emberossing | for wauuu

Falling all over each other is pretty par for the course, yeah. Yuuri's thinking about the time on the couch, particularly since that was right after the sauna. But getting his brains fucked out by his idol has somewhat changed his disposition and what he thinks he's going to do about it. Everything's been romantic, sweet, but it's clear they're both swinging back to the ridiculous and for some reason, that includes Yuuri, crawling naked up into Victor's lap, knees on either side of his hips.

"No, I don't think so..." and it's a warm tease because both of them know he never would have done something like this part yesterday. He's a little giddy with how little he resembles the person he was yesterday and how little that person resembles the person the day before that. It's not like his issues go away, but Victor's so open and honest and everything that it's hard to not return that, to turn everything teasing and giddy and sweet and hot all in turns until neither of them know which way's up.

The kiss is warm and even though he knows perfectly well they are definitely not ready for another round, he rocks his hips a little, teasing at it anyway.

"Oh, wow," the exclamation is quiet, cutely held under the sound water pouring over them, barely enough for Yuuri to hear even so close. Victor's hands reach forward to Yuuri's arms, rubbing along the wet skin with steady fingertips. The man taking clumsiness and turning it into initiative is a perfect turn of events for Victor, whose immediately distracted from the fall to the tile floor. So much for taking it slow a while, not that he'll complain.

The kiss is returned hot and slow and with the water running down their skin it's somehow so much more arousing for the moment. Yuuri looked absolutely stunning, skin flush with the steam's heat, water following every nook and curve of his body as it sought to fall off him. Victor wants his hands to do that, to touch this man every place all at once. He does what the water can't do, traveling his hands up to cradle Yuuri's chin.

"You're so beautiful, my Yuuri, it devastates me."

He shudders when Victor says that, hides nothing, for once, about the way those words make him feel. He doesn't know what to do with it, when Victor talks like that. He barely knows what to do when anyone compliments him, never mind someone so beautiful and amazing. With most people, he shies away from it, feels maybe a quiet pride but one quickly drowned out in how uncomfortable it makes him. With Victor, he's started to just let it overwhelm him for a moment, sink into his skin.

So Victor gets front row seats for how Yuuri's eyes widen, surprised and a little like he's going to deny it, before he melts. And then a moment later, his face slides into a quiet kind of mischief, which tells Victor the sort of thing he's about to say before he says it,

"I'm pretty sure that was the shower," he teases, implying that Victor was saying he'd fallen because of Yuuri.

"It's you, all you," Victor responds teasing and fuzzy, sweet as a man could be. His lips catch Yuuri's once, then twice more, then there's really no stop in his mind. No number he wants to reach or goal to achieve. He wants to kiss Yuuri just to kiss him, continue to share int his closeness and intimacy Victor found himself so craving and so satisfied by. His hands sink down the curve of Yuuri's body, slick with water as his palms groped the man's chest, over his ribs, then settle on his waist.

It's like he's found some kind of hidden switch and Yuuri's suddenly completely insatiable. It's not even wholly in a sexual way, though the slide from sweetly intimate to sexually intimate seems easier the more they do this too. It's more that he's hungry to touch, to be touched, to be seen. If Victor had just been his idol and been interested in sex, that would have been enough to get his fists in the sheets and to wake the neighbors. There's no situation he could think of where he would turn down having sex with Victor Nikiforov. But this is different, and he's different because of it.

You don't become a professional athlete without a drive to win, to improve, a kind of consuming and driven desire to be more. It's just that he usually doesn't think he deserves it, doubts. He'll doubt this eventually, when he's back in Detroit, but right now, there's only this hunger.

The kisses deepen and there's something playful about what they're doing right now, the absurdity of how they got there lingering, but the kisses are deep and sweet and Yuuri's shifting under Victor's hands just to feel more of them. He's in a bad position to touch back with his own hands, so he closes the rest of the distance with his body instead, so Victor can feel every shift his own hands cause.

Victor understands that drive better than anybody, the hunting, seeking feeling always looking and never quite finding what would make you stop. Four Time World's champion, multiple record holder, and here he was, still wanting something and unsure what. There's no way to fulfill every need through sport, Victor tried and he was feeling so... lost. No longer chasing down a goal, but wandering through the motions of what he knew. That wasn't him, he wasn't an aimless person and he shuttered to think he was growing routine or stale.

Perhaps Yuuri's actions at the banquet knocked some sense into him (ironically, considering how senseless Yuuri himself was at the time). He was a big hot shot at the top of his career and yet he wasn't close to the person holding everybody attention at that party. He was on the sidelines, baffled and unable to take his eyes away, thinking I need to be more like that.

Which is just why he keeps ending up on runaway train after runaway train, with Yuuri. Anytime Yuuri did something-- moved toward him, kissed him, grabbed at him-- Victor only wanted to meet the action with his own and do better and see Yuuri try to best him in return. He knew the goal and it was yes, Yuuri, more, keep going, stay close to me. There's no hope of expressing that all through his touch or his kiss, much as he's trying, but passion isn't enough. A break for air and he's near breathless to say.

"Yuuri, I haven't felt more alive, all year," the tone is pure adoration, a silent, but clear because of you beneath the words.

Edited 2017-05-27 16:51 (UTC)

There's something about being asked for more from someone you've idolized. Maybe if Yuuri were someone else, if Victor were someone else, it would be demanding or patronizing or something bad. At a point in the future where Yuuri could be logical about things, it's not hard to see that Victor is a lot. His passion could easily slide into pushiness, his enthusiasm into something irritating. But for Yuuri, it's perfect, the perfect thing to pull him out of where he is and into Victor's orbit, that makes him want to give up more and more of himself, not because he thinks he has to in order to keep Victor's attention or because he thinks it's not worth anything, but just because Victor asked for it.

No one else really asks for it. Or they drag him too far, too fast. Victor just meets him where he is and tugs, clings, pulls gently like on the end of a fancy ribbon and what else can he do but unravel for him, meet him. He's always struggled to be where Victor is on the ice, how could he pass up an opportunity to do it somewhere else.

And now this. Victor saying he thought he was falling in love with him and then saying this has made him feel more alive and Yuuri is dizzy with all of it.

"I've never been so happy to screw things up completely in my entire life," the tone is similar. The words are different but they mean the same thing, in the end. There's something clicking here, and both of them feel it. Maybe it's ephemeral, but they're also both going to carry it, all the same, and there's something extra incredible about that for Yuuri-- that he's leaving some kind of a mark on someone he's longed to reach.

There's this thing Yuuri keeps doing to him where he says something so cute and surprising that it nearly stops Victor's heart a moment. This time, he starts laughing, it's a loud laugh from down in his belly. It's so full of joy and pleasure that's completely unmoored and lacked any self consciousness. It's a very free sound for a person to make and Victor doubles over toward Yuuri to not have it so loud directly in his face, instead wrapping both arms around the man and hugging him. There's tears in his eyes he laughs so hard at that.

"I'm so sorry! Everything just had to go so wrong for this," he keeps laughs between words, but he does sound a bit guilty all the same, "But it's so wonderful!"

Life is funny and strange and sad and Victor definitely wasn't kidding about feeling more alive than ever.

Yuuri can't help but laugh too. Victor hugging him like that has him completely breathless, melting against him. Positions notwithstanding, all of this just feels so... innocent and happy and he can't remember the last time that's happened for him. There's always been something else to worry about, to work towards, to feel guilty about.

"It is," wonderful, he means, and Victor can feel his smile against his skin.

Hearing Yuuri laugh back with him is pure bliss. The sex was amazing, Victor wasn't sure he'd ever felt more physically and emotionally connected with someone during that, but this was even more. It lasted, it lingered even after they rode down on their highs, giggling together in the between. Yuuri didn't only spike passion in Victor, he made him radiate with it, never stopping. He loosens the hug to put his forehead to Yuuri's bumping their noses gently. His blue eyes slightly lidded to look into the other man's. There's no difficulty to this intimacy, it just all felt right.

"I'll be yours," he repeats, having said it earlier in a rush. It's softer now, but no less sure than it had been when blurted out.

Yuuri flushes immediately and looks away, shy, but it's clear it's a pleased look.

"It's a little overwhelming, to hear you say that," he admits, but the tone and the way he's still snuggled close say that that's more a positive statement than a negative one. And then they're kissing again, because he really doesn't want Victor to have any doubts about how he feels about him continuing to say it.

Probably the water's going to get cold eventually. Probably Yuuri doesn't care at all.

The kisses are sweet, Victor smiling into them. The water remains pleasantly warm, the complex having a solid heating unit so they would probably get shriveled up from the water long before it turned cold. He does want to hear some kind of confirmation, all the same. Playfully he'll drum his fingers along Yuuri's back, breaking a kiss to bump his forehead to Yuuri's again. His expression is sharper, now, confident to ask.

"Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend, Yuuri?" Get to, because it's clearly an honor and one he wants to be granted.

He gets to watch Yuuri completely blue-screen from up close and personal. He almost seems to recoil just a little, but it's shock, and if Victor starts to speak or apologize or do anything, Yuuri's almost lightning fast to lay fingers over his mouth, shushing him, because holy shit he needs a minute and Victor's so close that every tiny bit of shock is broadcast over every inch of him and he's so shocked he can't contain it.

He has to take three labored, almost panicked sounding breaths before he can manage to croak out,

"Yes. Yes of course," because this is too fast, too much, everything he's wanted and it can't be real, it's too fast to be real, but Yuuri is also not stupid. He's going to get his heart broken so hard when he goes back to Detroit and it's going to kill him, but he was already dead anyway and if this means he gets to pretend, just for a little while, that Victor really wants him to be his boyfriend, then by god he's going to say yes.

(And if it is real? If this really is his now? He can't even fully wrap his mind around it. He's going to have to take it in wondering, baffled bites, maybe over several years before he believes it.)

Victor opened his mouth to say something when Yuuri looked about ready to faint, but he's quickly got fingers shoved over his mouth so he'll hush up. He blinks back, before his grin spreads under the fingers, unable to contain his joy. His hands rub Yuuri's back up and down, trying to calm him a bit, not expecting such a big reaction to something so mundane. Dating is so common, just a step above being completely casual, right? He doesn't want Yuuri slipping through his fingers, he knows he'd always regret it if he didn't latch onto the man now. Yuuri would be gone to Detroit in a couple days, maybe sooner or maybe longer, but it was inevitable. Victor's heart would break just like Yuuri's if he didn't hear from the man again, after this.

"Is that so surprising?" he chuckles more, knowing it's his reputation to always surprise, but not thinking that was what would shock Yuuri to near death.

Yuuri almost can't answer that, has to blink and gape at him a moment, before he manages,

"Maybe not for you? I... no one's ever... and you're..." No one's ever asked him about being their boyfriend before and this is a man who he's given up his entire childhood just to one day, maybe skate on the same ice as. Boyfriend wasn't something he'd ever even considered. It's too much of everything he wants. It keeps being too much of everything he wants.

The next kiss is probably surprisingly intense, if Victor's surprised at Yuuri's reaction.

Wow.

Victor's melting into that intense kiss, falling along with it much the same way Yuuri kept melting into him. Just a day ago Yuuri had been nothing but unsure, nervous, attempting and failing to be politely distant. Now he was active and alluring, so full of passion that Victor couldn't tear his attention away. Every part of him is completely and utterly enamored with Yuuri. He deepens the kiss, tongue dancing with Yuuri's until he needs air again. There's no seeking of distance, even after breaking a kiss, he won't be more than an inch from another.

"I'll slow down, if you need," Victor assures, "but I don't want to miss out on you. I'd regret it forever, I know I would."

"Don't you dare. I want everything," it's breathed hot between them before he's ducking his head down onto Victor's shoulder, continuing to swing back and forth between shy and demanding. "It's just so hard for me to believe any of this is real. I keep thinking I'm going to wake back up in the hotel or something. This isn't... this isn't something that happens to me. This isn't how my life goes. I don't want it to stop."

"I won't stop, then!" Victor's voice is loud and joyous, echoing despite the dampness around them. He rubs Yuuri's back as he's hugged, raising his shoulders a bit as the younger man buried his face to them. "Besides, we haven't even gone ice skating together, yet! I have to see what you can do with a clearer mind, I'm sure you're magnificent." You don't get to the GPF without being magnificent, after all. Last place at the event or otherwise, Yuuri needed a lot of skill to even qualify. Without the nerves, Victor was sure the man must be a beautiful skater.

Yuuri just buries his head more, and the soft,

"Victor..." sounds longing. He's embarrassed, feels butterflies now at just the idea of Victor skating with him. He only ever brings it up at his most impulsive, vulnerable, because otherwise it's something that makes him squirm to think about. But it's also something where, splayed out on Victor's lap like this, it's also impossible to hide how much he wants. He manages to not grind on him, because that really would probably be so embarrassing he'd die, but there's no mistaking the way his thighs tense when Victor says that. And Yuuri's got to cover for all of this somehow because he's pretty sure it's really weird how turned on he is by the thought of Victor and he skating together, so he leans back and grins,

"You're going to have to stop making my legs all wobbly for a few minutes if you want something like that," he teases.

Listen, Victor was friends with Chris and everybody knows how that man feels about skating. Yuuri getting turned on by the idea of them skating together is a little weird, but in a charming way. Yuuri was probably the single most flattering person Victor had ever been around. Usually when someone was flattering, it rang with desperation or worse, manipulation. With Yuuri opening up more and more, added in with the knowledge he had long admired Victor, the man felt such a sincere sense of.... appreciation. It was wonderful, made his work feel worth it, like he accomplished even more than he set out to with his skating. He's impressed this wonderful man who he so very much wanted to keep in his life all of a sudden.

"And you'll have to keep your hands off me! It'll be a group effort," he laughs, petting Yuuri's wet hair, "I think we can do it."

"Mm, I'm not so sure," he says, teasing and warm, and it's not clear whether he means he doesn't know if he can keep his hands off Victor or if he doesn't believe Victor can keep his hands off him. Either way, it's surprisingly sly for Yuuri, another mark of how comfortable he is.

"We should actually shower," he's trying to sound firm, but it really just comes out like he thinks the idea is the worst even as he's saying it.

"Every time you say something like that," Victor teases right back, meeting that slyness with his own. He kisses Yuuri's lips once more, but then his mouth slides down his chin, under his jaw, kissing down his adam's apple. Of course he can feel that arousal with Yuuri in his lap, he's sure Yuuri can feel the upright curve of his own cock as it occasionally brushed along his ass.

"We end up fooling around more,"

"A~ah..." is about all he can manage for a moment. His head falls back, baring his neck for more immediately, almost greedy about it. "I can't help that you're hot," he flushes at using the word, but doesn't take it back, more evidence of progress, "and apparently insatiable."

He says that like he's not also managed to get hard again rubbing all over Victor's lap and talking about ice skating. Or like he's not already thinking about Victor fucking him again.

Oh, Victor has to make fun of that.

"I'm insatiable? You're the one ready for round three," Victor only came once this morning, and it was absolutely spectacular, but he's only going a second time compared to Yuuri. "A virgin just yesterday, Yuuri. Am I making a beautiful monster of you, already?"

He can't help how hearing those words makes him ache,

"Yes..." slips out, too honest, before he can stop it. And then he can feel something ugly in him rising up a little that says that's too much, that Victor's not going to like him if he's too easy, that he's pathetic for being this easy to rile up.

He seals his mouth over Victor's before any of it can come out, kisses him searchingly, hoping that the reaction is positive enough to get his demons to shut up, because he really wants to keep doing exactly what they're doing and not grilling Victor on whether he's serious and whether that's okay.

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