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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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There's something delicious in following Yuuri's commands. The man was a fan of his, so he'd obviously be aware of how notoriously uncooperative Victor is. The obedience is all Victor can think of to surprise, following the request without word or question. The closest he gets to a catty response is a cock of his head to one side, over a shoulder, eyeing Yuuri expectantly. He rests his head onto his own arms tense at his neck before the touch urges him to relax into the feeling. His ass is jutted out, legs also somewhat tense before Yuuri's hands are on them. There's a tempting swivel of hips, his butt moving along with a bounce of his knees, one then the other. It's not quite the same as grinding back against Yuuri, it's too playful to be all that intense.

There's an answering expression there, that says that Yuuri's catching on, slow but sure, to the fact that Victor's kind of brat in the bedroom, even when he's being compliant. There's a whisper of a desire, there, to do something about that, but Yuuri's still not quite there, yet, isn't quite sure enough of his own ability. The look though, says pretty plainly that Victor's planting seeds that will bear fruit later on.

Right now, though, the mood is much softer, more indulgent, and Yuuri doesn't rise to the bait. In fact, he's taking his time, even with Victor making motions like he'd like him to hurry it up more. He does, however, move almost solely to massaging Victor's thighs, with particular attention to the muscles on the inside. He knows those hurt a lot on him after a day of skating and the Grand Prix isn't that far behind them. They're probably still sore.

He does not consider how their other activities might have affected that, but he'd only be more determined to work some of the tension there out if he did.

Much as Victor could act impatient with his teasing, he is quite pleased with the slow pace. Yuuri is clearly taking his time to familiarize himself with Victor's body, to savor and understand him. It gives a certain lasting quality to their intimacy, not just a rush of passion to be tossed aside when it's not longer an immediate thrill. This is effort and longing, setting Victor out and waiting for him to boil over. The massage is more appreciated than he first considers, legs soon feeling weak from the relaxing digging in of fingers to his skin and muscles. Victor's moans of approval escape his smile, as he breathes out, unable to keep much of a view on Yuuri with his back faced to him. It's not going to take long for VIctor to be fully hard again, panting into his own arms the more aroused he gets.

Yuuri takes his time. He's had a thing for these thighs for as long as he's had a thing for anything at all, so it makes sense that he would want to appreciate them. Even still, he does have a destination in mind, and so there's some lube, eventually, and he palms Victor's ass finally with one hand while he's slipping one finger of the other into him, working slowly. There's no rush at all, after all. A moment later, he leans in, nuzzling into the back of Victor's neck a little,

"I like this. You're so quiet," it's kind of a weird thing to say, makes it sound a little like he doesn't like Victor talking, but the tone is so soft, sweet, that he hopes it comes across that he's flattered, pleased that Victor's enjoying himself enough to not need to talk, to tell him what to do, that he's comfortable enough, himself, to not need to be goaded into anything.

"Wow, rude..." he doesn't mean it in any sincerity, it's a teasing tone right back to match Yuuri. He had been moaning, a clear sign of his approval, but he still had it in his mind from yesterday. Don't give any orders, let Yuuri explore for himself.

"Do you only like my voice when it's begging for you?"

"I like your voice all the time," Yuuri says, sweetly, but there's something more darkly teasing when he adds, "The begging is a bonus." There's another little nuzzle, a soft kiss, but one that lingers on the skin, "Mostly I just like knowing that I can get you that way," he admits, out loud, because today is apparently going to be every bit as full of surprises as yesterday was.

"It makes me feel like I actually have any idea what I'm doing," the tone is self-deprecating but in a laughing sort of way, there's no teeth in it.

"You're amazing, my Yuuri," Victor responds to sweetness with sweetness, it can't be helped. His title of playboy gave people the assumption he was spoiled on every variety of lover there could be, but that's simply not the case. He's full of gratitude that Yuuri is allowing all this, teasing him, charging forward despite his fears. Victor wants to reward that, prove there's nothing to be afraid of. It's a give and take he hasn't had before.

"I've never had someone so giving, so intuitive, it's purely addicting," the word has stuck in his mind, Yuuri really thought of just the right turn description of this thing between them, "we just work, like we were built to fit each other,"

Because apparently Yuuri doesn't like not immediately setting new records when he has the opportunity to, the way he pushes that one finger in deep for a moment, along with the purr in his voice definitelysets a new record for him for saying something unexpectedly sexy,

"In more ways than one," it's teasing but even so, he can't believe he actually said that. His brain, though, is just kind of idled somewhere tired and content. He should be worried Victor's going to take that the wrong way, but he's just... not. He's not sure if he really can accept the compliment, the thought that he's somehow unusually intuitive or giving, but he doesn't fight it, either, believes that Victor believes it, believes that for some reason, he's being allowed to do this, have this.

He adds another finger on the heels of that comment, with some more lube, but he's definitely taking his sweet time working back up to more. In fact, it might even start to seem suspiciously like he's goading Victor a bit, more towards that begging he was talking about.

Victor twitches and writhes against Yuuri's fingers inside him, but he's pliant and relaxes enough that's it's an easy preparation. His legs quiver despite their athletic strength, knees tilting just a bit in on themselves, trying to hold himself up. Yuuri's getting very good at pressing his buttons, this time intentionally. The fact they've done little else but have sex this whole time is a whole other aspect. It's steadily frying his nerves, inside and out, making him all the more sensitive to each touch and thrust and caress. He twitches and pulls one of his arms out from under his head, needing his palm flat against the tiles to steady his balance.

"Yuuri, please, I want your cock inside me,"

"Do you?" it's obviously rhetorical and a moment later Yuuri brushes teasingly against his prostate, light enough that it's almost possible to believe its a complete accident, but for the timing. Yuuri's still not very good at being explicit, but given a moment to think his way through a thing, he can do with tone what a lot of people might do with profanity,

"How badly do you want it?" it's teasing, but not in a mean way, clear that half of what he's doing is asking Victor to beg, but the other half is that he's telling him it's okay to-- he's told Victor to be quiet when he's trying to be more in control of things than he's asked him to talk, so it's also permission. He's feeling more sturdy about himself now, he can handle it.

"Haah, so much it's embarrassing," there's a bit of a whimper to the tone, needy and wanting, all at once. The careless, unrushed mood is gone, Victor is impatient again, cock hard and dripping with the hot water rolling over every curve of his body. He needs the hand bracing against the wall, but the one under his head can pull back. Victor uses the hand to spread his ass, opening himself up more for Yuuri to view fully. The younger man's fingers still sunk in deep where his cock could be at any moment he chose, Victor wanting nothing more. He is ready to be ravaged.

"You don't have to be gentle," there's a challenge in the phrasing, not just permission, but a dare to be more wild.

"You're beautiful," Yuuri always seems to say it in moments like these. It's not some desire to reassure Victor of anything, though it likely serves that purpose nicely, it's just that it's a little overwhelming and it's all he can think of, when Victor does things like that.

"Hm. Is that so?" Yuuri says and it's almost flippant, definitely a potential red flag that there's something going on in Yuuri's head, but so far, all of his ideas this morning have been good ones, haven't they?

Him slicking up with entirely too much lube and then sinking in slow, hands tight on Victor's hips in case he tries to speed things up, probably gives a hint to where this is headed.

The nudging of Yuuri's cock against him garners a satisfied gasp, but it's cut short by Victor biting down on his own lip. The stretch of his hole around Yuuri is slow and frustrating. Yuuri choosing to tease his impatience builds the tension to a boil, Victor wanting to take back control and just have his way, already. It's better he doesn't, of course it is, but he growls with some feigned, prideful annoyance to be denied longer.

"Y, you tease...."

There's a low chuckle to that, a new type of sound out of Yuuri, low and dark. He's learning when Victor is playing and when he's not, when he can push things. It's still a house of cards, tenuous, a breath could knock it over, but seeing Yuuri take tentative steps out into some of this is likely pretty breathtaking.

"Hm. Maybe a little," he admits. He bottoms out and pushes in deep for a moment, pulls Victor's hips back against him, and then he's pulling out again, also slow, slow, slow. "You feel so good. Maybe I just want a chance to savor it."

While that's probably also true, he's definitely mostly just doing this because he knows Victor's going to get increasingly desperate the more he does it.

"Aah, your cock is the best, Yuuri," there's that whimpering kind of desperation. When Yuuri says it, savoring the feeling between their bodies is tempting. It's also wildly difficult, because he feels like he's wound so tight he'll snap soon. Sitting on the edge of great pleasure is wonderfully precarious, the feeling of Yuuri brushing his prostate as he pulls back out the best kind of torture. Victor's back curls further back, arching to allow Yuuri even further in with his next stroke.

"Nothing is better, nothing,"

"Nothing? Nothing at all?" he keeps the same pace, but he obliges at least a little, grinding in more with the next push in.

There's a combination of feelings this morning, everything so worn out from the sex they're already had, both today and yesterday and the day before that. Everything feels settled inside Yuuri in a way that it's never been but everything feels precarious. Likely not this early, but later today sometime there's likely to be a phone call or a knock, a sign that they need to return to their worlds, an end to this. And Yuuri isn't honestly as sure as Victor is, that it will survive the distance. He knows how he is, how his brain is, this is only possible because he hasn't had space to think, to worry and as soon as he does, there's going to be payback.

So right here, right now, he's back to feeling like he's got to grab at everything he can hold, and that includes getting Victor to say these ridiculous things-- for him, because of him, because it's so good he can't help it.

(He'd put Victor calling his cock the best on his tombstone, if he didn't think it would be a scandal, that's how much he treasures that.)

Victor is feeling haughty, needing to save his pride just a little, if only so it's more fun to buckle under later on. He huffs, flashing eyes over a shoulder, smirking back to say.

"Earning a Gold Medal... maybe just that is better," he's not sure if Yuuri will take that as an insult, Victor is a competitor at heart. There's nothing he works harder for than to grab for first place. Saying Yuuri is even close to that, with all the effort it took, should be a great compliment.

There's a point in all this where maybe he would have, or at the very least, it would have cowed him a bit too much for the kind of playing they're currently doing. But Yuuri is currently in that strange place in his head he occasionally gets, and so he pulls out even more slowly than before, teasing, then stops for a moment, almost out, just barely holding Victor open with his cock,

"Hm. I don't know if I want to come in second."

Victor, you are going to have to deal with the abject mortification that he's said that to you later, more than likely, but right now, his voice doesn't even shake.

Any other time and Victor would have lost his mind laughing at that. He knows Yuuri is immediately knocked out of the mood when he does that, that it makes him rethink what he said and get embarrassed. Luckily Victor is so keyed up he can't do more than play into, arching his back as far as he can, trying to nudge Yuuri inside him any little bit more. A mild chuckle to go along with his teasing tone should play into the absurdity, nicely.

"I don't mind, if you come first," puns are sexy, right?

Yuuri is the one that laughs this time, forehead pressed to Victor's back, but he's pushing back in while he does it, so it's pretty clear he doesn't consider it to have broken the mood this time. There's another long, slow push, followed by that deeper grind at the end,

"I'll take it under consideration," he says, and it's too formal but, for once, that seems to fit into the mood rather than make him feel awkward about it, particularly since he follows it up with, "I'm pretty sure I could do this for a while, though..."

He hasn't turned the water off yet, and it's not infinite, but he's thinking about it. He's actually a bit curious how Victor will respond to that-- they haven't managed to really have slow sex, yet, just a lot of sex.

Once Yuuri laughs, then Victor can't help himself, either. It's a great feeling though, loving and adoring, enjoying a moment of humor in all the intensity is as much of a turn on for Victor as anything sexy. Yuuri teasing that he wants this to last does remind him of how weak he legs already felt at the start and how extra strained they were already.

"Your stamina... is absurd, my Yuuri, my legs won't hold out,"

"Does that mean you want to stop?" the way he says it is teasing, not like he's actually concerned. But whether Victor wants to keep going or call a stop to it, it's pretty clear Yuuri's going to make him beg for it.

Consider it revenge for all the talking Victor's made him do. He's not going to go easy on you, particularly not after that gold medal comment...

"No, no, my Yuuri, just have some mercy," he begs out, legs wiggling his butt, Yuuri still deep inside him, "I can't hold out so long, I want you too much," don't make him collapse, please, though part of him does think that would be pretty hot, probably not too functional.

There's a pause, because this is maybe a little further than he would normally take things even in this mood, but in the end, everything's so playful that he's not really worried about the consequences anymore,

"Would you have mercy on me?" he hasn't moved back out again, staying in deep.

"I wouldn't dare," Victor huff out with a laugh, bemused, "when you keep telling me don't stop,"

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