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Just beautiful.

Victor leans up to kiss one of those blushing cheeks, feeling the heat of Yuuri's skin against his lips. He adjusts their laced hands up above Yuuri on the bed, more bold to pin him down. Holding Yuuri tighter there, he sinks in more of his weight, getting deeper and heavier strokes that before. He's doing well to keep himself in time, so Yuuri could easily meet him with his own bounce of hips.

It feels better and better by the moment, heating up, growing faster with each moan and tightening of legs. Victor's shifting soon enough, just incrementally, searching for the spot it would be best. Where he promised Yuuri, earlier, that his cock would feel even more pleasurable than his fingers could.

"Yes," there's not even a question this time, it's just to Victor moving his hands up above his head, pinning him down. He struggles for a second, but it's not real, he doesn't want him to let go, just wants to feel him not letting go for a moment, before he relaxes back down into it, stretched out on the bed. "Yours..." spills out of his mouth a moment later, and once he says it, he can't seem to stop saying it, repeating it for the next few thrusts, until Victor shifts and he's inarticulate again with pleasure, unable to to anything other than cry out and tighten his fingers harder with Victor's.

He's building a lot slower, in terms of how close he sounds, like the earlier orgasm took a lot of the edge off, but he sounds almost delirious, instead, leg and opposite arm clinging to him, egging him on.

Cries of "yours..! Yours!" effect Victor far more than he'd ever expect. There's surprise in how easily Yuuri leans into the possessive before his name. It sparks all kinds of hot, dominating passions, an aggressive and demanding kind of romance. Victor's free hand is grabbing Yuuri's other arm, pinning that one up beside his head, as well. Fingers lace and he holds his weight into the other skater's palms. Yuuri is splayed out, completely exposed, beneath him. It couldn't be sexier if he dreamed it up.

"Hai, Yuuri," his voice is rough with exertion, but Victor's body only moves faster. He's going to fuck Yuuri silly if he keeps turning the older man on so damn much, exploiting Yuuri's prostate with continued attention, while he rattles off, "All mine, my precious Yuuri, my Yuuri,"

He cries out to his other hand being pinned too, but there's not even a teasing struggle this time, just a heated arch of his back, a shudder that feels like it somehow opens him up more on Victor's cock. Possessive, dominating passions seem to be more than welcomed, though considering how quickly he'd taken to clenching his fist in Victor's hair when he'd been the one giving the blowjob, maybe his heated, easy compliance here is extra surprising.

He doesn't care. All of it is Victor.

"Yours," he manages again, words coming only as pleasure-sobbed syllables, now, every thrust making him cry out. "Yours... Victor... please..." Precious does something to his eyes, turns them soft for a moment. The next cry sounds even more desperate, somehow.

"God, Yuuri..." Victor's face dips to kiss down Yuuri's neck, purring against the skin there. He's feeling as desperate as Yuuri, completely caught up in the moment and not wanting to let go. The moment, his own words, his own feelings; they're all getting away from him. Words tumble out and the sincerity might be terrifying, in retrospect.

"Stay mine, all mine," his teeth leave another, dark mark of a hickey, much too high on the man's neck to hide. He's fucking Yuuri with more intensity than he'd ever intended, but that seems to be their style when together. They so seamlessly feed into one another for more, more. This is a trap Victor doesn't want to escape.

Now he sounds close, though whether it's the bite to his neck or Victor begging for him to stay, he's not sure. He's hardly thinking about it now, certainly. He's not thinking about anything right now, except for Victor's cock and how good all of this feels. It's not just a physical feeling, though the physical dominates everything every time Victor hits that spot inside him, but everything that goes with it, being pinned, the possession in his voice, being wanted, desired, claimed (worth claiming.)

There is nothing here that is terrifying.

For the first time in his life, he's understanding what it's like to be seen, met. He slides the leg not around Victor up so that he can press his foot to the bed, angle his hips upwards a little better, get Victor in that little bit deeper, a little bit better of an angle.

"Yours," he manages again, only this time it doesn't sound like it's just a word, it sounds like it's a response to Victor's words, affirmation, before he struggles out, "Close..." between his cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, me too," Victor's face is beside Yuuri's now, snuggling against it, kissing by his ear. Words are spoken with gravel in his voice, accent thick as he fought for words Yuuri could understand. Russian syllables escaping between thrusts as he got faster and harder, wanting to come along with the other man. He hadn't gotten off before this, so he's more aroused than ever.

"Y, you're all mine, come for me, my Yuuri, come," Victor, himself, can't last beyond that demand of Yuuri. He's rather frantic to force his lips to Yuuri's, stifling a grunt of his own into what was definitely the single most passionate kiss he'd ever shared with someone else. He's coming inside Yuuri, but this kiss is what matters most.

There's no way to resist something like that, even if he had wanted to-- not with words like those. His fingers clench with Victor's again and his whole back arches prettily up to press himself closer. He's tilting his head back, seconds from coming, probably about to wake any neighbors who might still be asleep, but then Victor's kissing him instead and there's no way to resist that either, though he still voices his pleasure plenty loudly into his mouth.

He kisses back almost frantically at first, all teeth and desperation, and Victor probably can tell when he comes more from the way the kiss changes than anything else, the way his mouth goes slack, messy but with an added richness to the kiss.

For just a moment, Victor wilts like he's going to faint and he just about does. A single moment of pleasure like that is overwhelming even for him and he doesn't breathe, he doesn't know how long he stops breathing, but it's probably what makes him so lightheaded. His mouth escapes Yuuri's to draw a desperate gasp of air, feelings somehow crashing even heavier down on him once he's got a lungful. It's all wet and hot and tight inside Yuuri, the feeling too sensitive to remain. He shivers to pull his cock from Yuuri, dripping with lube and his own come. His hands finally let Yuuri's go, but the lost closeness is quick replaced by him wrapping his arms around the younger skater's waist, falling beside him on the bed and laying slack beside him. The grip is tight, like Yuuri would escape forever if he didn't hold on, but it relaxes, eases with Victor as he settles into the mattress.

The afterglow is setting in.

He's so in love.

Tension floods out of Yuuri, too, almost simultaneously, and they just seem like they melt into one another. If Victor's holding on too tight, it's okay, Yuuri is too, also gasping for air.

He can feel a mix of lube and Victor slide out of him as they shift and he shudders, even his skin feeling oversensitive. He's knocked offline no less than the first orgasm, but this one has him clinging, hands moving against skin, mouth lazily sliding across whatever's closest. Something's different about this and he doesn't know what it is but he loves it, wants it again even before it's faded.

"Mine..." the word slips out before he can think better of it or build up any kind of anxiety about how dare he presume to claim Victor like that. It's quiet, but accompanied by his arms tightening slightly and unless Victor has an extremely poor reaction (unlikely) he manages to bite his lip and not immediately apologize or take it back.

The reaction is immediate and as far from a rejection as possible. Victor's eyes get a bit wet, smiling like he's just too happy and he can't contain himself. He squishes Yuuri close, presses their foreheads together. His blue eyes sparkle with that unbridled enthusiasm that only Victor radiated. His voice is uncharacteristically withheld, hoarse and quiet, but no less adoring.

"H, hai, yes!" He kisses Yuuri, short, wanting more words, to be more clearly expressed,

"I'll be yours," the Russian tumbles out after, that same phrase he kept saying so tenderly despite the rough edges of his native language. He finally corrects himself, in English, repeating with the same tone, "I need you more and more, my Yuuri,"

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Yuuri's eyes go a little wide, because all of this is one thing, but the way Victor says that, bold and looking in his eyes and riding high on endorphins, certainly, but not something tossed out in the middle of sex... It's not that he's thought Victor was lying at any point-- he wouldn't be here if he had-- but he hasn't understood what he could possibly be bringing to the table that Victor couldn't get from another person, another fan, anyone.

But he's looked at all the pictures and watched all the videos, even ones in languages he doesn't understand, until they're all but memorized and he's never seen that expression on Victor's face, heard that tone before. He still doesn't understand how he's different, how he's done this, but for the first time, he actually believes that there's something about him Victor wants, and it's something he's actually missing, not just some kind of a fling or a whim.

He sees Victor testing the plates for dust again. He's not sure why it keeps sticking in his head.

He leans in and kisses him, blooming and warm and sweet. There are still doubts, logic, anxiety, but there's nothing bad in this bed, nothing he's going to regret a moment of, and so nothing takes hold. He kisses Victor for a long time, until they both need to breathe, before he finally pulls back,

"Is that what you've been saying?" he asks, his voice hoarse from overuse, soft.

Victor's hands are splayed wide across Yuuri's back, wanting to touch as much of him as possible at once. There's no subtly to Victor, now, everything is vibrant. If Yuuri ever mentioned that small, simple action of checking for dust, he'd be embarrassed. He had a beautiful condo, professionally designed so everything about it screamed style and grace, but really it was empty. Victor might as well be a porcelain figure placed in a dollhouse, attractive and hollow. These couple days with Yuuri were the most living he'd done in this place and it was invigorating. He was so accustomed, or maybe distracted, that he didn't realize just how lonely he felt before this.

"It loses something, in translation, I think," not the same weight, once it moved to English, "I'm falling more in love with you, with each moment together."

His eyes go wide. His heart pounds. He notices absolutely none of it. (He maybe stops breathing a moment.)

Victor just said he was falling in love with him..

Victor Nikiforov just said he was falling in love with him.

He's feeling too much to know what he's feeling, thoughts suddenly both racing and slamming to a stop, he can't hold onto any of them. The kiss (oh, they're kissing-- his hand is on the back of Victor's neck, when did that happen?) is passionate, to the point where it feels like he's kissing with his whole body, pushing closer, like he could curl up inside Victor and just stay there, forever. He's still a jumble when he pulls back, hands framing Victor's face and he doesn't know when he moved them there either, can only hear those words pounding through his head,

"Then you better not let me out of your sight," it's too intense. He doesn't know where it comes from. But he can't think to panic about it or apologize.

Yuuri intensity, his passion, is met with intensity and passion. Victor's expression looks struck by the words, like Yuuri may as well have dropped lightning on him. It's not unpleasant, a rush that raises his chest in a sharp breathe inward and he's kissing Yuuri again after. He's kissing and kissing and kissing Yuuri, like he's suddenly alive when he somehow hadn't been before. This can't be anything but love, can it?

"I won't take my eyes off you," or his hands, it seems, which hold tight to Yuuri's back still, lost of relaxation, "be mine, Yuuri, keep being mine."

This shouldn't end with Yuuri on a plane to Detroit, Victor won't stand for it. He's never felt so bold and also to fragile at once. He feels like he could follow Yuuri to ends of the earth on this feeling. He feels like Yuuri could shatter him to pieces with this feeling. It's nothing he's felt before.

He falls into it, every last kiss, still in complete disbelief this is happening. It's too much of everything he'd ever dreamed of, all at once. He's not sure how it can be real, but he also feels like he needs to grab at it with everything he has, can't let a moment slip away from him. He's desperate and it's normally something he would feel the need to do everything he could to hide, except that Victor's desperate too, every kiss feeling like he needs Yuuri to breathe between them and his head's spinning with it.

"Yes," there's nothing else to say to that, "Yes. Victor." He tries to put everything he's feeling into breathing out his name, though he's not sure if it can be understood, if he's successful.

His legs tangle with Victor's even more and he pushes closer, somehow, body clearly trying to manage a build up to a third round, but that's probably beyond even him, quite this quickly anyway. He's greedy about it anyway, though, can't help it... right up until his stomach growls, pretty emphatically and he's suddenly laughing instead.

Meeting Yuuri's passion is a joy, but Victor bursts with laughter along with Yuuri as the man's stomach grumbles. It would be good for them to get up, they might stay in bed all day otherwise. Well, actually, why not stay in bed? He'll pet at Yuuri's stomach, tickling him gently where he knew where the man was sensitive. It's not too much, he'll stop to kiss Yuuri's cheek before speaking as his own laughter calmed.

"Should I bring you some breakfast, my Yuuri?"

He laughs to the tickling, flinching away a bit, but in a way that more invites additional touch than discourages it.

"Breakfast in bed? You'll spoil me," he teases back, everything in him feeling warm and giddy. He shakes his head to his own question, "I'll come with you." I don't want to be apart for that long... He's not quite comfortable enough yet to actually say something like that-- there are limits even with how amazingly well Victor has done at breaking him open in all the best possible ways in the last 24 hours. But he's not bothering to do much about disguising that he's clinging a little bit.

On the other hand, considering he's just had two back to back orgasms and Victor's just said he's falling in love with him, he's hoping he can be forgiven for it.

"Oooh, a difficult choice! I want to spoil you, but I don't want you out of my sight!" Victor laughs, more Eskimo kisses to Yuuri's nose. After, he props himself up on an elbow, looking down at Yuuri to admire him more fully. All sweat and blush and a big smile; a good look for him.

"Let's get a quick shower, first, how does that sound?"

"Okay," he agrees without even having to think about it, because hungry or not, getting his hands all over Victor in the shower sounds like a really good idea right now.

He's probably going to need a little help, though-- he definitely tries to get up way too fast for what they've been doing and ends up right back down on the bed again, more surprised than in pain, when his legs just do not do what they're supposed to do.

"Noodles for legs? That's normal, don't worry," he'll kiss Yuuri one more time, before sitting himself up completely. His hands slide under Yuuri's legs and shoulders, pulling him toward the edge of the bed as he himself crawled off the bed. He can hoist the younger skater into a princess hold in his arms, happy Yuuri was so light to carry.

"Hang on tight!" He'll get himself steady and begin walking them toward the bathroom. It matches the other large bathroom, with a shower as impressive as the bath they shared the night prior.

He's too surprised, still, to be embarrassed and by the time he's working himself up to it, he's swooning a little instead when Victor just scoops him up like that.

Mostly, mostly, Yuuri's gotten enough used to Victor that he's not as completely starstruck anymore-- or at least, getting to know Victor the actual person keeps him from constantly being aware of him as Victor Nikiforov in italics and maybe also glowing a little bit in his head. But right now he is very much aware that he's just been swept up off his feet by the man who's spent his entire life sweeping him off his feet, even though they've only met two days ago.

Hanging on tight is not a problem. Keeping himself from looking wide-eyed and maybe just a tiny bit starry is impossible.

A master of surprise, that's Victor! He grins with sharp satisfaction when Yuuri's expression shifts to something like awe. That ego of his, while it could be trouble, did also lead him to wonderful, caring gestures. He got pleasure from others pleasures and Yuuri, well, it was so satisfying to see him preoccupied, caught up from his clearly busy mind. Yuuri is carried all the way into the shower and set down preciously in the bench inside. Victor pushes aside the man's sweaty bangs to kiss his forehead.

"A quick steam should bring some life back into your muscles," because of course it's also a steam shower, only the best in Victor's private bathroom. He'll stand and press a couple buttons on a waterproof touch screen, steam beginning to pour in gently. Victor didn't remember the last time he actually enjoyed all the bells and whistles of this place, it's pleasant to use them for Yuuri's comfort.

Yuuri kind of wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of that, of all of this, but he's so completely blissed out on both the sex and Victor falling in love with him that he doesn't manage more than a relaxed, starry-eyed smile to Victor having a steam shower. Because of course he does.

"But you still go do yoga downstairs?" is another thing he manages, teasing, but it's clear that he's not being serious. He actually does understand that there's more space in the other steam room than here. It's more that he needs something to say to distract from the feeling of being coddled a bit and how quickly that can sometimes turn ugly, for him.

"A bit cramped for that!" Victor laughs along, fiddling more with the display. He'll fuss to get a nice, mildly warm temperature set for the water before turning on the rainhead. There was a couple in the shower and he clicked the one he assumed was central, over him. Instead, he abruptly doses Yuuri at the seat with a loud "whoops!" Technology might not be a specialty of his, phone savvy as he may be. At least the water wasn't scalding or freezing, it was just sudden. He'll fiddle with the screen again and get the middle one going, instead.

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