Bear the Weight of Well-Tailored Clothes (for davaidavai)

[emberossing]

The idea takes a while to come to fruition.

Life moves on in the meantime. The exploration of this thing that's happening between them happens, as most things do, slowly. It's not full-force training season yet, but they're ramping up, getting back in shape, spending time at the rink just working on the basics. Life isn't without it's quiet moments, but it's getting more hectic, and Yuuri has slowly expanded the list of Places in the Apartment That Feel Like Home from the bedroom to include the master bath, and the kitchen, at least, even if he often feels like something of an interloper into the space that he poured over in a magazine in the rest of the house. But it's his toothbrush in the bathroom and his favorite mug in the sink and his side of the bed, and it's good. It's better than good.

So even though he was originally thinking about it as some kind of reward for something in particular, he finds it's a more general thank you, for helping him to settle, on one of their last free days before the real training starts. Viktor's been talking about going clothes shopping for a week now, but hasn't done it yet, so when he suggests that maybe they should go, Yuuri shrugs and agrees to go with him.

Simple. Except that, with the notable exception of Barcelona, Yuuri has never said yes to going shopping for Viktor, except for grocery shopping.

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[davaidavai]

The sounds are strange and bright, almost enough to worry - then comes the clear "More." Washing any concern away.

Viktor drags a hand to Yuuri's cock. Fingers gripping tight as he keeps mouthing the bruise deeper in. The pace turns relentless. He shouldn't be able to go any deeper, but it feels that way even so. Feeding off the greed and these stunning noises. He could fly from this. From Yuuri writhing under him and demanding.

Absolutely.

Everything.

The end comes blazing. Viktor's full weight pressing down as he buries himself in that welcome heat.

[emberossing]

He doesn't have any idea how Viktor is able to keep that pace and his balance and get a hand around his cock, but he's making another one of those screaming shouts at the suddenness of it, the wash of pleasure and a new sensation where there's so much of it already. He's completely overwhelmed and it's in the best possible way-- Viktor's weight presses down on him a lot more like deadweight and there's a rushing wave through him. He has a feeling he's probably making a noise, and it's loud, but there's no room in his head for anything other than the orgasm, the feel of Viktor's teeth still sinking into his neck a bright anchor of pain in the pleasure that's feels like it's just enough to keep him from losing his mind.

Surely that's an exaggeration, but in the moment, it feels like it, like everything could just get swept away right now if there wasn't something holding him there.

[davaidavai]

Viktor feels that sweep too, as he hits the climax. But for him it's all from Yuuri. Crying out, screaming from the pleasure of it. Everything crashing loose.

And letting Viktor do it.

There's a few deep, shuddering breaths. Viktor stays buried deep. Fingers digging into Yuuri's shoulders. Making sure they're both still here. Then, slowly, sense begins to return. He plants one hand on Yuuri's chest. Keeping things anchored as he gently tugs the scarf loose. Dragging it back down to drape across Yuuri's neck.

"Definitely, definitely, definitely your color," he murmurs. Pulling free so he can curl into Yuuri.

[emberossing]

Yuuri always gets a little knocked offline from his orgasms. Sometimes it's more intense than others, but he's always at least a little spacey afterwards, like the release of tension leaves him giddy a bit. The more intense version can leave him limp on the bed, trying to remember how his limbs work. He's ended up as deadweight on top of Viktor more than once, probably actually scared him at least once with how still and quiet he's gone.

He's just sort of figuring out how to focus his eyes when Viktor pulls back a little and drapes it down Yuuri's neck. The feel of the fabric in contrast to Viktor's skin draws a low noise of appreciation out of him, involuntarily, and he hums a little more appreciatively when Viktor curls into him.

He makes the extra effort to wind his arms around Viktor's neck, to lean into him, but even though he's not really sliding towards sleep or anything, it's about all he can manage at the moment.

[davaidavai]

Viktor has learned to read this too. There's a low chuckle as Yuuri sinks against him. The shared warmth pooling between them in the quiet. They have both earned this aftermath. Over and over again. It still feels like getting hit by a train. This time even more then usual

He finds himself toying with the ends of the scarf. Winding them around his fingers. Letting them drift across Yuuri's skin.

"Thank you," he says at last. For this, for the shopping, and just - being here.

[emberossing]

"Mm." He manages, a complete acknowledgement, at least for a moment. He drifts a bit, still not really headed for sleep, but content to just exist for a few moments, without any of the complicated rest of it-- which is a small miracle in and of itself, though not a terribly unusual one for the two of them. He does finally come back down to earth a bit, and chuckles at the tickle of the ends of the scarf,

"You've been working so hard and it's only going to get worse," there's no reason to deny it or shy away from it-- both of them are used to hard work and difficult training regimens, after all. He stretches, makes a little contented noise as he settles back down, "You deserved it."

There's a moment of silence where he just let's that sit. There's not been a lot of that kind of play between them, not a lot of punishment or rewards or praise, mostly just because Yuuri is usually ridiculously full of praise for Viktor and there's not much Viktor ever does that really warrants punishment. But the words sit warm and true in the air and Yuuri decides immediately that he likes it. His lips curve into a little smile,

"Though, with all those new clothes... You'll be helping me get dressed for a while. I don't know how to really wear any of that." It's another gift, sort of, sly, but it's also not really a question, either.

[davaidavai]

"Hmm. Well if that's the case, I will accept my sentence!"

Viktor's picked up on that nuance as well. He pushes happily against Yuri's side. Kissing that pretty smile because he can. Already planning out tomorrow's outfit.

And the outfits for the next month.