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The Hot Bun Bakery and Cafe is a popular destination in the Starlight Grove. The cafe, built into one of the oldest trees in the whole forest, sits on one of the lesser known paths, yet somehow everyone manages to find it. After opening a year ago, Yuuri's little business is booming, with a steady stream of regulars and visitors who enjoy his baked goods and seasonal specials.
There is Christophe the fox, who cares more about Yuuri's ass than actually eating him. Phichit the squirrel, who is Yuuri's best friend, loves to visit all the time. One of Yuuri's other friends is Yurio the stray cat, who got lost in the Grove with his grandpa and never found his way out. Yurio works the midday shift while Yuuri forages and bakes. Then there's JJ the moose, who always bursts into the cafe with a grin and praise for himself. All of Yuuri's customers are nice, for the most part.
Even the more dangerous ones.
Tonight is quiet for the cafe, and even more so for Starlight Grove. Yuuri sent Yurio home two hours ago, and the stream of customers has dwindled to nothing. An odd energy in the air has chased Yuuri's business away. Some of his older customers even urged Yuuri to close early, but wouldn't really say why.
Yuuri can guess, though. Being a rabbit and a prime target as prey, he can sense when a predator is in the woods. Something is prowling the Starlight Grove, looking for its next meal, and Yuuri should really close up the cafe and go hide in his burrow...
But he has too much to do, and truth be told, Yuuri doesn't feel like he's in danger. Maybe it's because he's close to his rut, or maybe he's just tired. He has been taking care of his shop for a year now, and while Yurio is helpful, he is still just a child and cannot do what Yuuri has to do.
With a small sigh, Yuuri brushes the last of his ground nuts into a jar, then goes to wash his mortar and pestle. He still needs to mix up his new summertime special, his homemade strawberry lemonade, knead dough for tomorrow, and put this morning's herbs into their respective jars...
With another sigh, Yuuri gets to work, climbing up onto a chair to the hooks that he keeps high over the countertop, where he hangs herbs every morning to dry. He makes his own tea blends, and instead of bothering with the market stalls, he forages his own herbs for his teas. The bundles of mint and chamomile are fully dry, but the butterfly pea flowers may need to wait till the morning.
The door creaks, and Yuuri's long black ears twitch at the sound. He stands up on his toes, taking the last bundle of mint down and leaving the butterfly pea flowers behind, then hops off the chair and turns around with a smile.
"Hi, welcome to..."
When Yuuri lays eyes on his visitor, his throat goes dry, and he forgets what he was saying.
The predator in Yuuri’s doorway is tall with a long silver tail that matches his perfectly groomed hair, half covering piercing blue eyes. He is dressed impeccably in a fashionable steel blue suit, the collar of his white shirt half undone to show off a muscular chest. His ears match his hair — silver and pointed.
A wolf. A tall, gorgeous, terrifyingly handsome wolf. Compared to the wolf’s expensive clothes, Yuuri suddenly feels inadequately dressed in his flour-dusted shorts and dirty apron.
The wolf smiles slowly. “Hello,” he says in a deep voice, with a little bow. “Are you still open? I’ve come a long way, and I’m... famished.” His blue eyes trail appreciatively down Yuuri’s body.
Yuuri fights the urge to run, or cover himself, or bare his neck. Instead he meets the wolf’s gaze boldly. “If you’re okay with no meat. I already sold the last baked fish, so I’m out for the day.” He hates that his voice is a little breathless.
The wolf’s lips curl with amusement. “I can live with that. I am Viktor... and you are?”
“Yuuri. I’ll get a meal started for you... Viktor.”
“Perfect! Thank you, Yuuri.” Viktor beams, and the bright, gorgeous smile leaves Yuuri speechless for a moment. He can only stare. Viktor winks at him, and Yuuri blushes red, taking the chance to flee into the kitchen and pull his ears down over his eyes to hide his embarrassment.
Viktor may be a wolf, but he’s also a customer, and it’s completely inappropriate for Yuuri to stare at him like that!
Now what on earth can Yuuri make that Viktor might like to eat — that isn’t him?
Twenty minutes later, Yuuri dares to peek out of the kitchen. His gaze finds Viktor immediately, lounging at one of the tables on the second level of the cafe.
His cafe is divided into two floors, with his bakery, counter, and kitchen on the bottom floor, while the upper floor has a drink bar and mini kitchen that Yuuri handles alone. A small pulley tray system connects the two floors, for when Yuuri needs to send dishes downstairs, while a staircase winds around the inner wall of the tree. His burrow, which is located under the tree, can only be accessed through the kitchen.
Yuuri hesitates, then loads up the small mechanical elevator he uses for dishes with a few ingredients, sending it upstairs. Then he picks up the tray of warm foods to take to Viktor.
Viktor is watching the window, where drops of rain are starting to hit the glass. He looks up when Yuuri approaches. "Your forest is beautiful, even under the threat of a storm."
Somehow I don't think the storm is the threat here, Yuuri thinks, but doesn't say so. "It's storming?" he says instead, peering out the window at the darkened trees. Sure enough, lightning flares beyond the treetops, heavy with summer's leaves. "Oh... it's good you got here in time. Imagine being out in that and getting... soaked..."
He catches sight of Viktor's chest, peeking through his luxurious shirt, and has to bite his tongue. Instead of imagining a wet, half-naked wolf, Yuuri focuses on putting dishes on the table.
Viktor chuckles under his breath, a sound that pierces Yuuri like an arrow, and leans forward. "What have you brought me, little bunny?"
Yuuri turns a little pink but reminds himself to focus. "This is a mushroom leek pie, crispy dandelions, corn chowder, and the summertime special, a hot cross bun. It comes with strawberry lemonade, but I'm out for the day. I... also have wine?" The last words come out as a question. Yuuri winces and hugs the tray to his chest, peeking at Viktor again.
"I would like a glass of wine," Viktor purrs with a smile that should be illegal. "I am quite thirsty, after all."
On second thought, Yuuri deserves wine, too.
"Just a minute," he squeaks, hurrying away to the bar. He feels Viktor's hot gaze following him the entire way. With a small sigh, he pulls his ingredients off the elevator and carries them over to the mini kitchen, where he has a large countertop, clean and ready to use. Before he starts on the task, Yuuri pulls down two wine glasses and fills them up halfway with a rich red wine bordering on pink, then carries one over to Viktor.
"Thank you," Viktor says, reaching up to take the glass. He swirls it once, then takes a sip, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, how delightful! What wine is this?"
"Strawberry. I made it," Yuuri says boldly, then flushes at the way Viktor looks at him in surprise, pleased that he managed to impress his guest. "From last year's harvest. This year I'm trying out the strawberry lemonade."
"The strawberry lemonade does sound delicious, too," Viktor says, sipping his wine again, then setting it aside to focus on his meal. "I'd like to try it next time."
Next time. Yuuri very much hopes that there will be a next time.
Despite knowing he should give Viktor some privacy, Yuuri doesn't leave just yet. Viktor notices his hesitation and smiles slowly. Glancing between Yuuri and his plate, Viktor slices a portion of the mushroom leek pie, filling his fork, then lifting the bite to his lips. Yuuri can only stare as Viktor lays the forkful of vegetables on his tongue, chewing slowly while holding Yuuri's eyes captive the whole time.
Then Viktor's eyes light up. "Delicious!" he proclaims, happily digging into his food. Yuuri reels, escapes his keen stare, and turns swiftly on his heel, nearly running back to the mini kitchen. He peeks back at Viktor, watching him try all of the different options with equally fervent sounds of delight and appreciation, and tries to fight the urge to preen.
It doesn't work very well. Yuuri is very pleased that Viktor likes his cooking. At that thought, Yuuri picks up his own glass of wine and drinks half of it in one long motion, not noticing how Viktor stares at him with wide eyes.
Yuuri sets the glass down hard, breathing out. He peeks up at Viktor again, but Viktor is staring at his own wine in contemplation. While his guest is busy enjoying his food, Yuuri focuses on his next task.
Yeast and warm water. While the mixture slowly bubbles, Yuuri grinds up herbs from the forest, different from the ones he uses for teas. He chops walnuts and figs, losing himself in the repetitive motions. He doesn't think about the predator sitting just a few feet away. He thinks about measuring flour, separating out three different portions of thick dough, mixing in ingredients, and working them with his hands until his arms are tired.
His mind is blissfully empty when he realizes that someone is standing in front of him.
Yuuri drops the dough he was working on and stares up at Viktor in surprise. His arms and face are covered in flour. He has two more bowls of dough ready for proofing, and he realizes he is an absolute mess.
Viktor only has his glass of wine, which is empty. When Yuuri glances at his table, he sees that all of the dishes are empty, a meal well enjoyed. Hopefully that means Viktor will be too satisfied to eat a poor little bunny covered in flour.
Yuuri tries to ignore his own mind thinking ridiculous things. He focuses on Viktor. "I'm sorry, um, did you need more wine?"
"That would be nice," Viktor says, then shakes his head when Yuuri reaches for the bottle with floury fingers. "No, I can get it. You can keep working on that. I like watching."
Yuuri flushes a little at the insinuation in that sentence, ignoring the heat that runs through his body. He glances up through his eyelashes, watching as Viktor pours himself another glass of strawberry wine. He forgot about his own wine, still half full, and he wets his lips with his tongue in longing. But no. He should focus.
Viktor is watching him.
Yuuri picks up the dough and begins to knead again. He pushes and pulls, forcing the palm of his head into the dough with each movement, knowing that Viktor's eyes are following his hands. There should be nothing lewd about the movements. He has made bread a thousand times, in many different ways, with many different flavors. Yet Yuuri can only think of another kind of repetitive motion, with Viktor watching him so closely.
He's really close to rut. This probably isn't good, with a wolf around. It really doesn't help that his horniness is choosing to focus on the one predator that would absolutely devour him.
Yuuri tries to concentrate on making bread, but Viktor’s attention makes it very difficult to think about anything but the way Viktor’s long fingers wrap around his wine glass. Viktor doesn’t take his eyes off Yuuri, sipping wine slowly every so often, as if he keeps forgetting he’s even holding anything.
Suddenly, Viktor sets his glass down, making Yuuri jump. He prowls around the counter into the kitchen, and Yuuri doesn’t dare move, listening with his long ears perked backwards toward the predator. He hears the sink turn on, and then turn off. Then he hears, no, feels Viktor walk up behind him.
Yuuri stays very still as Viktor steps in close, his hands coming to rest on the counter on either side of Yuuri. His chest, radiating heat, is inches from Yuuri’s back. His powerful frame almost dwarfs Yuuri, acting as a cage against the counter.
Yuuri turns his head slightly, his heart beating fast in his chest. If he were to lean back, then he would feel Viktor’s chest against him. He would feel Viktor’s thighs against his backside.
“Can I help you?” Yuuri asks breathlessly.
Viktor breathes in slowly, and Yuuri realizes that Viktor is inhaling his scent. He shudders slightly, which makes Viktor’s fingers curl against the counter, claws glinting. Then he wraps clean hands around Yuuri’s where they are holding a ball of dough.
“Teach me how to do it.”
Yuuri blinks. He blinks again, staring down at their hands. Teach him to hold hands? Teach him to do it?
Oh. Make bread. Okay. Yuuri can do that.
He slides his hands out from under Viktor’s and gently switches their positions, cupping Viktor’s big hands in his own. He marvels at how fine Viktor’s bones are, how beautiful his hands are. Yuuri’s hands are covered in little scars and calluses, from working with his hands in the garden and kitchen.
Yet they fit together perfectly.
“So,” Yuuri says, and his voice is still annoyingly breathless, “you have to knead the dough to build gluten. It makes the bread fluffy, keeps it from being… hard.”
“That doesn’t sound hard at all,” Viktor says into his ear, making Yuuri bite his lip. He trails his fingers along Viktor’s, then presses Viktor’s hands into the dough, slowly kneading it with him.
“It’s not. It’s nice. You can lose yourself in the… the motions.”
Viktor shifts behind him, which brings their hips flush together.
Oh. Yuuri can feel something hard against his backside, nestled right under his fluffy tail, and it isn’t bread that hasn’t been kneaded enough.
He swallows, his throat achingly dry from his desire, and squeezes Viktor’s hands again, his lithe fingers slipping between Viktor’s intimately. He pushes Viktor’s hands down again, making him spread the dough across the counter, then pull it back into a ball.
Then again, and again. The hardness at his backside gets bigger.
“See? Not… hard,” Yuuri says, pushing their hands forward again together. The same motion pushes him back against the rock-hard heat behind him, and he hears Viktor hiss through his teeth. The sound fills him with delight.
"Wow," Viktor breathes, his hot breath washing over Yuuri's cheek. "You're so good at this, Yuuri. So I do it... like this?"
Viktor switches their hands around, catching Yuuri's and grabbing the dough, pushing it down more forcefully. The movement drives him right up under Yuuri's tail, where Viktor grinds for a moment, and Yuuri's entire body throbs.
"Y...yeah. Just like that," Yuuri gasps.
"Perfect," Viktor murmurs, and Yuuri can hear his wicked grin. Viktor repeats the motion, slow and lurid, with another hard grind against Yuuri's backside. Within a few repetitions, Yuuri is panting, squirming against the counter with that big, throbbing heat pressing up between his legs with each movement. His clothes are in the way. Viktor could take him right here --
Viktor lets go of Yuuri's hands and wipes them on the table, then rests them on Yuuri's hips, thumbs pressing at the small of his back where the apron ties. Yuuri gasps and falls forward a little onto his elbows, hands still buried in dough, and he shudders when he feels Viktor nudge his hardness up against Yuuri's tail, rubbing slowly while Viktor squeezes his hips.
"V-Viktor..."
"Mm, what a sweet dessert spread before me," Viktor murmurs. Yuuri hears clothes rustling, and then something long and heavy lands on his backside. He cranes his head back, but Viktor leans over him and nudges him forward again, pressing a kiss to Yuuri's neck.
"Don't you have a task to finish, Yuuri?"
"Can't finish it when you're distracting me," Yuuri pants, but he rallies himself and focuses valiantly on finishing the dough. It will keep. Probably. He begins to knead, and at the same time, Viktor's hands slide down to cup his backside over his shorts, squeezing each time Yuuri kneads the bread. Yuuri whimpers when he feels the thick weight of Viktor's cock slip between his ass cheeks, given an easy time of it by Yuuri's thin shorts.
"Ahh, Viktor, I can't concentrate," Yuuri whines, and Viktor chuckles against his neck. He keeps leaving hot kisses over Yuuri's neck and shoulders, or scenting him (and he's obvious about it now, taking in long heavy whiffs, as if he can't get enough of the smell of him). It's distracting. It's enthralling.
Yuuri focuses. He kneads. He lets Viktor grind against him, and he imagines what they will do when he's done. He gives it a few more minutes before he decides the dough is done and throws it in the last bowl. Viktor chuckles, a husky sound that vibrates through Yuuri, and to his dismay, he steps away.
Dismayed, Yuuri peeks over his shoulder again, flushed and helpless. His gaze trails downward, but Viktor's cock is obscured by his shirt, untucked now. Viktor has lost his jacket, and his sleeves are rolled up, making him look wild and unkempt.
"Viktor," Yuuri whines, but Viktor only smirks at him. He picks up his glass of wine and drinks it in a few large gulps, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Yuuri stares, wanting desperately to be that wine.
He swallows, then turns back around, grabbing three washcloths and covering all three bowls, then sets them on a shelf beneath the counter top. At last he straightens up and turns around to meet Viktor's eyes, wetting his lips. Viktor's eyes follow the movement of his tongue.
"You look thirsty," Viktor murmurs. Yuuri swallows against the dryness of his throat.
"Yeah," Yuuri breathes. His gaze drops again, eyeing the thick head of Viktor's cock peeking out from under his shirt. Viktor smiles at him, then reaches over and picks up Yuuri's half-empty wine glass.
"Allow me," Viktor says. Yuuri belatedly realizes what he means when Viktor holds out the glass, tilting it enticingly. Without breaking his eye contact with Viktor, Yuuri leans forward and parts his lips so that Viktor can drizzle some wine onto his waiting tongue.
The sharp, sweet burst of fruity wine makes him moan. It makes him want to sink to his knees and find another, much hotter drink.
Viktor is staring at him, wide-eyed. Then something in his expression goes feral with a different kind of delight. Carefully, Viktor sets down the glass, then stalks forward, closing in on Yuuri with the kind of grace that ends in murder.
Yuuri doesn't even try to run. He turns to face Viktor as he approaches, parting his legs without thinking to invite Viktor into his space, trembling as Viktor slides a muscular leg between his thighs. Viktor's cock is pressing against his stomach, and Yuuri reaches down to stroke his fingers over it through Viktor's shirt, his mouth going dry again as he feels the thickness of him, the length of him. They are inches away from each other now, and Viktor is smiling, wonder on his face as he watches Yuuri come apart for him, as Yuuri watches him.
"Cute little bunny," Viktor croons, his smile widening as Yuuri shivers. "Are you still thirsty?"
"Yes," Yuuri breathes. He is so thirsty that it's ridiculous. He wants to drink in Viktor's smile, his taste, his every word. He wants Viktor to watch him all the time. It isn't even a question at this point -- he wants Viktor to kiss him, very, very badly.
Viktor takes a drink of wine, then leans forward and presses his lips to Yuuri's. Yuuri actually whimpers in relief.
Yuuri tastes the wine as Viktor's tongue slides into his mouth and makes him moan. A small bit of wine dribbles out of the corner of his mouth, spilling onto his mostly bare chest. Yuuri pays it absolutely no mind, too busy chasing Viktor's tongue with his own, his hands reaching up inside Viktor's jacket to grip his ultra soft shirt.
"Mm, little bunny," Viktor murmurs between kisses, "you're letting it spill. Let me just..."
Then Viktor kisses down Yuuri's neck, leaving stinging little marks with his sharp teeth that make Yuuri cry out and rut against Viktor's strong thigh. Viktor tugs the strap of his apron down, finding the little drop of wine that landed on his chest, and following the trail of it down to Yuuri's nipple, which he sucks into his mouth.
Yuuri keens. He wraps one leg around Viktor's waist and tugs him close, moaning as their cocks press together. He reaches down, scrambling to find the ties to his shorts, and Viktor helps him, lifting his head to kiss Yuuri again as they rip open ties and pull Yuuri's shorts down, leaving him in only his apron. Then suddenly Viktor moves his hands under Yuuri's now bare ass and lifts him, setting him on the flour-covered counter.
"Viktor!"
"Lie back," Viktor orders, his voice rumbling through Yuuri and making him whimper. He gives in and does what he's told, lying back on the counter and staring up at the roof of his tree, eyes wide as he waits for Viktor.
But Viktor doesn't lean over him. Instead, he pushes Yuuri's legs apart, shoving the apron to the side. Yuuri is about to ask what he is doing when something hot and wet touches his sensitive hole -- Viktor's tongue, dragging along his skin with a low growl that reverberates through Yuuri.
"Ohsweetskiesabove," Yuuri babbles, grabbing at Viktor's hair. Viktor keeps his thighs pushed apart as he feasts, devouring Yuuri from the inside, his tongue and lips setting Yuuri's heart aflame with desire. Yuuri sobs, and Viktor chuckles against his skin. Viktor's fingers join his tongue with something slick, oil from the counter, and Yuuri writhes. The feeling of Viktor's tongue and fingers inside him is enough to send Yuuri into a wracking orgasm, spilling against the inside of his apron.
When Yuuri comes to, limp against the counter, he can feel Viktor licking his sensitive cock of his release. He can only stare, eyes wet with tears from the force of his orgasm, his body still trembling, as Viktor lifts his head, lips glistening and stretched in a feral grin.
"Delicious," Viktor purrs.
Yuuri lunges.
He wraps his legs around Viktor and yanks him in close, reaching down to guide his cock where he wants it the most. Viktor gasps at Yuuri's sudden movement, his pupils dilating as his senses come alive, then chokes off a groan as Yuuri presses the thick mushroom head of his cock against his wet hole.
It pops in easily. Yuuri moans and rocks his hips, dragging more of Viktor inside him.
"Yuuri!" Viktor gasps, his eyes wide. Maybe he thought he could take his time taking Yuuri apart, but Yuuri has been thinking about this since Viktor walked in the door. He's ready, and Viktor better hurry up and fuck him before Yuuri takes matters into his own hands --
Viktor slams his hips forward, and Yuuri screams. He bows his head back, arching his back, and Viktor takes the opportunity to bury his face in Yuuri's throat, sucking an impressive hickey into his skin. His hands find Yuuri's backside and squeeze, pulling Yuuri further onto his cock as he thrusts forward. It's perfect, hot and slick, and Yuuri feels so full. He wraps his arms around Viktor's neck, holding onto him as Viktor stretches him wide open again and again, his thick cock burning inside him.
"Faster," Yuuri moans, tightening his legs around Viktor. His hips are hanging off the counter, the edge digging into his back, but he doesn't care, he just wants Viktor to fill him up. He can hear the slick sounds of Viktor thrusting into him, his moans and cries every time Viktor nears that spot inside his body that makes him want to scream.
Viktor shudders against him, dragging his lips down from Yuuri's neck to his chest again, biting down on his nipple. He sucks on it to gentle the sting, then gives the other one the same treatment, as his hips move faster, hard into Yuuri's.
Yuuri's hips slip a bit, and that's when Viktor hits his prostate. Yuuri screams and sees stars again.
Miraculously, wonderfully, Viktor is still as hard as steel inside him when Yuuri comes back to himself. Viktor is now leaning over him, staring down at Yuuri with his chest heaving, watching as he recovers from his second orgasm. His eyes are wide and full of delight. He has half-pulled out, but Yuuri can feel him throbbing inside him.
Yuuri slowly lifts his hips, letting Viktor sink into him completely again. He moans, loving how big Viktor is.
"Viktor, you're not done," Yuuri tells him, and Viktor laughs breathlessly. Then, to Yuuri's absolute dismay, he pulls out and steps back. Yuuri watches, spread across the countertop, as Viktor rips his shirt off and throws it to the side, then steps back into the cradle of Yuuri's legs, resting his big cock on Yuuri's sticky stomach, still half-covered by his apron.
"Sweet Yuuri," Viktor croons, then yanks Yuuri off the counter and drags him over to one of the tables. He pushes Yuuri down across the table, knocking the small vase of flowers over, then lifts his hips with a strong grip and slides his cock right back in, making Yuuri writhe. Yuuri scrambles to grip the table, but Viktor grabs his arms and pulls them back, holding his wrists as he slams into Yuuri.
Yuuri screams, and another small orgasm wracks through him, squeezing Viktor's cock as he shudders. Viktor groans at the tight, slick sensation and pushes deep into Yuuri again, leaning over him to bite Yuuri's shoulder.
It's ridiculous. Yuuri should be afraid. A wolf is in his home, biting down on his flesh, and all Yuuri can feel is desire so deep that he wants to cry. He bends his knees, digging his heels into Viktor's thighs to pull him closer, his feet bouncing as Viktor fucks him harder.
Viktor doesn't break his skin, instead sucking a mark against the deep bruise he just left. He trails his lips up Yuuri's throat, and Yuuri turns his head to meet him, breathing shallowly against Viktor's lips as Viktor kisses him. Viktor laughs against his lips, then pulls away and presses his nose to Yuuri's neck, breathing in deeply. His thrusts slow as he takes a moment to catch his breath, his thick cock twitching inside Yuuri.
Yuuri tries to raise his hips, wanting to fuck himself on Viktor's cock. He's deep in rut now, and he wants sex, wants it so badly that he can't even think.
"Viktor, please --"
"You smell so good," Viktor murmurs, pushing in slowly, so deeply that it makes Yuuri's toes curl. "I could smell you all the way across the forest. Such a sweet, light scent. I could scent you all night."
"Please," Yuuri sobs, and Viktor rewards him by lifting his hips off the table and sliding deep into him again, and again, and again, hitting his sensitive prostate every time. Now his movements are slow and steady, using his girth to please Yuuri, the slick slide just as wonderful as when Viktor was pounding into him. Hands freed, Yuuri hides his face in his arms, his blunt fingernails scraping the tabletop.
Viktor chuckles, rubbing a thumb over the base of Yuuri's tail and making him cry out and tremble as he suddenly clenches around Viktor in orgasm. Pleased, Viktor plays with Yuuri's tail again, lifting it up to watch his cock slide in and out of Yuuri's ass, his expression fervent in his worship.
"Beautiful," he breathes, squeezing and lifting Yuuri's tail up more. The movement makes Yuuri clench around him again, and he whimpers, too lost in pleasure to say words. He wants it. He wants to be bred. He wants to be filled and filled with Viktor's seed. He lets out a whine, his only way to beg now, and Viktor laughs again.
"Come on, love."
Viktor pulls out of him, and Yuuri sobs, wanting him back inside now. But Viktor only pulls him up and picks him up in his arms, carrying him over to a little couch that is nestled by one of the windows, sitting down on the couch.
Yuuri scrambles out of his arms and sinks down on Viktor's cock, throwing his head back as he takes all of him inside. Viktor groans, his hands coming to grip Yuuri's hips tightly, watching him bounce on his cock with wide-eyed wonder. Yuuri reaches for him, and Viktor entwines their hands, squeezing as Yuuri moves faster, seeking his own pleasure.
He hasn't even touched his own cock. He hasn't needed to. As if sensing his thoughts, Viktor reaches up to untie Yuuri's ruined apron, tugging it off him and tossing it to the side, leaving him completely nude. Then he wraps both their hands around Yuuri's weeping cock, gripping him tightly and giving him something hot to thrust into as he rocks on Viktor's cock.
"Ahh, Viktor, please," Yuuri cries out, finding his words again. "I need it -- I need you! Come on, come inside me, please --"
"Yuuri, I will, I am," Viktor gasps, lifting his hips each time Yuuri grinds down. "Let me fill you up -- let me have you over and over again for the rest of forever --"
Yuuri cries out. He sinks down as far as he can go and throws his head back, his eyes wide as he chokes on a moan, feeling his body tremble as Viktor seizes against him, wrapping his arms around his waist and hiding his face in Yuuri's neck. The way he whispers Yuuri's name, as he spills inside Yuuri and fills him up with his seed, sends Yuuri into another final orgasm, his eyes rolling back in his head as he greedily pulses around Viktor, taking in every drop.
Yuuri comes to minutes, hours later in his own bed, long fingers through his hair and over his ears. He is naked, and Viktor is naked beside him, both of them covered in marks, bruises, and hickeys. Yuuri turns onto his side, and Viktor gazes down at him with a soft, almost worshipful expression.
"You stayed," Yuuri murmurs, and Viktor smiles. Yuuri realizes his smile is a little heart-shaped, which makes his heart skip a beat.
"How could I leave?"
For that, Yuuri can only reward him with a kiss.
"Why did you come here, anyway?" Yuuri asks after a moment, after they draw apart. Despite being a predator, Viktor looks completely at home in his little burrow, as if he always belonged here.
"I heard about a delicious hot cross bun, although you're not very cross," Viktor says with a straight face, then beams when Yuuri gapes at him. He leans down to kiss Yuuri again, and Yuuri thinks that, maybe, he could get used to this.
Then he gasps and pushes Viktor away.
"I forgot about the dough!"
~*~
The next morning, Yuuri wakes up to banging on the front door. Viktor grumbles against his neck, a sleepy growl escaping him, but Yuuri ignores him. He pushes Viktor's arm off him and grabs the first pieces of clothing he sees, pulling them on as he stumbles out of his burrow. When he notices how bright it is outside, Yuuri realizes he has forgotten to open the cafe.
Rubbing his eyes, Yuuri opens the door to find half the Grove standing there.
"Yuuri! Are you okay --"
"Oi, pig, why didn't you open?!"
"Yuuri!"
"Yuuri, are you --"
And then the crowd goes silent, as they realize that they are staring at Yuuri wearing too large of a shirt and a pair of shorts, looking half asleep and covered in bite marks. A shape moves behind Yuuri, and a tall silver-haired wolf steps up behind him and wraps muscular arms around Yuuri's waist. Yuuri sighs and leans back into his embrace, still rubbing at his eyes.
"We're closed today," Viktor says with a wolfish grin. "Come back tomorrow for the special."
Then he closes the door in everyone's faces. Yuuri turns a sleepy frown on him.
"That wasn't nice."
"Wolves aren't nice," Viktor tells him, kissing his nose, and Yuuri huffs a laugh. Then he takes Viktor by the hand and pulls him back into his burrow. Since Viktor has closed the cafe for the day, Yuuri might as well get breakfast started.
But first, more sex.