Chapter Nine - For the Love of Dancing
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“Yuuuu-uuri, I know we said we want to take it slow and get to know one another but if you keep grinding against me like this… in this outfit, it isn’t going to end well for you,” Viktor whined in Yuuri’s ear as he continued to push his arse back into Viktor’s crotch, chuckling and pressing just that bit harder.
This boy will be the death of me.
“Fairly sure it would end perfectly for me,” Yuuri mumbled, flushing a little when Viktor’s hand on his exposed hip gripped tighter.
“Yuuuuri, fuck. Please say you are staying tonight?” Viktor’s breath was hot on his neck and it was making Yuuri’s head spin as his hips stuttered in their circular pattern against Viktor.
“I don’t know Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was small, hesitant even though his body restarted its pressing rhythm.
“I know, please stay, Yuuri. Even if it just means I can to hold you all night.” Viktor’s arms snaked around Yuuri’s waist and hugged him tightly, burying his face into Yuuri’s neck and placing a light kiss on his exposed collar bone.
