuuri licks his lips, Victor can see it from the corner of his eye and he feels himself growing warmer.
Most of the time, ninety percent of the time, they buy their sex toys online. The beauty of the anonymity of the internet lets both of them get away with weird purchases. They have a lot of them. The other ten percent, they had before they got together.
And that's fine.
Victor likes to think about Yuuri fucking a dildo he bought on his own and hid in his room. He likes to think of the entire ritual, of Yuuri triple checking that his door is locked, of closing the blinds and pulling the box with it from under the bed. Pulling the lube out from the back of his closet. Laying a towel on his bed. Rushing because who knows if he really locked the door or not, and anyone could come in at any moment. His fingers pressing into him as fast as possible, and then the dildo, as far up as he can go. Laying on his back and fucking himself and jerking off. Cumming all over himself a few minutes later, biting his lip to keep quiet, cleaning himself as quickly as he can, still red faced and gaping open.
“Victor?” Yuuri pokes his cheek.
He likes thinking about it, is the point.
“We can go in. If you want to, I mean.” He says, turning away from Yuuri to looking back at it.
“If you want to.” Yuuri says, lacing their fingers together and pulling him inside.
It costs forty five dollars, and honestly, God Bless America and it's unending frugality. Victor pretends he can't speak English and let's Yuuri embarrass himself. The woman that helps them is very smiley, very happy to be helping such a cute foreign couple. She doesn't recognize them, thank god. He opens his wallet and pulls out the bills they need. At least the bag is discreet.
“How are we going to take that abomination through customs?” Victor asks loudly and in Russian, smiling at the cashier.
“We'll cross that bridge when we get there.” Yuuri answers in Japanese and takes the bag from the woman's hand.
Their hotel room is nice. It's going to be nicer when both of them are naked and breathless on the bed, but it's pretty decent now. They shower together, take their time enjoying themselves, enjoying each other. The stall is pretty large, but they're pressed up against each other all the same.
Victor kisses Yuuri's neck, licks strips up his spine and Yuuri returns the favor, his fingers gripping at his cock, kneading his ass in his palms. He leans down and kisses him and it's wonderful. It's always so easy with Yuuri, so complete and undone all at once.
When the shower is done, they move to the bed. Yuuri lays back first and alright, that's fine too. Victor wanted to make Yuuri do all the work, but he misses his window of opportunity.
“Give me your hands.” Victor rubs Yuuri's wrist.
“Mm. Do it for me.” He lays back and pushes his glasses up on his nose. Lazy.
“It's going to take twice as long like that- Mm.” Yuuri's foot curls little patterns into his spine. “Fine.” Victor makes a face and nudges Yuuri's legs apart. “Please appreciate the effort I'm putting into this.” Yuuri snorts.
“I always appreciate it.”
“Liar.” Victor runs his fingers around Yuuri before pushing his fingers in, two in one go. The luxury of having an active sex life. He fucks Yuuri with his fingers until he's leaking, kissing his knee.
“I don't think so.”
“No?”
“I appreciate.” Yuuri purrs at him before sitting up. “Here.” He takes the bottle of lube and pushes Victor's legs apart. “Please appreciate my effort.” A finger gets pressed into him, curled around. Well, okay, there's no reason to make fun of him, honestly, Yuuri needs to calm---
“There, right-”
“I know.” Yuuri leans forward. He proves his point by poking there again. “I'm appreciating.”
“Alright.” Victor nudges him out of the way. If that's how it's going to be. Victor puts his own finger into himself, stretching himself quickly. When he's satisfied, he opens his eyes to see that Yuuri's enjoying the sight of him.
“Now?”
“If you want.” He swallows. That's nice too. Yuuri, starring at him like that. Like Victor belongs to him. He does, obviously, but still. It's very reassuring.
Yuuri leans over to pull the double ended dildo from the bag. It really does look like a gummy worm. Like a massive, twenty five inch long, clear, purple, silicone gummy worm.
“It's pretty thick.” Yuuri says, holding it with one hand.
“We don't have to.” He wants to though.
“I'm just- you know. Discussing.”
“Right.” Victor nods. “Well.” Yuuri nods and they're sitting opposite each other immediately. “Should I-”
“Please.” Victor smiles.
“Put it in me?” He says. Yuuri meets his eyes and nods. He watches Yuuri's quick fingers cover his end with lube. He breathes out when the end brushes him. Bites his lip when Yuuri pushes the dildo into him. It takes a few seconds, to adjust. “Now you.”
Yuuri nods, and Victor does the same motions, slower, though. Yuuri opens up beautifully for him, and Victor smiles.
“Now what?” Yuuri's breath is shallow. Both of them are already leaking.
“Move closer to me.” He reaches out to take Yuuri's hand. “Easy.” Yuuri stretches his long legs to lock behind Victor's spine and he slowly pulls himself towards him, pushing the dildo further in.
“I'm not going the entire way, come closer to me too.” He's gasping in that pretty way that makes the forty five dollars worth it. Victor laces their fingers together and shifts forward. He immediately understands why Yuuri can't breath. It is thick, and willfully impaling yourself on it is a spectacular feeling.
“Good.” Victor mumbles. “Good. This is good.”
“Mmhm.” Yuuri leans forward a little more with a groan. They both inch closer to each other, until they can touch their foreheads together. He feels so insanely full, there's pressure in his lower back, even. “Yuuri-”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Yuuri breathes against him, skin on skin. This is good. With a view like this, Yuuri is breathtaking. He can see the exact spot the dildo goes into him, he's a little red, stretched open with it. “Fuck- Victor.”
“I know. I know. You want to try moving?” Yuuri shakes his head. Victor rolls his hips and both of them groan at the same time.
“Again-”
“Yes, yeah, yeah.” Victor rolls his hips and Yuuri throws his head back. Victor gets to watch him, and he is everything. Yuuri jolts his hips forward and Victor gets the effect himself, the thing brushes against his prostate and he feels delusional. “Should we jerk off- I don't-' Yuuri shakes his head.
“Don't let go of my hands.” Victor nods.
They roll their hips and try to keep saliva in their mouths and not on their chins. Victor leans across again, kissing Yuuri, but it's lazy. Open mouthed. Yuuri reciprocates the same way. They go back and forth, back and forth until he feels Yuuri squeeze down on Victor's hands. Victor's nodding before a splash of white gets on his chest
Victor starts rolling his hips and Yuuri's over sensitive. Howling, begging until Victor cums, spilling over Yuuri, leaning forward and slumping together.
“You or me first?” Yuuri mumbles into Victor's ear.
“Same time. Only- only fair.” He grabs the thing by the middle and starts pulling, slowly. The drag of it feels heavenly, makes him squirm and Yuuri's not doing my better. When it's out of them they're both panting again. Victor slumps against Yuuri who slumps against the bed.
They lay there for a few moments, kissing lazily, before Victor turns his head to look at it again.
“Seriously. How are we getting that through customs?”
Yuuri snorts into his skin.
“I'm not being cute, they won't let me back into Russia with that.”
“Alright.”
“Yuuri, I'm not joking.”
“Go to sleep dear.”
“Yuuri.”
“Goodnight.”
“I really wants to keep it. “
“Bye.”
"Yuuri."