Dec 2022 - Spicy Side Story (Viktor x Takashi AU) (Patreon)

Hey guys 👋 Here's the spicy side story for the month of December. Sorry for the slight delay, since Chapter 4 update really took up almost the entire month of December 😅 

But here it is. It turns out longer than I first planned or expected, with a word count of 2.3K, but I enjoyed writing it 😄 It's gotta be one of the fluffiest pieces I've written yet (at least before the spicy stuff begins 😳) Anyway, without further ado, here's the story and I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Today is Viktor’s and Takashi’s first year anniversary. Luka and Cara have offered to take care of and entertain the kids for the whole day and night. The usually lively luxurious penthouse is peacefully quiet save for the soft jazz music playing in the living room, the sounds of the instruments bouncing in the spacious area. Viktor is currently in Sasha’s room, making the bed and tidying up the room a bit, putting toys back where they are supposed to be, and grabbing discarded dirty clothes strewn around the room. He sighs and shakes his head fondly as he also picks up a couple of Ash’s clothes.

He moves to Rin’s room next and the difference to Sasha’s room is almost like day and night. Rin’s room is very clean and neat with almost minimalistic decorations, unlike Sasha’s room which is plastered all around with various posters and little knick-knacks littering available surfaces. Even the bed is already neatly made. He saunters over to the laundry basket and grabs the dirty clothes inside.

Viktor exits the room and closes the door behind him softly before walking towards the stairs. He looks out to the open living room and kitchen area as he descends the stairs. He smiles softly to himself as he sees his husband chopping the last pieces of potatoes into thin slices. Takashi has insisted on cooking dinner for tonight, and Viktor agrees as long as Takashi promises not to show off and just makes a simple dish that requires minimal cleaning, so they’ll have more time to… have fun after dinner. With the lure of the “fun time”, Takashi immediately agreed to Viktor’s terms and conditions.

Viktor ambles to the laundry room and throws in all the dirty clothes inside the washing machine before leaving it to finish the washing cycle. Having nothing better to do right now, he decides to help with cooking. As soon as he steps foot into the kitchen area, he hears his husband humming to the tune of the jazz song currently drifting around the penthouse. How adorable… Viktor thinks before calling out to him, “Need any help, love?”

Takashi turns to look at him. He’s wearing a pink apron with the words “Kiss the cook” written garishly in the front; it was supposed to be a gag gift from Luka for Christmas last year, but it seems his plan backfired because now Takashi always wears it with pride.

“Vitya,” he groans. “I already told you… Potatoes au gratin is one of the simplest recipes I know. I can handle this. I just want you to relax on this special day, okay?”

Viktor steps closer to him and leans down to give him a quick peck on the lips which Takashi takes as a chance to deepen the kiss as he lets go of the knife in his hand and pulls Viktor in even closer until there is almost no distance left between them. Viktor roams his hands all over Takashi’s back and moves lower to his ass. For a second, Viktor contemplates continuing the trajectory of this action, but then he decides that they’ll have plenty of time tonight for steamy stuff. Viktor pulls away after a few more seconds and they both pant to catch their breath.

“Hold it right there, big boy.” Viktor smirks. “Let’s finish our romantic dinner first. We have the whole night ahead of us.”

“Damn. I really thought we would skip the dinner,” Takashi chuckles before turning around and continuing his chopping—he’s almost done now.

“Well, you still need cheese, right? Let me at least help you with that,” Viktor says as he opens the drawer and grabs a bowl and a grater, and sets them on the counter before moving to the fridge to grab a block of cheese and start grating.

“I kinda miss the kids,” Viktor says softly. “It’s a bit quiet without them running around.”

“A bit? That’s an understatement,” Takashi snickers. “I wonder what they’re doing right now with Luka and Cara. I hope they’re not driving Luka insane.”

Viktor barks out a laugh. “Well, thankfully, he has Cara around to help him. He’ll survive. I think he said he bought some kids' movies for a movie night. Hopefully, he isn’t persuaded by the kids to let them watch movies with excessive gore and violence…” He stops grating. “You know what, maybe I should check up on them.”

“C’mon, dear. Have a little trust in your brother, would you?” Takashi chuckles.

Viktor sighs, “You’re right.” He continues grating. “I trust Sasha and Rin to behave.”

“I’m still surprised that they remember our anniversary date,” Takashi says.

This morning, Sasha and Rin had given them a card to celebrate their anniversary and the action was so touching that both Viktor and Takashi were considering canceling their little one-day vacation. But both Sasha and Rin had been so understanding that they insisted on going to the family compound, saying they’d love to hang out with Ash, Luka, and Cara.

“They’re such sweet angels…” Takashi coos. “The little drawing Sasha made is so adorable.”

“And Rin has such neat handwriting, though,” Viktor hums.

“They do, don’t they? It’s certainly neater than mine, though,” Takashi chuckles.

Viktor finishes grating the block of cheese in his hand. “I think this should be enough, right?” he asks as he brings the bowl full of cheese to his husband, who is whisking the heavy cream, melted butter, and minced garlic, in a measuring cup.

Takashi takes a quick perk at the bowl. “Yup. Just set it right here.” He gestures at the countertop to his left.

Viktor sets the bowl down and sees Takashi bending down to grab a casserole dish. He checks out his husband’s ass before giving it an appreciative slap. Takashi yelps in surprise, which makes Viktor laughs. He walks over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

“Vitya, can you help me preheat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius, please?” Takashi calls out to him.

“Sure thing, love,” Viktor replies, wandering over to the oven and turning it on to 180. He returns to Takashi’s side and watches as his husband begins layering the potato slices neatly in the casserole dish. After the potato layer is finished, he pours some of the cream sauce on top of it before sprinkling some salt, pepper, thyme, and lastly cheese.

“Well, thank you for all the help, darling. I’m all good now. So, go relax,” Takashi says.

In truth, Viktor is still a bit heated from the previous make-out and has a naughty idea in mind. He smirks as he steps behind Takashi and leans in. “I think I can still help you with one more thing,” he purrs in his husband’s ear and embraces him from behind.

“Viktor…” Takashi whispers as his hands automatically stop.

“Oh, please. Don’t mind me, love. Carry on,” Viktor says before peppering kisses on his husband’s cheek, his neatly trimmed beard tickling his lips a bit. After a minute or so, he trails lower to his neck and begins sucking and nibbling, leaving love marks behind. Meanwhile, his hands roam underneath the apron and they glide over the planes of his chest and his abs through the thin t-shirt. Takashi gasps and Viktor smirks.

Viktor’s hands dip below his husband’s sweatpants’ and boxers’ waistbands and start fondling. Takashi moans, “Viktor… Maybe we should—”

“You’re almost done, right? I’ll help motivate you to finish it faster, hm?” Viktor whispers as he sets his chin on his husband’s left shoulder. Takashi can only nod. Viktor starts stroking, slowly at first, enjoying Takashi’s little gasps and groans as he quickly hardens under his ministrations.

Viktor decides to give special attention to caressing the head and his husband trembles in his arms. Beads of precum leak out, lubricating the strokes and allowing Viktor to pick up the pace exponentially. This continues for a few minutes until Takashi suddenly gasps, “Viktor, I’m—”

Viktor stops immediately and tuts. “Not yet, love.”

Takashi groans, “Well, I was about to say that I’m ready to put this in the oven now.”

Viktor blinks before bursting out laughing, “Sorry, sorry.” He pulls up his husband’s pants and lets go of his husband. Takashi staggers to the oven and inserts the casserole dish before setting the timer and striding to the sink to wash his hands.

“So… Time to wait. What are we gonna do now?” Viktor asks innocently, but he’s smirking.

“I have something in mind,” Takashi says before quickly closing the distance and pulling his husband down for a hungry make-out session, pushing him in the direction of the living room without separating from each other. The back of Viktor’s knees hit the sofa and they both tumble on the spacious sofa with Takashi ending up above Viktor.

They both part only to get out of their clothes. Takashi pulls off both his apron and t-shirt before helping Viktor with his. Viktor shimmies out of his own pants and lounge back seductively. “Like what you see?” Viktor purrs, winking and grinning lustfully.

Takashi only growls in response and dives down to silence Viktor with a kiss, hands roaming his husband’s body, relishing in the feel of his bare skin and his fingers subconsciously trailing the various scars littering his torso. He peppers his kisses down his husband’s neck and chest next, making sure to give some extra attention to his nipples, which makes Viktor groan. He goes down even lower and without any hesitation, he takes his husband’s already half-hard cock into his mouth and starts sucking.

“Fuck!” Viktor gasps breathlessly. Takashi chuckles, but since he currently has his mouth full, it only comes out as a low hum. Viktor bucks a bit underneath him and he can feel the cock in his mouth twitch and harden even more; his own cock is straining against his pants.

Takashi continues what he’s doing for a few minutes, slurping and enjoying Viktor’s little reactions. Suddenly, Viktor stops him. “W—Wait, Takashi. I want more. I want you inside me,” he pants. Takashi perks up. He and Viktor usually switch on who’s the top almost every time they decide to get frisky, and it seems this time Viktor wants him to top. He’s more than happy to oblige.

He grins lopsidedly at Viktor. “Roger that, sir,” he jokes as he reaches for the drawer of the nearby coffee table. Inside it is a spare bottle of lube and Takashi rummages around blindly until he gets it and passes it to Viktor as he gets out of his own pants. Viktor leans up on his elbows and licks his lips as he watches Takashi’s dick spring out. He spreads his legs to let Takashi get in between. Popping open the bottle of lube in his hands, Viktor squirts a good amount before slathering it all over his husband’s dick until it’s glistening. He gives it a few more tugs before lounging back down.

Takashi grabs Viktor’s ankles and raises them to his shoulders before easing his dick inside his husband gently and leaving it there for a moment to let him get used to it. Viktor takes in a deep breath. “Move please, love,” he gasps.

Takashi obeys and starts to move, slowly at first as he relishes on the tight warmth around his member, before picking up pace gradually. Viktor himself is enjoying the feel of his husband inside him when Takashi hits that perfect spot that makes him groan out loud. Takashi focuses on that angle and soon Viktor is moaning obscenely under him. Takashi leans down and kisses his husband, drinking in all the sounds he’s making.

He parts a bit to say, “I’m close, Viktor… I’m close.” He repeats it over and over like a mantra before finally, in one last deep thrust, he comes in his husband and the sensation causes Viktor to come too.

Takashi leans his forehead against Viktor’s and for a moment, the only sound drifting through the spacious room is the couple’s pants and the soft jazz music that’s still playing in the background. “Love you, Viktor…” Takashi whispers before pecking an affectionate kiss on his husband’s lips.

Viktor chuckles, “Love you too, Takashi. Marrying you is one of the best things that ever happened in my life…” He embraces his husband lovingly.

The two of them lie down like that for a few minutes, basking on the afterglow of their orgasms before the timer rings out, making them both jolt out of their reverie. “Oh, shit! The au gratin!” Takashi exclaims in surprise, jumping up from the sofa and quickly running to the oven to check up on the dish, still buck naked. Viktor laughs before getting up himself and bends down to gather their hastily discarded clothes.

Still naked as well, he strides confidently to Takashi, who’s setting the dish down on the kitchen counter. The wafting smell makes Viktor’s stomach rumbles. “Is it ready?”

Takashi glances up at him, face still a bit flushed. “Almost. Just need to go inside the oven for another ten to fifteen minutes or so after I sprinkle the last layer of cheese on top,” he mutters.

“Well, I’ll clean up myself a little then before our dinner. Make sure to put on your clothes as well,” Viktor chuckles, setting his husband’s clothes on the counter. “Or maybe not. I won’t mind. Quite the contrary, I think I’ll enjoy the view even more.” He winks before barking out a laugh at the face his husband is making and sauntering over to the master bathroom with his clothes in hand.

We’ve been really naughty, haven’t we? Already having a taste of the dessert before dinner is even cooked, Viktor thinks in amusement. He really can’t wait for more steamy sessions tonight.