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Yuuri cracks open his eyes, blearily, to an unfamiliar ceiling. His head feels like it's either on fire or full of bees or possibly both and his stomach does a slow, sickening roll as he opens his eyes, but it settles, at least for the time being. Not just his head but everything hurts enough that, at least at first, he more just moves on auto-pilot, looking around for his glasses and taking what is obviously a pair of Paracetamol on the bedside table. There's a little note with them but he doesn't parse either the message or recognize the handwriting, so he just drinks about half the glass of water and looks around.

Memories leak back in slowly-- Vicchan, the competition, calling his mom, going back to the room, Celestino insisting that he had to go to the banquet afterwards, possibly worried he was going to do something stupid if he didn't. But he remembered saying no and refusing to open the door. So... shouldn't he be in the hotel room?

This is not the hotel room.

In fact, he swears he's seen this room before, somewhere, actually, but he's too tired and bleary to figure out where. So he just walks over to the bathroom, which he, for some reason, is able to guess the location of, and splashes water on his face rubs at it until he somewhat resembles a human being, and then goes in search of more clues to where he is.

The bedroom door creaks open and there's another sense of deja-vu as he looks around the apartment it opens on, but the pieces refuse to slot into place.

"He-Hello?"

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The yelled out yes nearly does Victor in, but he can hold out. He closes his eyes just a moment, listening to Yuuri moan and whimper about what he wanted. Victor wants to keep going, but he won't last in this position, not with Yuuri talking like that. He'll bury his cock into Yuuri's ass and roll onto his side, peeling Yuuri off the mattress with his hand, so they both laid sideway, Yuuri facing outward. They both have limited movement, but it's deeper and it exposes more of Yuuri. Not too much, the warm light of day still dampened by the sheet tented over them, hiding them in their fantasies. Victor speaks to Yuuri's ear as he continues to fuck him like this, admiring the younger man's body all painted in sweat and cum.

"All yours, Yuuri," he assures, fingers reaching forward to rub just the tip of Yuuri's cock as it bounced along with each thrust, "everybody would know how you seduced me, how I couldn't resist spending days and days fucking you, playing with your body like this. It would be a whole audience of jealous eyes, wishing they could be you... or have you,"

Yuuri cries out as they switch positions, then kind of wriggles around until he can find a place where Victor's even deeper, almost on instinct. He can push back against each thrust even less like this, and everything is kind of weird angles and not a lot of motion, but considering how over-senstive everything feels, the shorter thrusts actually feel better and he loses his voice for a minute except for low noises of pleasure.

Victor's fingers rubbing little circles on his cock focuses him, though, wrings out a little cry. Yuuri's suddenly aware that they've gone from talking about Victor fucking him on the empty ice where someone might see to fucking him on the ice in front of everyone. There's a bolt of anxiety about that, but it's mixed so heavily with arousal that he can't tell the difference, shudders almost violently with both. The thought of Victor unable to resist him is hot on it's heels and he's deliciously aware that he'd give Victor almost anything if the premise was that Victor wanted it because he couldn't resist him.

"They can't have me. Only you. I only want you." He's only ever wanted Victor and now here he is and Yuuri's suddenly very, very close to another orgasm, only doesn't spill over right then because there's no real way for him to chase his own pleasure like this.

"You're all mine, my Yuuri, nobody else can have you," his voice betrays him, shaking with how on the edge he is, ready to come any moment. He thought changing positions would let him hold out a bit longer, but the talk and seeing Yuuri's reactions are too much. He can't hold on, so he's grasping Yuuri's cock, stroking him relentlessly to try and bring him to orgasm, too. Victor rambles until there's no more holding back and he spills a second time inside Yuuri with a loud moan.

"I'm not letting you go, you're too... good, too perfect for me...! Fffuck, Yuuri, I can't--"

Yuuri can't really do anything to actually thrust like this, but he can writhe which is about all he's capable of doing right now anyway, Victor's hand pushing everything much more suddenly towards an actual conclusion only a moment after he felt the need to start to push for it.

"Yours," he's past the point of being able to coherently think about what he's trying to say, words devolving into just that word, but it becomes a chant, riding out every breath until he spills over Victor's fingers with a softer cry.

Victor's orgasm is again heavy and he moans through it, cock twitching inside Yuuri as it released. This time he doesn't pull out right away, wanting to stay in that tight, pulsing heat a bit longer, his own spike of sensitivity be damned. He'll stroke off Yuuri until the man is slake and he's soon to follow. Burying his face down into the crook of Yuuri's neck, he sighs out in relief.

"Divine... my Yuuri, it's like you were made for me," he'll kiss the back of Yuuri's neck, nose pressed into the younger man's hair, enjoying the now sweaty scent of it. Again, he has to wonder why he got so lucky, or what he did to deserve this wonderful turn of fate.

Yuuri moans to those words, a little delirious at this point, which is likely the only reason that he answers,

"I was," because it really feels like that, and right now, he's too far gone to keep from admitting it, even though he's never dared think like that before, not in all the years he's pursued Victor. He's wanted this so long and now that he's here it's so good, better even than anything his mind could come up with. Just the thought of it is enough to get his cock to twitch a little bit, though even he doesn't have that kind of stamina.

He leans back against Victor, curling up in his arms just like this, at least for the duration of the aftermath.

"Then I'm the luckiest man alive," he'll kiss along Yuuri's ear and down his neck, soft and doting as ever, letting the afterglow flood them and carry them away together. A few moments and it is far too much to keep his cock inside Yuuri, softening this time, satisfied and tired even though his heart was still pumping fast in his chest. He wants to breathe slower just to hear Yuuri panting, loving every sound he can cause.

Yuuri squirrels that away somewhere in his heart, alongside all the "I love you"s and the other things Viktor has said to him, even while he's shuddering a little at the feel of him finally slipping out, weight shifting backwards like he could cuddle up even closer, somehow. The soft kisses, the way Victor's holding him, makes him want to do everything all over again, even though he equally isn't sure if he can move just at the moment.

Yuuri thinks for a moment about luck and how hard he's worked for every moment that's led to this one. Luck isn't something he's ever felt he's had-- there's only hard work, determination, a willingness to grit his teeth through how bad his body screams at him. But here he is. He bombed the thing he's been training his whole life for, he made the worst of all possible bad life decisions and made a total fool of himself in front of all of his peers, got robbed and yet, here he is, somehow.

"Maybe some of that will rub off on me," he doesn't mean it to sound a little sexual, but he doesn't take it back when he realizes how that came out, either.

"I don't like relying on luck," he'll say, pecking more kisses along Yuuri's neck, squeezing around him playfully. What a good mood this puts him in!

"I'd much rather work hard to make you happy, good fortune can't do that," not for very long, Victor thinks, but he's always been the dedicated sort. A man doesn't become the best at his chosen sport by relying on blind chance. Only giving his all can make Victor happy, he knows this well, and he feels like he has a lot in him to share with Yuuri. Another new feeling, for this flood of novelty between them.

Yuuri lets him kiss along his neck, arches it just a bit for more. Everything's so warm and he's the best kind of tired, down to his bones. While Victor is amused by the novelty of feeling like he has so much to share and give, Yuuri is equally bemused by finding that he's simply stopped questioning what he has to offer. Part of that is just a general feeling of security that is as perplexing as it is completely wonderful, but part of it is sexual as well, an acknowledgement that all of this has been better than it has any right to be. He has nothing to compare it to, but even he knows that most people don't have this much sex within a day or two of meeting each other, don't have this kind of connection.

Even his brain can't deny there's something special happening here.

"I don't really think you're going to have to work very hard," he half-teases. He means because Victor is gorgeous, and can cook, and they're clearly sexually compatible. He also means because he's had a crush on Victor his whole life. But also... "Though you may have to carry me to the shower in a minute," he adds with a laugh and a yawn, stretching a little.

"I need more than a minute, I'm tired again," he chuckles, nuzzling skin affectionately. Yuuri glows so beautifully when he's happy, Victor finds it as satisfying as the sex they've been having. He did that, he's made Yuuri radiate warmth and joy, even after all this awfulness. He wants to keep giving that feeling, whatever it takes.

Yuuri stretches a little more at that, then settles back down into Victor's arms with a low, pleased noise. He's sticky and there's a wet, shuddering feeling that starts from the base of his spine and travels upwards when the shifting actually causes some of Victor's come to leak out of him and he has to deal with the onslaught of that as both a physical sensation and as a mental concept. He wants to have sex all over again. He never wants to move again.

He's so not used to this. Everything about his life has always been striving-- get up, try to do better than the day before, usually fail, take his successes by painful, painful inches. He doesn't know how to have instead of want. But right now, it feels like he could never do anything other than have sex and lay here and let Victor kiss his neck and be perfectly content.

"Mm. If we lay here much longer I'm definitely going to fall back asleep," Yuuri murmurs. And then when they wake up, they'll probably just have sex again.

Victor thinks the exact same thing, but he'll actually say it, with his usual jovial tone.

"If we fall back asleep, we'll just wake up to more sex," he nuzzles to Yuuri's hair, puffing a relaxing sigh into it, "but going to the shower will probably lead to the same thing, I'm not sure we can be stopped." He's not going to stop Yuuri, if he wants more, that's for certain. All Yuuri needs to do to turn Victor back on seems to be... Anything. The spark is too strong between them, it settled down into calm cinders between the roaring fire that keeps erupting everytime they get their hands on each other.

Yuuri's so relaxed and tired right now, that it's easy to say what he's thinking,

"I'm not sure that's really a problem," he yawns again, though, settles back deeper, though after a moment he seems to change his mind and find enough movement from somewhere to roll over, fit himself back into Victor's arms sleepily. It gets them both a little messy but he really doesn't care at this point, not when it also lets him touch and press his mouth against skin.

He's a lot bolder with his hands than he has been, not really seeking out anything in particular, just exploring the whole of Victor, lazily and with no real intent other than the skin under his palms.

"Quite the opposite," he settles into Yuuri as the man turns over and readjusts, tangling their legs together in the new position. They would need to clean the sheets and themselves, but it's nice to just relax in the mess they made together. Falling back asleep in it isn't the most appealing, but Victor's also not jumping away, much too comfortable for that. He'll press a finger to Yuuri's lips, needing to tease.

"I'm glad I finally got you back, for making me cum so quick that first time," he's going to remember that for a long while, talk about a wonderful memory. Yuuri made so desperate he came the moment Victor slid inside him. He'd think it a most indulgent fantasy, if it hadn't just happened.

Yuuri flushes and buries his head against Victor's shoulder, but he laughs too, soft and tired.

"It only took you how many tries?" he teases, but his mouth is sweeter on his skin than his words are and he follows it up a moment later, "If that's how you always take your revenge, I hope you have to get me back for a lot of things."

"A good thing I'm spiteful! I'll have to get you back again and again, I'll never have enough revenge," Victor is also laughing along, tired and adoring, kissing the top of Yuuri's hair as the man buries further into his embrace. Victor can feel the warmth of Yuuri's flushed skin against his, know the man's blushing even though he can't quite see it.

"Poor me," Yuuri deadpans, "I suppose I'll just have to console myself with how gorgeous and talented you are," it's another point where he's probably going to be hideously embarrassed he said something like that later on, but his mouth just kind of runs away from him in the moment and then he's too tired to regret much right now.

"I changed my mind," he says a moment later, shifting slightly, "I do think I want the shower now instead of later. I don't think I'm going to be able to go back to sleep after you saying something like that." He's partially teasing, but he's also not.

"Let's get up, then," he'll groan, finally nudging away the tent of sheet over them, allowing the full light of the morning to fall over them. He hoists himself up onto his elbows and then hands, looking down at Yuuri with his silver bangs hanging loose. A shower would be good, he reaches to sweep his hair back and most of it stays, sweaty from their wake up. Yuuri looks completely divine, his ideal lover, and Victor's heart aches at the very idea he will have to wake up some days without this sight beside him.

"Do you need me to carry you, again, my Yuuri?"

Yuuri's a mess of bruises and morning breath, he would argue, but he's hardly going to protest if Victor wants to look at him like that.

"I don't need you to, no," Yuuri leaves that open. He's still working on his words, it's just hard to tell when they're in the middle of having sex. He can't just ask Victor to carry him off to the bathroom because it's hot and it makes his inner fanboy roll over and purr. Neither are good reasons to want something, he tells himself. But it doesn't stop him from wanting it.

"Good, I'd rather you want me, than need me," he says slyly, crawling over Yuuri and off the edge of the bed. He's going to go ahead and reach to pull Yuuri into his arms, making certain his own legs weren't weak first. It's good to be free of the bed, though rather chilly. Even on a sunny day, it was colder weather than was comfortable and Victor didn't fuss with his thermostat after the power outage not long back, it completely slipped his mind. He hugs Yuuri close and moving quickly toward the bathroom, wanting the warmth of a shower as soon as possible. Not to mention what sticky messes they both were...

"I wouldn't mind making a habit of this," it's not all the different a scene from the morning before, except they spent more time in bed with the rain going on outside. Waking up beside one another, having amazing sex, and then carrying Yuuri to share a shower with him sounds like a wonderful routine to fall into.

This time around, he's more ready for it, when Victor lifts him, gets to enjoy it a bit more. He lets himself go a little more starry-eyed than normal like this, mostly because Victor can't see him as well, but is still so close. Yuuri leans his head against his shoulder and just relaxes into it, which is getting to be more the norm around Victor, now, but is still completely shocking to Yuuri every time he realizes he's done it.

There's a million things he could say about how impractical having this every day would be, not the least of which being if someone asked him to skate today, there's absolutely no way he'd be able to. But he doesn't say any of them because even though there's still that little spark inside him that says he really does still want to actually compete against Victor, he's also aware that talking about skating in the future is really tentative for him and he doesn't want to go down that path in a perfectly lovely morning.

"Me either. Though I have a feeling I'd get really spoiled really quickly, like this," he teases, warmly.

"I'm already feeling spoiled, you know how disappointed I'm going to be once you escape my evil lair?" He's half joking, but the truth is in there, how their inevitable separation is going to sting. Victor doesn't want to linger on that part, because they'd only be so far away for so long, seeing each other wouldn't be impossible. He'll add, "brace yourself for all the I miss you texts, I'll try to make them more sweet than pathetic, I promise."

He bumps the bathroom door open, passing through to the shower. Yuuri is again set down on the shower bench, Victor parting his hair to kiss his forehead.

"I think the part of the plan where you've corrupted me entirely has worked," Yuuri says it so matter of factly, it's clear that he doesn't consider it a bad thing, despite the word choice, particularly when he follows it up with, "In fact, you probably should just go ahead and put the lube in the shower, shouldn't you? We both know how this is going to go,"

Clearly having two orgasms before he's even put his feet on the floor (still technically hasn't) has made him sassy.

He's... probably not wrong though.

For such a sexy comment, the blush comes for the sweetness afterwards, though there's a little wince as he's sat down on the cold bench.

"They won't be pathetic," he answers, more seriously, "I'll need them." He doesn't have any way to really explain to Victor what this is going to be like for him, how difficult it's going to be in a completely different way from how it's likely to be hard for Victor.

"Can do!" he'll respond, because it works for both the comment about the lube and the comment about needing the messages he knows he'll be sending. He's turning on the steam and the water for Yuuri, but stepping out of the shower himself. He wants to grab them both toothbrushes along with Yuuri's sassy request. He'll return with toiletries in hand and a brush sticking out of his mouth. He passed a fresh brush and toothpaste to Yuuri, setting aside the lube because, while he suspects it will get used, he doesn't expect to be getting hard again before they've actually had a sensible wait. He brushes and stands under the water, sighing pleasantly as the warmth washed over him.

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