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It all started when Yuuri returned home from a long day of practice skating, entire body aching, to a dog collar sat upon his pillow on their shared bed. At first, he’d thought it was supposed to be a surprise that was hinting at the possibility of them adopting a new dog. But then again, Makkachin is enough for two people in both size and demeanour, so that wouldn’t really make much sense. He’s proven even more wrong when he picks it up by the engraved tag, in the shape of a bone and reads what’s engraved: ‘YuurInu’.
His first thought is ‘what kind of name for a dog is that?’. Surely Viktor would’ve waited to get the tag engraved after discussing names. Viktor is impulsive, but he isn’t that impulsive. Still, before tossing it aside and waiting for Viktor to also return home, he inspects it for a little longer.
It takes him a moment, but then he realises that it’s his name merged with Inu. And it all clicks. It all makes sense.
Viktor is trying to spice up their sexy times in the bedroom.
Yuuri isn’t stupid. He knows what ‘pet play’ is.
And so, considering it’s 100% for him, Yuuri decides to try it on whilst he’s home alone. Which, in the long term, is a terrible idea. But he’s definitely not thinking that far ahead.
They have a pleasantly big mirror in their bedroom, and so Yuuri stands before it with the collar still within his grip. He inspects it for a little while longer, and then shifts his gaze to look at it through the mirror before he’s lifting it up and clicking it into place around his neck. He takes his time to be careful with the clasp.
The click is loud - probably the loudest thing he’s heard in a while - and that’s when his arms return to his sides again.
He hates to admit it, but…Viktor has a really good eye. Because he does look kind of cute. And if wearing a dog collar wasn’t so deviant, he’d probably make a fashion statement out of it. The colour compliments his complexion too - a nice deep blue colour, almost similar to that of his glasses’ frame. In fact, Yuuri wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if Viktor had used the frame in question as reference. He was very attentive when it came to detail. Viktor took pride in his appearance too, so for him to be pushing that agenda onto his lover wouldn’t be that surprising.
He lifts his head up so access to his own neck is easier. With lean fingers, he traces them across the tough and tightly woven material of the collar itself as further inspection.
Yuuri’s phone dings with a notification before he can fully process his new accessory, and so he’s shifting all of his attention from it towards his phone all in the same second. It’s nothing important like he thought it was going to be, but maybe that was just the part of him hoping it was going to be a saucy message from his fiancé. It’s an Instagram notification - something about Phichit having posted a new photo. He has nothing better to do with the rest of his evening, and so he checks it out. In the long term, this ends up being a very dumb decision. Mainly because it ends up leading to him spending his evening doom scrolling. Instagram is the perfect distraction, because it sucks you in so easily - so much so that Yuuri doesn’t register when Viktor finally enters their apartment, dropping his stuff by their couch when he sees Yuuri: his beautiful Japanese lover that he’s oh-so gay for.
“It’s just as perfect as I’d been imagining.”
Yuuri jumps when he hears an all-too-familiar voice, shifting his weight onto his knees as he leans over the back of the couch to see Viktor. The surprise doesn’t let him process what Viktor had actually said, however, still blissfully unaware of the fact he’s still wearing the collar as if it’s always been a part of him. It’s been a good hour, anyway. “Ah! Viktor! Why didn’t you let me know you were on your way home?”
“I did. Messaged a few times. No response, however.”
“Oh. Sorry, maybe that was an error on my end, then. Instagram is addictive.”
“Don’t apologise, but maybe take that collar off. We don’t want it ruined before we even get to use it, моя любовь.” The Russian nicknames always get to Yuuri, even more so now because he’s beginning to understand all of the little trivial phrases. In fact, it makes him a little weak in the knees because to him, it just makes their relationship feel all the more intimate.
Yuuri cocks an eyebrow until he suddenly remembers, all blood rushing to his face and turning him as red as Pantone’s ‘Colour of the Year 2023’. “Oh. Yes. The collar. Right.“ He lets out an awkward laugh as a follow up, trying to lighten the mood.
“Still have some accessories I need to acquire before we can really get into it, though, if you understand.”
Yuuri nods. He takes off the collar as a result and hands it over to Viktor who has one hand held out towards him.
“I’m glad you like the surprise so much though, любимый.” Viktor leans down once he has it in his own grip, pressing a kiss to one of Yuuri’s cheeks. And with that, Yuuri is left alone again with Viktor departing to their bedroom to get ready for a nice, unwinding, evening bath.
The next day, Yuuri returns home to a leash splayed out across their bed. And it’s new, not Makkachin’s.
Then, there’s a headband with beautifully black, fluffy dog ears attached sat on the same pillow.
The day after that, Yuuri finds a tail. But it’s much more than just a tail. He finds this out through Viktor himself. “Plug looks just like a real tail, huh?” The comment was passed almost completely casually as Viktor passed by Yuuri. The latter was stood still and incredibly awkwardly when the former had entered their room to grab a fluffy blanket, as a result of the wintry cold really getting to him. “There’s a remote control, too.” Viktor’s relaxed execution of the statements left Yuuri speechless like he doesn’t think he’s ever been, and he finds himself unable to stop staring into nothingness, everything within his field of view blurring as his mind phases into a dazed state.
Yuuri, after the few days of post-practice surprises, decides to finally formally confront Viktor over a nice dinner. Yuuri’s favourite, of course.
“So…” He begins, unsure of how to properly approach such confrontation. He’s not that type of person, after all. “...what’s with all the surprises?”
“The doggy gear?”
“...Yes.”
“Hm, well, you do remind me of an adorable собака!” Viktor exclaims as he leans over their small dinner table, reaching his arms out to squeeze the other’s chubby cheeks. “Thought that, maybe, you’d be up for a little roleplay, hm?”
Yuuri huffs when Viktor finally lets go and reclaims his seat, a small smile making itself known at the comparison. His next statement comes out in something close to an embarrassed whisper. “You know I’ll do anything for you, Viktor.”
There’s silence as Viktor finishes what’s left in his bowl, and then he’s staring intently at his fiancé from across the table with a glare in his eyes that just screams ‘I love you so fucking much’. His eventual verbal response reflects that perfectly.
“You’ll make the most perfect собака, my dear pork cutlet bowl! Just don’t tell Makkachin.”
And so, they decide that that evening is reserved for a little roleplay.
“Undress for me, милый мальчик.”
Yuuri does as told, stood before Viktor who sits on their bed with one leg crossed atop the other. Viktor’s eyes are on him - almost scrutinisingly so. Yuuri doesn’t bother wasting time and so obliges to his fiancé’s orders. He starts with his shirt - a simple black fabric, made of a nice, plush cotton - and lifts it over his head with both hands swiftly, though catches his glasses in the process. He probably should’ve taken them off first. He leans down to trade his shirt for said glasses, throwing the garment to the floor and putting the sight-aids back on. It’s followed by him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and adding them to the steadily growing pile, too.
“The rest?” Viktor questions, tone all-knowing. It’s obvious that Yuuri’s getting embarrassed. But, upon hearing and processing the implicit prompt, he obeys just as he had been previously. His fingers hook hesitantly under the waistband of his own underwear as he begins to tug them down, doing so partially but then letting gravity do the rest. His dick springs up, flushed an angry colour like it’s just begging to be touched.
Viktor stands up in response like it’s a sign and makes his way over to his beautiful puppy, pressing his clothed self purposefully up against Yuuri’s own naked form. It's strange, because normally it’d be the other way around. Viktor does have an affinity for hanging around in the nude, after all - not that Yuuri minds.
The headband that Viktor had been keeping on his head in the meantime is soon grabbed and put over onto Yuuri’s head - where it belongs. He slides a hand down, brushing it briefly against Yuuri’s dick before progressing around to cup the curve of his ass, pulling at the plush skin to spread him. Viktor has the tailplug within the grip of his other hand and brings it around too, teasingly rubbing the tip up against Yuuri’s tight, previously untouched muscle. He visibly squirms, thinking Viktor’s going to try and push it in without prep, so the older moves to reassure him. “Isn’t going in yet, поросенок. Don’t worry yourself.” He finishes it off with a soft kiss to the lips.
Yuuri can’t just let him go with a short peck, however.
With only the movements of his head and neck to rely upon, he leans closer into Viktor and connects their lips once more, though immediately pushes it further by doing so with an open mouth, allowing for his tongue to poke out. Aforementioned tongue licks against his lover’s bottom lip and Viktor briefly lets him in, though pushes him away just as quickly in order to pass a teasing comment. “Such a hungry puppy, hm?”
“A little.”
Viktor blinks a few times, expression seemingly shocked before it shifts into a smirk. “Ah, doggies don’t speak, the last time I checked.” One of his fingers progresses up to press against Yuuri’s lips as an act of silencing, wet with saliva from such desperate, hungry kisses. “Try again.”
Yuuri nods.
“Better,” Viktor drags the vowels out, tone coming off as a little surveying. “but perhaps you could try barking.”
And so, Yuuri does exactly that.
“Good boy!” Viktor praises, before ushering Yuuri over to the bed. But before they settle onto it, Viktor reaches for the collar and clasps it around his lover’s neck, leash dangling down Yuuri’s back once it’s all on. “Onto the bed. Face down. Ass up.”
Unsurprisingly, Yuuri does as he’s told yet again.
It’s a little anxiety-inducing having to sit in such a vulnerable position, and that only worsens when Yuuri feels something wet prodding up against his asshole. Thus, he gasps. Viktor can feel Yuuri clench at the generous surface attention, even further when he starts to press one finger inside.
“Oh,くそ.”
“Yuuri.” The punishing tone returns. It’s very obvious that Yuuri has never touched himself in such a way, and Viktor couldn’t be more glad. More honoured that he’s the first to ever touch his beautiful Yuuri in such a way, beating even that of the man himself.
Viktor pushes his one finger in to its maximum, finally breaking away from his dirty thoughts, following up shortly by pulling out just to press a second finger in, precisely as lubed up as the first. He curls them just to up the ante, combining it with the thrusting that’s already happening. Yuuri whimpers beneath him, even more so when Viktor stops that and instead begins to scissor him open. “Need to get my puppy nice and ready.”
And when he’s determined that Yuuri is ready, he’s giving his fingers a break and instead grabbing for the plug and pressing it to the waiting hole all over again. The softly pointed tip breaches Yuuri’s most vulnerable orifice and he groans into the bed beneath as it only gets thicker as it pushes inside, though rests with a hard sigh when it’s finally all the way in.
“Awh, Yuuri! It does look real.” Viktor passes a comment as he strokes the fluff of the tail before laying off again.
Yuuri hums dreamily in response. That’s when Viktor switches their positioning - lays on his back and pulls Yuuri up so he’s towering nicely over him, tugging him by the leash.
“Is puppy still hungry?” Viktor asks, dirty intentions a little obvious through his sneaky smirk. Yuuri nods and barks, big brown eyes peering willingly at Viktor. “Want a taste of mama’s pussy for dinner?” This time, Yuuri can only nod, and this isn’t the first time he’s gone down on Viktor, but the control this time around makes his dick throb painfully. He’s so ready to hump like his life depends on it.
“Good puppies undress their owners.” Which isn’t really true, but for the roleplay, it is.
Yuuri wastes no time in undressing his fiancé from the waist down, brash movements conveying his impatience perfectly. Viktor weaves beautifully lean fingers into Yuuri’s soft black hair, pads of his fingers pressing into his scalp, whilst being careful not to knock into the headband the second Yuuri’s mouth is all up on him.
Yuuri’s tongue is almost immediately lapping at wet pussy, nose nestled in the soft forest of platinum pubes just above. He dips his muscle in and out of the tight, waiting hole, Viktor’s aroma beckoning him in just like an alluring love potion. Viktor will occasionally tug him by the leash when it gets intense - especially when Yuuri manages to make perfect contact with his clit. “Собака is so good for his mama.”
The compliment goes straight back down to Yuuri’s dick, festering in the lowest part of his stomach and urging him to push further. And so, he continues, so much so that he feels when Viktor begins clenching around him and shaking. Yuuri keeps up his game, guiding him through his orgasm until the older man settles again.
“Can you come here, моя любимый? Mama is ready for some хуй.”
Yuuri does come here, eagerly crawls up the bed a little and lets Viktor grab ahold of his dick, watching as Viktor guides him inside. When he’s lined up - head kissing his pussyhole - Viktor grabs the leash and yanks it, pulling Yuuri further and closer to him. When he’s finally sheathed inside past just the head, Yuuri’s gasping and whining when he feels the tight, enveloping heat of Viktor’s cunt clench around him, even more so when Viktor finally lets go and lays back, letting Yuuri have control over the movements. “Is mama making его собака feel good?”
Yuuri nods, hands planting themselves above Viktor’s shoulders as he begins to thrust, hips working slowly as he carefully slides himself in bit by bit. His slow and shallow thrusts are very short lived, changing the game slightly as the night progresses. Also partially because the look on Viktor’s face is very telling - ‘do your worst’ - and so Yuuri picks up his speed almost immediately. His hip movement is quick to become frantic, especially when he feels his beloved flutter around him with every intimate drive inside, balls slapping wetly against the other’s soft backside.
The scenario makes everything so much more intense and Yuuri knows he won’t last as long as he normally does, especially when he’s able to look down to see Viktor’s beautiful expression. His pupils are blown almost completely wide and his bottom lip is taken between his teeth, corners of his lips slightly upturned. His hair is laid messily across his face, some stuck to his now-sweaty forehead.
And with that, Yuuri’s not wrong, at all. He’s not wrong because he’s blowing his load when he feels Viktor clench particularly hard down and around him, hips stuttering against Viktor’s own. That’s when he’s thankful Viktor had gotten his tubes tied almost the second they started dating. He’s cumming so much that it’s overflowing, trickling down Viktor’s slit and the cleft of his ass onto the sheets beneath them, furthermore when he’s pulling out. He backs up to stare, breath heavy as he tries to recover from having just overworked himself. Viktor deserves the very best - and that would be Yuuri’s all.
“Puppy made a big mess, huh?” Viktor’s question is silly, but all the more intimate when it’s paired with his actions, hand moving down to in between his now-open legs, scraping up all that he can of Yuuri’s ‘mess’.
‘How obscene’, is what Yuuri wants to say, but holds his tongue because - like Viktor had previously pointed out - dogs don’t speak. They just bark and yip. It’s all they can do.
Yuuri is brought back to reality from his lustful thoughts at the sounds of a ‘pop’, eyes brought back to Viktor as he’s pulling drenched fingers from the confines of his mouth. “Tastes nice. Вкусный, even."
Yuuri sighs.
It’s not long until Yuuri’s on the bed face down and ass up all over again with Viktor behind him, though only different now because the older man is playing around with the remote that controls the plug’s vibrations. Yuuri grips the sheets below him, drool spilling helplessly out from the seam of his lips, though slightly open due to how far-gone he is for the evening. He’d actually forgotten about the tail, too caught up in taking care of his gorgeous fiancé to the point that the tail was basically a part of him. Though that didn’t last long, because Viktor was already advancing to the stage of pulling the plug out. It jolts Yuuri slightly out of his daze, awakening him just as much as a nice cup of coffee would.
Yuuri shudders when it happens. He can feel the intrusion tug against his muscle every time Viktor pulls on it, whining with his eyes squeezed shut. But that uncomfortable sensation is relieved when he feels himself clenching around absolute nothingness. The plug has finally been completely pulled out.
“The plug has done its job.” Viktor comments through perverse observation, as casually as ever. He rubs the pad of a finger around Yuuri’s rim before easily dipping three inside and curling them, reliving what had happened earlier in the evening. Yuuri is still a moaning mess, though even more so now. “Does puppy want mama’s tongue?”
Yuuri is brought awake again a little by such a question, voice box unable to do anything but spill a simple ‘mm-hmm’, hoping that Viktor understands what something so vague means.
And Viktor very much understands, because the next thing Yuuri can feel is something wet and wiggly moving around inside of him. It’s - undeniably - Viktor’s tongue. To get deeper, or at least as deep as he can get, Viktor shifts his position so he’s on his knees more securely behind his dearly beloved. His hands move to grip the plump globes of Yuuri’s ass, spreading him and pushing his face further against the skin. Interchanging, Viktor dips his tongue inside and then runs it around the rim in an almost-complete circle. Yuuri is completely at his mercy - just as much as he had been all evening.
He finishes it all off by pulling back and spitting right down inside the hole. Bullseye.