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It takes him a minute to refocus, figure out how his body works again, so Victor might be waiting a bit longer than he'd like. However, it's clear he's not doing it to be cruel-- Yuuri's seemed to get taken offline pretty hard for every orgasm he's had in Victor's presence, so this shouldn't be surprising.

Once he does figure out how things like arms and legs work again, he's immediately sliding in next to Victor, kissing him once, warm and slow, before he's trying to gather enough coordination to at least get him unattached from the headboard. Getting his arms undone is going to have to wait, though, because he just doesn't immediately have the energy, sinking back down next to him and getting them tangled up. At least like this Victor can put his arms around him, and Yuuri's happy to move to help him, even if he can't quite figure out the knots just yet.

Yuuri's hands, however, touch him everywhere, stroking over all of the skin that he's previously been too nervous or overwhelmed to touch.

The wait is fine, Victor doesn't exactly have a sense of time right now. He's just pleased that Yuuri does eventually crawl down besides him, does eventually fuss the tie loose. Victor's arms are quick to slide over Yuuri's head, wrapping around his neck and resting arms on his shoulders. He smiles so wide to the other man, that unburdened smile from them dancing together at the banquet.

"There... nice and close to me..." so just stay right here, with him, for long as you can. Let him stay this happy a while longer.

Now that he's started touching, he can't seem to stop, stroking along Victor's sides, his back, tangling their legs together, pressing close,

"Always," it slips out before he can censor himself, nuzzling up under Victor's jaw, "Always." And the first one is a promise and the second one is more a confession, that he's wanted this for as long as he can remember, before he would have even known what it was, but he can't find any more words at the moment.

He's got that cracked open feeling again, everything raw and a little scary, except that it feels too good to be scared. He's probably going to have a panic attack the moment he gets on the plane to go home, that he's shown too much of himself, that he's done such embarrassing things, but right now, everything is perfect.

The words, somehow meaning something different in tone despite being a repetition, make Victor's eyes a little wet. He snuggles into Yuuri to hide it, to get over a moment of being over emotional himself. Arms squeeze a bit tighter, more snug, perhaps possessive. He definitely couldn't reject Yuuri now, too much adoration built up in too short a time. It seems like this will burn hot and fast, flicker out soon. That's a thought Victor tries not to linger on, or maybe he will, but only to actively fight against it. He won't let Yuuri slip through his fingers, not for the usual reasons, not because it's simply inconvenient.

"That sounds divine..." he'll coo, heart full and body tired.

Yuuri knows that they've spent most of the day in bed so far and there's a wet spot that's going to be gross later and there's a million things they probably ought to do and he wants to go skating and shopping. But all he can do right now is lie here and listen to Victor breathe. There's too much for him to do anything else.

After a few minutes, he manages to roll over, still in his arms, and work at the knots binding them together until he can free him. After that, it just seems too much effort to move any more, so he just snuggles backwards, instead, a silent plea to be held, or maybe just explicit permission. He's not sure which.

Arms now completely free, the first thing Victor wants to do is get his hands on Yuuri. He'll keep both arms around the man, sliding them down his body until he met his waist. His face nuzzles into the back of Yuuri's hair, kissing at the hairline briefly. Yuuri fit so neatly in his arms, legs and arms all tangled together. Quietly, a little teasing and a still genuinely impressed, he'll say.

"Wow," the smile in his voice is audible, "you really are a natural, Yuuri,"

Yuuri's a little embarrassed at the noise he makes to Victor sliding his hands down his body, soft but still wanting, like they haven't spent the whole morning having sex to the point where he currently doesn't even want to move. But everything just feels brighter, somehow, more intense, and he doesn't really want more exactly, so much as everything is just reaction, now, with nothing in the way, sensual and calm and soft. The embarrassment doesn't hold.

He can't help but huff out a little laugh at the words, fond,

"Thank you?" he's not sure that's really right or even really what he wants to say, but it seems reasonable. It's also maybe a little teasing, because he adds, "I don't know if that's true. I think I just have a good teacher."

Coach is still a loaded word, so he doesn't use it, but there's clearly an echo of it.

"You did ask me to be your coach," Victor has to tease, he'd told Yuuri about it earlier, after all. "I'm not sure this is what you had in mind, but I'm not about to argue." Or complain or judge or anything really, nothing but feel content and satisfied. He can feel Yuuri's heart beating, finding it very calming to listen in on, though the rain is starting to go down hard on the windows, falling noisily now.

It's still loaded for Yuuri, that thought, too much riding on it and too much disappointment inherent in thinking about it because it can never happen. It makes him feel greedy, that he could have this and want something else enough to feel disappointed. He doesn't want to think about it.

But he also doesn't want to end this moment by talking about how he doesn't want to think about it, or really change anything about this at all. Besides, if he only thinks about it as it relates to this bed, it's... really pretty ridiculously hot, actually. Enough to tease back, pushing his ass just a little back into the line of Victor's body,

"Maybe this is exactly what I had in mind." He's not sure where this particular bit of boldness is coming from, but he did just have the other man tied to the headboard...

"Wow!" he's going to press against Yuuri, accepting the teasing with breathlessness, "I have my work cut out for me! You've caught on so quickly," his hands are dragging slowly up the other man's body. Not necessarily sexual, either, it's a bit too light of touch for that. He just wants the feeling on his own skin, denied it so long. Restrains are fun precisely because freedom felt so much better, afterward.

It's... kind of embarrassing, the way Victor praising him about that makes him feel. He's not sure if it's necessarily that there's anything inherently sexual about the praise itself (though he's always both been made uncomfortable by, and eaten up praise in the past) but because it's about something sexual, it has that weird feeling associated with it by default-- the same one that comes with words like addicting and ravenous and when Victor had teased him about being a virgin just yesterday and being like this now.

"I'm counting on you," is what he teases back with, half-breathless with the slide of Victor's hands (Victor might not intend for it to be sexual, but Yuuri's still sensitive) and half with a laugh. "So you'd better not disappoint me." He wouldn't normally say something like that, but it's not afraid at all of being taken seriously, not when he's pressed this close and warm and intimate.

Yuuri might never get used to Victor's praise, but he'll continue to give it as Yuuri impresses and surprises him. It's not easy to throw Victor off guard, he was always trying to be a step ahead. Yuuri, though, he was so far unpredictable. Not in an erratic way, Yuuri just seemed to run on his own set of rules that Victor has no insight into. Victor wants to poke and prod and pull to see more of Yuuri, enjoy more of Yuuri.

"Oooh, I'll try my best! I hope I've never disappointed you, before," he's just going to tickle at Yuuri, fingers wiggling along his ribs and the squishiness of his sides. He's reminded of something, chuckling at it, "Hm... maybe that sexy video I released? Some fans were just shocked I would put out something like that." He was younger, 22 about, and still had his long hair at the time. It was a push back against his overly chaste image, one of his many surprises. Yuuri would have been young when it floated out online, Victor curious if he'll react like he never watched it or like he watched it a thousand times. He doesn't anticipate a middle ground...

Yuuri makes a soft little shriek at being tickled and bats at his hands, but his body also does that thing it always seems to where he's not really trying to get away so much as squirming his ass against Victor. So he's maybe a little flushed and breathless and off-guard for the question about the sexy video, because he just laughs,

"Victor, I don't think anyone with a pulse could be disappointed by that video," because yes of course he found it and watched it a thousand times. He watched all of Victor's videos a thousand times. Though... unlike Victor's skating videos, he definitely didn't watch that where other people could see him...

Victor's hands relent the tickling, but they're wrapping around Yuuri's waist so he remains flush with Victor's front. They're nothing but hot skin from shoulders down to the back of his thighs. Yuuri's breathless laugh is adorable, Victor leaning in to nibble his ear. After all the delightful torment Yuuri just put him through, he wants to tease back.

"I heard a lot of sighs, over that video! Lamenting my innocent image being destroyed, that kind of thing," he keeps his face nuzzles up beside Yuuri's, speaking softly, but more casual than a whisper, "but I liked that video. A little amatuerish, it was just phone recording, but it's very... Intimate and honest, don't you think?"

The video was about as intimate and honest as one could get with a smutty recording. It was just Victor, someone holding the camera and occasionally talking. It was under debate if it was Chris, it sounded somewhat like him, but he never said either way. The bulk of the video was Victor doing a little strip tease, particularly hot because he was hard the whole time and clearly enjoying himself, all of it very playful. He even lost momentum part way because something funny was said and he fell back on the bed laughing for a while. It was a little goofy, but Victor was young and it was meant to be a fun and positive expression of sexuality, nothing more or less. The actually lewd part wasn't until the very end, where Victor finally stripped bare and jerked himself off. The camera wasn't exactly steady or we'll focused, but it added a bit to the charm.

A rumor spread that Victor hadn't meant for it to get out, that someone blackmailed him, but he denied the claim. He wanted it posted so he posted it, he hoped people would enjoy the video without guilt. Judging by the laugh, Yuuri wasn't ashamed to watch it. Victor finds something delightful in being someone's fantasy long before knowing one another.

Oh, he's embarrassed. Or rather, he would be embarrassed any other moment of his life to have admitted seeing that video-- but fucking someone into the mattress while they're tied to their own headboard is a little more risque so right now, the embarrassment doesn't register.

"I... I liked it too," he's blushing. "It... um... it was..." he doesn't finish that for a second, because maybe Victor doesn't really need to know how much he'd painted himself across every inch of Yuuri's life even before he'd known who Yuuri was. But it also seems fair to him to know, and he'd reacted so positively, before, to every time Yuuri had admitted his crush so...

"It wasn't like a had a whole lot of people interested in me or that I had time to be interested in, so... uh," oh just spit it out already, Katsuki, he's not going to run away, his legs probably don't even work yet, "... it was what made me realize I liked... men. Other men." He manages. Victor doesn't know it, but that's actually the first time in his life Yuuri's outright admitted his sexuality. Usually he just let people draw their own conclusions and didn't really confirm or deny, or maybe nod once or something. Never out loud.

"Wow!" Victor that's like your third wow in ten minutes, sheesh, "that's so important! I can't believe it," He's the one who helped Yuuri realize his sexuality, and here they are falling head over heels for each other? It's a little too much to feel like simple good fortune.

"This is all so fateful!"

Victor, you are famous. There are probably at least several dozen, if not hundreds of people who probably realized all kinds of things by watching that video. Yuuri isn't unique.

He's just... you know, the one who was obsessed enough to become a world class figure skater because of it.

Maybe, eventually, it's going to click for Victor the scope of what is happening to Yuuri, here. The size of what this means, to be naked and sticky and wonderfully tired and curled up in Victor's bed.

"I mean, I'd watched all your skating videos before that, with Yuuko, until we had them memorized and I was already skating, starting to win a few smaller domestic things at that point, but watching that video... I..." he blushes, falters, then suddenly he's turning over in Victor's arms, because suddenly he needs to meet his eyes. (That's new, he usually hides.) "I didn't know what I was feeling, watching that video. And then you laughed."

Arms loosen up as Yuuri shifts around, facing him with his expression flushed and shy and somehow still bold. Victor rubs hands up and down Yuuri's back slowly, his smile growing more adoring as Yuuri confesses to him about his feelings. Or, well, starts to. Victor wants Yuuri to tell him more and more, deepen their bond more than just sex could. Maybe it's too fast, maybe they aren't guarded enough, but it felt right despite the possible danger of getting too attached too quickly.

"The laugh was always my favorite part!" He'll chuckle, pushing his forehead to Yuuri's, "did it put you at ease?" That's what it did for Victor. It took the shame and taboo out of the moment, made it something harmless, something good and positive, something he wanted to share and have seen.

"I don't know if that's how I'd put it. It was..." he thinks about it for a moment, searching through words in both Japanese and English, trying to hunt down the right one. The closest he can get is, "...human. You seemed real all of a sudden, not just some kind of ice god or something. I mean, you always have a really inviting persona and everything," he hastens to add, "but it sort of made you someone that could be touched," and then, lower, more heated, a hand slowly petting up along his side, "Someone I wanted to touch."

Drawing Yuuri out, meeting him halfway, is drawing Victor out in turn . Victor didn't really open up off the ice, performance was where he focused his expression. He was friendly with others, he had his share of flings, but there wasn't much intimacy or meeting the other person where they stood. He didn't get attached, not like Yuuri was making him. He didn't feel longing, outside of the abstract concept of wanting somebody not just some body. A hand will reach up to Yuuri's face, cradling it in his palm and ghosting his thumb over Yuuri's lip.

"You make me feel human, Yuuri," his tone is gratitude, as much as it is affection, "that's a most wonderful gift,"

"I keep not feeling like this can possibly be real," he says, even as he's leaning his head into his hands, lips parting for the touch to them as sweet as he'd been aggressive earlier. As always, Victor opening up finds him doing the same, feeding off each other like this as much as they do when they're having sex. "I want so much and it's been for so long. And I keep feeling like that's really frightening, but you keep doing things that I just... can't be afraid of... giving me things..." he ducks his head, finally, but it's more to snuggle closer than anything else.

"And you talk about me giving you gifts..." there's a kind of awe in his voice, though, rather than a rejection of it.

"If I'm feeling this good, what is he getting out of this?" he says it like it's his own inner thoughts hissing at him, which it is somewhat. He can sense that Yuuri doesn't think he's giving as much as he's getting, which just wasn't true. Victor kisses Yuuri's lips softly and for not too long, at that. His smile is wry, a little awkward and a little charming in it's quirkiness. He feels like he wants to give everything, because he's getting everything. Both of them are. The dedication to give it your all is competitive, but they could relate over it, hopefully not overwhelm each other. Well, maybe even that would be fine with Victor. He's liking being overwhelming, so far, it's new and exciting.

"Keep being mutually selfish, with me, Yuuri."

Yuuri laughs at that, soft and fond and nods,

"When you put it that way, it's pretty much impossible to refuse," he's joking a bit, but he's also serious. When he feels like it's just him being selfish, taking, it makes him nervous, shy. But when he thinks about Victor wanting this just a badly, feeling nervous about how it's going, wanting to make a good impression, it makes him want to kiss every last doubt away, to give more, everything, until there's no doubt anymore. And knowing they're both feeling that way...

He's still not sure if he can really... digest it, all in one go, so quickly, to really believe it. It's not that he thinks Victor is lying, or unsure, not really. It's just too big to take in this short amount of time. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want it, wholeheartedly and without a single reservation.

"I've been told I'm impossible, before!" he jokes, giving Yuuri another kiss.

As absolutely on board as Victor is, he understands this is a feeling that's going to need time to sink in. There was too much uncertainty, because there was too little time so far. It feels like rain in the desert, a wash of relief and then fear of a flood. This is so much of what Victor wants, he can only worry it will wash away from him. The other possibility, of course, is the rain settles in and everything starts to bloom where it hadn't before. Victor hopes that'll be it, for the both of them, because right now it feels like their own personal oasis.

The metaphor falls apart when lightning strikes. It's loud, not too far away, and Victor jolts out of his little fantasy. He clutches onto Yuuri, somewhere between frightened and protective, but he's holding the other man tight for the moment. This is just a day full of surprises.

Yuuri's eyes widen and he looks up at Victor, blinking,

"Are you... scared of thunderstorms?" there's no way he would dare to have asked that even a few minutes ago, but after everything that's just happened and the current mood, it seems alright. He doesn't sound like he's going to laugh or anything, he's just quietly wide-eyed, to learn something that intimate about Victor, if it's true.

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