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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.

"It just surprised me, that's all!" said in a less than convincing tone, then, more honestly, he'll admit, "I don't like fireworks, either..."

Victor might actually be a poodle.

There's a tiny bit of mirth there, in his face, but it's more of a holy shit that's too cute variety than a laughing at him kind.

Yuuri shifts, suddenly, to pull himself up the pillows so Victor can rest his head on his chest instead of the other way around, and he can actually get his arms around him. He cards his fingers through his hair, gently,

"Thunderstorms are one of the few things I'm not afraid of, so I'll keep you safe," he's not sure that really makes a whole lot of sense, but he's also a little drifty, in the aftermath of everything they've done this morning. Spending some time lounging in bed alternatively dozing and cooing at Victor seems like the perfect idea right now.

Shifted around, Victor's glad Yuuri can't spy the kind of helpless look he gets for a moment. He's never had someone offer to keep him safe, not from anything. His heart feels tugged on, unfairly so!, how dare Yuuri act like he's a frightened child or something--

Another roll of thunder and Victor loses his outraged train of thought. Nope, this is very nice and comforting and he's going to stay clutched to Yuuri. He's allowed, Yuuri said it was fine. Hesitantly, he'll grumble out some teasing in response, though it's more teasing himself than Yuuri.

"My hero..."

"Well, it's only fair, since you're mine," look, one good admission deserves another. But he's got to tilt Victor's head back and kiss him a minute to not run away and hide after saying that.

He kisses him until the feeling goes away and he can go back to hugging him instead.

It's a bit unclear whether he means Victor is his hero or Victor is just his, but either way he takes it. he's correct.

Victor goes ahead and takes it both ways, a little tease about Yuuri being a fanboy and also the possession. There's a feeling this is just where he should be right at this moment. Nowhere could be better, thunderstorm or otherwise, so long as Yuuri held onto him like this and kissed him like that. The noise from the storm is going to keep Victor awake, but he's got no problem with remaining all cuddled up with his new boyfriend. It makes him smile, just thinking about the word attached to Yuuri.

"All yours, my Yuuri," he'll affirm, feeling this moment of peace settling deep in his bones, "I belong right here,"

He doesn't really sleep, exactly. Everything is too warm and perfect for him to want to. But he dozes lightly, just drifts, fingers never stopping stroking through Victor's hair.

I belong right here.

It sinks into his bones. He doesn't understand how he can possibly be so full of doubt and so sure at the same time, but he can't seem to fight it, either, and he's given up trying. Everything feels so solid and real and so tenuous and dreamlike. He'd honestly think he was literally enchanted, except that he actually likes the thought that it's just Victor, somehow.

Unless either Makkachin or Victor stops him, he'll probably stay like that until the clothing is returned to them in an hour or so.

It's Makkachin whose going to crash this little party. Seems he also isn't a fan of the lightning strikes and after a particularly loud one, he's pawing at the door, making it rattle in the frame. Victor will grumble, completely unable to let his dog be upset for long. At least he'd had time to get some feeling back in his legs, so he'll untangle himself before giving Yuuri one more kiss. After that he's calling to the dog in Russian, which stops the pawing for only a moment before the dog starts again, lacking any patience.

"Incoming, Yuuri," Victor is going to open the door, poodle bounding in and running to the bed, flopping all over Yuuri before settling into the spot Victor had been occupying, demanding the cuddles for himself. Victor chuckles gently at the scene, standing to stretch out some, rubbing his wrists, only just noticing the pink rings left from the ties.

Yuuri can't help but laugh and pet Makkachin instead of Victor, though anything to do with Makkachin keeps bringing a sad kind of contentment to his face, remembering his own dog. But it's hard to be sad when he gets to pet Makkachin. He promises Vicchan he'll mourn him properly later-- he thinks he'd understand taking the comfort now, when he needs it the most.

He grins at Victor, but he can't help the way his gaze goes hot when his eyes catch him rubbing at his wrists,

"Nothing hurts, does it?" he's concerned but he's also unprepared for how hot it is, watching Victor rub at the marks.

"A little raw, but I like it," Victor totally relates to that feeling of leaving a mark. Yuuri had far more lingering marks left on him then Victor's tinged red wrists. Hickies still lingered in dark red splotches, a constellation of them across Yuuri's neck and shoulders. Not visible currently, but Victor's certain he left a hand print or two, in the shower.

"Still sore from getting spanked? I'm surprised you didn't get me back, for that,"

Yuuri hasn't had a good look at himself in a mirror yet without any clothes on. When he does, he's probably going to be startled at how marked up he is. Not that he would trade a single one. He almost wishes he could tattoo them into his skin, keep them forever once he gets back to Detroit.

Yuuri blushes to the question and looks away, buries his head in Makkachin for a moment, which completely delights the dog,

"A little sore," he admits, looking back up, "But I like it," he matches Victor's words, but considering that just a scant hour or so ago, he was having trouble admitting that and now he's naked in Victor's bed locking eyes with him to say it, there's more weight there. Also, he probably looks unfairly attractive at the moment, doing some combination of helping to soothe a cuddly pet and still able to make bedroom eyes at Victor. It does not help when he adds, "I thought about it, but it's really hard to do anything mean to you when you're begging like that," there's a sly look, "I'd rather save it for sometime when you're being a brat."

"Ooh, so next time, I should be a brat?" he'll question with flirtatious over dramatics, like he's catching on to Yuuri, wise to his game. Victor moves closer, of course, lifting long legs onto the mattress to slide toward Yuuri. He reaches the other man and his hands traveling upward. Instead of delicately cradling Yuuri's chin, just his pointer finger touches to the younger skater's nose, pushing it up like a piglet, "I think I could earn a little discipline!"

Yuuri wrinkles his nose and bats his hand away, playfully, winding his arms around his neck. He gets a sly look on his face for a moment, which is the only warning Victor gets before,

"I thought you were going to be a bit more of a brat last time, to be honest. But then you got all sweet for me instead," there's something darker about the tone, possessive. "Are you sure that wouldn't just happen again?" he teases. Games of words are ones he knows Victor is going to win, the man can probably get him begging just by talking to him and they both know it, but Yuuri's starting to want to play more. He wants to share the things in his head, wants to try out the shape of the thing starting to form between them that's both incredibly kind and safe and dark in turns.

"I won't go easy on you, next time," this is him already being a brat, but it's all in good fun. He was not a cooperative person, but tie him to a bed and tell him there's only one rule, well, he can take that as a challenge. A delightful one, at that, Yuuri having performed amazingly. His fingers trace over hickies, reminding Yuuri of their presence, playfully vindictive.

"Still, I don't know if I can stop being sweet on you,"

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