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Luckily, Victor isn't even that good at reading a room, let alone reading minds. He sees Chris to the door after and actually locks it behind the man. A brief shuffle and he's picked up their coats so it's not a complete mess, still. Returning to the counter, he can't resist touching Yuuri, fingers glancing along the man's side with gentle affection. Victor smiles beside him, carefree and steamy warm and still a little wet from his shower.

"Are you hungry? I could heat up those leftovers,"

The touch seems to help Yuuri cross that space between there being someone there and them being alone again, and he relaxes more against Victor, tugging him in for a soft kiss.

"Food is probably good," he doesn't have much of an appetite, just yet, but it's probably coming once his body remembers he's been skating and then having sex on the floor. He really hasn't eaten enough to make up for how many calories he's been burning, certainly, and while that's likely good for the slight bit of pudge he's put on leading up to the finals, it's definitely going to leave him hungrier than normal, when he can pay attention to things like that.

A moment later, he can't help but to grin at Victor, watching him while he moves around the kitchen,

"I don't want today to end," it's almost said dreamily.

The kiss is returned with equal gentleness, nothing deep, Victor is terrified of heating them up again. He's so exhausted, worn out from head to toe. The worst part is he thinks he probably could manage once more and that's just too much. It's too much, right? He definitely doesn't want to pass out halfway through their fourth or fifth round of sex today (he's long lost count) and offend Yuuri. They need to eat and not catch each other on fire, somehow.

"Every moment has been divine, Yuuri," he's so sincerely confident to say that, going through his refrigerator and pulling out their previous meal to toss into the microwave. "I want to keep sharing these days with you, I really do,"

"Me too," his voice is soft, sincere, but then he laughs, "Well... maybe not this intense all the time? I don't think either one of us could skate," he teases, warmly.

He needs food, is also exhausted, but no, it's not too much, because he's thinking about it too-- once they're done eating, curling up in bed and lazily having another round, slow, blurring into sleep. It sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect day. So he's not trying to start anything now, but there's already a little bit of that promise coloring his expressions and his tone, the way he watches Victor move around the kitchen.

"If we kept going at this pace, we really will end up in jail for indecency!" Another loud laugh from Victor, getting his tea and turn in back to Yuuri as a pile of pasta gets zapped warm.

"Are you terribly sore by now? Being on the receiving end took me a lot of getting used to, but you seem just fine!" Spoken with that playful tone of jealousy.

Victor, this is not the way to keep them both calm and their hands off each other.

Yuuri flushes at that and squirms because the barstool is actually a little uncomfortable, yeah, he just didn't want to stand up anymore.

"It feels weird and I'm a little sore, but it's not too bad," really, he's probably in every bit as much pain as Victor was in when he first did this, but Yuuri's so used to his whole body being in pain and having to fight through it for every jump, every tumble onto the ice, that this hardly registers. "It's worth it," there a little bit of heat curling into his words there, even though he's blushing.

"Good, good! After my first time I laid around for a whole day whining and grumbling about how I never wanted to do that again," another laugh because, yeah, clearly that sentiment didn't last.

"It took me a while to learn my own body, you seem more in tune!"

"You'd be the first person to accuse me of that," he quips, because really, he couldn't imagine feeling comfortable about his body. It just doesn't hurt as much as falling over and over on the ice until everything's a mass of bruises and your feet bleed in your skates.

"Maybe we could eat on the sofa, though?" he will use puppy dog eyes if he has to, Victor.

"I've been your first person for a lot of things!" the banter is fun for Victor, but being able to talk and joke and tease each other just made Victor feel closer to Yuuri. This isn't just a sexual connection, this felt like everything.

""Go ahead, I'll follow shortly, it's almost done," no need for puppy dog eyes, Victor just needs to stir the noodles and get them another minute, then he'll be over to the couch with Yuuri.

"You've been my first person for everything," the tone is softer, but it's true-- Victor's been his first for things he doesn't even know about.

He kind of flees to the living room after that, but it's at least a good time for it.

Mixing up the pasta, Victor decides it's just fine in one big bowl for them both. He sticks two forks in the top and heads over, shooing Makkachin from Yuuri's side and setting down there himself. He spins a thread of pasta onto a fork and offers to feed it to Yuuri.

"Hahaa, what does this remind me of..." He hums a moment, grinning, "oh! That Disney movie! With the two dogs!"

Yuuri laughs,

"Are you the lady or the tramp?" he sounds like he finds either answer a bit unbelievable, but he does lean in and let Victor feed him, even though it makes the blush rise on his cheeks again. It's kind of... weirdly nice, letting Victor do something like that, settles warm in his abdomen with something that's definitely desire, but different somehow, more mellow, maybe? He's not sure. It's arousing, but not in a way that makes him want to do anything about it.

"I think I've been called both those things, before!" Victor giggles along, smiling soft and a little sly to feed Yuuri. It's a little sexy, but more than that it's intimate. The fact that Yuuri is allowing himself to be doted on is a sign of their comfort. It swells in Victor's chest and yet, it's just a simple thing. Not a spark of desire, but a smolder of warmth and adoration.

There's not much difference for him between something that's sexual and something that's intimate-- not really because he doesn't understand there could be a difference, but because with maybe the exception of Phichit (and they've never done anything like this), there's not really anyone in his life he's intimate with. That's the kind of thing he's usually uncomfortable about and with, so Victor's really the first source of either thing, so it's all linked, muddled up.

It's good, though, good enough that he relaxes into it, even though it feels a little bit silly, doesn't reach for his own fork until Victor tires of it (if he even does-- if he doesn't Yuuri's fork will go unused, he's definitely not going to protest)

"What's something you haven't been called?" it's both curious and a little teasing.

Well, that's too good of a set up for him to not make a joke.

"I don't know, maybe daddy?" he laughs, he has to go for the double whammy on that one,

"Just kidding! I've definitely been called that one!" ZING.

You're trying to kill him, aren't you, Victor?

Yuuri nearly chokes on some of the pasta at the first one and then definitely chokes on it to the second, though he manages to not make a huge deal out of it, somehow. He does end up drinking maybe a little more of his wine at one go than he means to, though.

And then his mouth runs away without him again. He's definitely blaming the wine, regardless of the fact that he's really barely had any,

"Does that usually go with the spanking, or do you have other kinks I should be warned about?" he teasing, obviously, but he's also maybe just a little bit curious, too.

"Ha! So Chris didn't tell you everything! Bless him," he'll swirl up some pasta for himself, perfect content to feed them both. After he chews and doesn't choke on his food, he'll chuckle.

"I have a lot of kinks! They're fun and entirely opt in, I assure you." they're no fun if they're required or his partner felt like they had to go along with it. Yuuri was adaptable, so far. "Nothing too crazy, I don't think."

"Like what?" he sounds more genuinely curious than teasing, shifting to curl a bit more into Victor's side, to make it easier for him to feed him. It seems like a good time to talk about something like that-- he feels warm and surprisingly stable for how hard the drop had been when Victor had left him. But that's over with now and right now he's warm and cozy and comfortable.

"Hmmm, spanking is my absolute favorite! I won't lie about that, though I guess some people consider dirty talk a kink, but that's just what I do normally," he doesn't think that's really all that kinky, that's just sex for him....

"Ooh, dressing up, too! I love costumes. I was sorely tempted to skip the rink once you started looking at my old catalog the way you did,"

"I don't know if I would like spanking all on my own, but you uh... make it really hot," he manages. It's hard to think of his own kinks because he's had so little to go off of, and he knows what's sexy in theory isn't always in practice. He also just doesn't have the same breadth of knowledge. But it's easier than he thought, to give his opinions about what Victor's talking about, "I... um... I really like the dirty talking though, even though I know I'm lucky to even be able to say two words in a row, much less say anything sexy." He's blushing, but he's trying not to hide, at least.

"Costumes...?" he's never really thought about that before. "Like... just ice skating things or other things?" he's trying to wrap his head around that.

"When you talk it's magnificent, but there's something about your silence I love, too. Like I've wound you up so much you can't even think," that's very hot to Victor, appealing to that tricky pride of his. Yuuri's silence didn't come across as disinterest, far from it, more like overwhelmed. Either way, Victor is pleased, he likes feedback.

"Any clothing, really, I love it," he slide some pasta into Yuuri's mouth, "you'll have to see me in a skirt sometime,"

"It doesn't feel like it's magnificent. I feel silly. But it doesn't seem silly when you do it..."

And then Victor is trying to kill him with food again, and Yuuri nearly chokes again at that,

"In a... skirt?" Okay, he's never thought about that before, and how wide his eyes go show it, "But that's... you mean dressed up like a girl. That's a... thing? Isn't that... kind of humiliating, though?" Yuuri's a figure skater-- he's definitely got a bit more leniency in terms of gender expression than a lot of people, hell, he's less than a year off from asking his ballet teacher to teach him how to dance like a woman. But it's definitely something that he's been teased pretty brutally about in school-- dancing, ice skating, that he's smaller and softer spoken than a lot of the other guys. There's kind of a knee jerk reaction about it, a fight to be more masculine in other ways, to not let feminine things happen outside of practice. It's not as bad, in Detroit, but there's still definitely some of that.

Thinking about it as something desirable is something completely foreign and new.

"It is silly! It's always silly, no matter who does it or what they say, but I like that," dirty talk is charming to Victor, there's no way he thinks it's actually serious. Even when he's being smooth as butter about it, if Yuuri laughed at what he was saying he'd just grin and rethink it and probably laugh along. Yuuri doesn't have that, not yet, but maybe he'll be less conscious when the have the time behind them to be completely comfortable. The shock and disbelief over something as low-level as a skirt does make Victor tilt his head. He didn't think it was that scandalous, especially considering which of Victor's own costumes was Yuuri's favorite.

"Some guys like the humiliation angle, I've played into that before. That's not really how I feel about it. I just think it's cute and teasing to wear something unexpected, to put a different frame around yourself. You've never worn effeminate clothing?" it goes without saying; Victor loves to show himself off. You don't become a performer without some spark of exhibitionism in you and Victor has a whole forest fire.

"No, never. I... uh..." he ducks his head a bit, openly embarrassed for the first time in the conversation, "The other boys at school already teased me enough with the ballet. I definitely wouldn't have wanted to make it worse." Maybe that explains the ill-fitting clothes and the horrible suit and the drinking and the kind of shaggy, forgettable haircut all in one go. He definitely gives off a kind of younger charm, but it's undeniably boyish, even to the detriment of him looking good or seeming to possess any style whatsoever.

Then again, he's also voiced almost no protest to Victor's yoga pants and oversized sweaters, so clearly there's more than one impulse going on here, because the only other person he's known to dress like that is Minako.

"That's a shame, you're so cute I'm certain you would look irresistible. Maybe they had a crush on you!" bullying never worked on Victor, he just pushed harder into whatever he might have been teased over. Fully owning his behavior made it difficult to shame, but he had always been a gale force wind of self confidence.

"Not that you have to put on anything you wouldn't like to," he feels that should be clarified, since they veered from Victor wearing a skirt to Yuuri doing so, "and I certainly wouldn't mind if you wanted to bully me... actually, you already did! Tying me to the headboard like that!"

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