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If Victor likes one thing, it's to be surprised! He's assuming the man steamed too long and was feeling lightheaded, but nope. His shirt is grabbed and he's dragged forward, making a very elegant "mmph--!" noise to meet Yuuri's lips again. The problem of an extra deep couch is the back is further away and more difficult to grab onto if, say, you're losing your balance and falling onto it. The benefit is when Victor lands in a clumsy heap on Yuuri, there's actually plenty of room to stretch out, all tangled up on one another.

Needless to say, he has no complaints about this. There's just a playful chuckle as he kisses Yuuri in return, not adjusting from the tangle limbs they fell onto each other and into. He's curious how Yuuri will feel about that.

He did steam too long. He is light-headed. He's just also this.

He has no idea what, exactly, he thinks he's doing. Is this because he would regret it, otherwise or is this some desperate attempt to sabotage himself, to make Victor realize that Yuuri is clumsy, inept, not the person he thought he was. Is it punishment to his own heart for feeling this way about a man he'd previously never actually met, to make sure he shatters himself on a handful of days in a strange city that can't possibly last? He doesn't know.

Maybe it's just that he wants it and Victor, for some strange reason, does too. Probably he should play harder to get. Probably this is a bad decision. Definitely right now none of that matters. Not when Victor's on top of him, pressing him down into the couch cushions and kissing him back, smoothing out the clumsiness with his own grace.

Yuuri isn't quite brave enough yet to tangle back more deliberately, but he's definitely not trying to get them untangled.

If Yuuri isn't shying away, continuing to kiss him, Victor will go along with it. He's up for whatever ride the younger man seems willing to get on with him. Part of him is aware he's a complete sap, he's completely tripped up and fallen for this man. Part of him is so happy for this it's nearly overwhelming.

His kisses are more experimental, now. He wants to see what Yuuri reacts best to, see what he can do to please him. Yuuri had confessed to having nearly no experience, but Victor would call the man a natural. Victor will move his lips slowly, suckling the man's other lips, dipping his tongue out to taste them, nibbling teeth ever so gently. All the little ways he liked it, hopeful that Yuuri shared the pleasure.

Getting Yuuri to believe he's anything more than a passing fancy to the other man is going to be the hardest part of this. Getting him to keep kissing him now that he's started? That's easy. Yuuri's not very loud at all, but he's expressive all the same, soft gasps of pleasure and shivers, the twitch of his fingers at the scrape of teeth. The tongue bit gets a shudder, clearly something he enjoys.

He rolls them a moment later, tipping Victor off deeper into the couch, still tangled up in each other, but it's just so he can press closer without arching up, something he's still not really brave enough to do. He is brave enough to deepen the kiss, though, to chase the retreat of the next little bit of tongue with his own.

There's a soft exclamation of "wow!" as he's pushed onto his side, adjusting to snuggle in close to Yuuri. He'll moan into the deeper kiss, smiling playfully as he gropes a hand down his body. Yuuri's side, his hip, his thigh. He'll slide his fingers behind Yuuri's knee, slipping his leg between the man's, basically guiding Yuuri to straddle him. It's a bit less lewd than if they were in the previous position, but not much.

Yuuri hasn't quite figured out what to do with his hands yet, but there's no protest to Victor's certainly. The slide of his hand down to his hip has him shifting closer, body following the slight push of it inwards. By the time his hand is working down his thigh, Yuuri's had to break the kiss for air, but the low not-quite-moan he voices when he does hopefully allays any concern that he's pulling away.

Just the fingers behind his knee on their own gain a little shiver, the skin there is sensitive even through the soft pants, and the noise he makes when Victor slides his leg between his and hikes his up over the top is less pleasure and more revelation. His mouth finds Victor's again, which muffles the moan somewhat, but how easily he pushes into that touch is probably a little surprising after how shy he's been.

Drunk exaggeration or not, it seems there's at least some truth to the way he'd talked at the party.

"Explore all you like, Yuuri," Victor says this in a low, erotic whisper, like it's a terribly fun kind of secret, "you have good instincts, so far." His tongue reaches out and licks along the curve of Yuuri's upper lip. His tongue will do the before mentioned exploring, sliding in to touch Yuuri's teeth, tasting along the sharp curve.

At some point he's going to have to come up for air, literal air to some extent, though he's managing well enough between kisses, but more metaphorically. There's going to be something that intrudes: Makkachin, his own fear, them falling off the sofa, a discussion about things like lube and condoms, any one of a number of roads this could lead down and all of them include him coming to his senses at some point. But he fights to stay here, where all there is is Victor's tongue and the feel of his one hand still locked behind his knee like a brand, the way he's alternately feeling like everything is lighting up and like all of the tension keeps leaving him in shudders.

He's still more clinging than he is touching, though he does manage to get an arm around Victor so he's at least clinging to the back of his shirt rather than the front. But he's starting to kiss more hungrily now, low noises breathed into Victor's mouth, bold enough to slide his tongue back against Victor's when he chases into his mouth.

The more aggressive, greedy kissing from Yuuri draws out Victor's own moans. His tongue presses and slides against Yuuri's, breathe warm and tangled up in Yuuri's much like their bodies. Maybe Yuuri would have a difficult time believing it; that Victor Nikiforov found simply making out on his couch so damn satisfying.

His hand wanders back up Yuuri's leg, fingers hooked to follow the curve of the man's thigh to his ass. He'll hold his palm there, enjoying the handful of plush skin. Victor smirks slightly, thinking how startled Yuuri would be if he spanked him. It would probably spook him away, at this point, so Victor will be on his best behavior. Maybe later...

"You like this, Yuuri?" He's always a glutton for feedback.

He's making soft noises back, call and response, though his sound a little hitched. He's not quite comfortable with them, but they're sliding out anyway and he's not quite trying to stop them either, anymore. He can't think to. He's got to sound pathetic, like the virgin he doesn't know that Victor is quite aware he is, but he's too overwhelmed to care.

The keening noise he makes when Victor ends up with his hand on his ass and the way he shudders a bit like he's going to fall apart, that "later" that Victor is thinking about is likely to be pretty spectacular, if Yuuri doesn't spend all night hiding in the bathroom. He can't help but hitch his hips closer, squirm a little.

"Yes," Yuuri's as tongue-tied as ever, but the single word is immediate and emphatic.

"Good, me too, Yuuri... " He'll really linger on the name, which felt sweet leaving his lips. His mouth is still close as he speaks, ghosting along Yuuri's skin and kissing the curve of the man's chin. His jawline gets peppered with slow, lingering kisses, leading back to the crook beneath his ear. Teeth graze Yuuri's earlobe without force behind them, just a tickle.

He's still trying to figure out how to touch back, fingers tracing patterns occasionally now, but he's way more nervous about that part, somehow, than being touched, so he still stays primarily more responsive than active, at least in terms of touch-- though every time Viktor lands a kiss on Yuuri's mouth, Yuuri's the one to deepen it, almost reflexively. It's a good sign of what he'll probably be like the more comfortable he gets.

In the meantime, he's gloriously responsive, head falling back immediately to bare more of his neck on a low moan when Viktor starts kissing along it. The teeth to his ear gets a little gasp and a moment of tension, but if Viktor slides them down to his neck, instead, he can almost certainly find a combination of teeth and tongue and skin that sets Yuuri into a writhe, hips pushing down without him meaning for them too, grinding down just a little on Viktor's leg.

Sensitive reactions are all Victor could ask for, he revels in each gasp and moan. He'll trace his tongue down Yuuri's neck, suckling and nibbling the soft skin. As Yuuri continues to open up to the attention, Victor continues to exploit for more and different reactions. The writhing grabs his attention more than anything and he can't help but press into it. Hand on Yuuri's ass hikes him in closer, Victor's thigh pressing into the man's lap for him to find friction against.

Meanwhile, Victor is leaving... probably too many hickies. Dark, round, red hickies.

Later, he's going to be really embarrassed about the noise that comes out of his mouth when Victor hikes him closer like that, wanton and needy. Right now, there's no room left in his head for anything but this, more. He's barely aware that it's turned rhythmic, now, the way he's grinding on Victor, but Victor's probably all too aware of it, considering he's likely helping him along.

Yuuri's not doing anything at all to cause Victor to want to stop giving hickeys. Each new one that blooms over his skin comes with a completely delicious, whining sort of moan and his fingers clenching in Victor's shirt, head lolling back for the next one.

At the point where Victor is running low on clear skin is when he's dipping his hands down to the hem of Yuuri's shirt. His hands sneak under, touching the skin there directly, his hands a bit cold. Victor had a bit of trouble with that, so he'll try rub his fingers along Yuuri's skin to get some warmth from friction. His thigh rocking back against Yuuri's needy hips.

"Getting warm, again?" a not so subtle way to ask if Yuuri might like to shed his shirt.

The temperature difference gets a different kind of good noise and then Yuuri's having to try to parse English again, eyes glazed over in pleasure,

"No, I'm... oh..." he gets it, ducks his head, but nods. After a moment and a deep breath he adds, "But... I don't want it to be just me."

The answer gets a fond smile and Victor will grab steady onto Yuuri's hips. He shifts, adjusting to slide himself under Yuuri, onto his back. This moves Yuuri upright to straddling on top of him. Victor gazes up at Yuuri, before reaching to take the man's wrists and slide Yuuri's fingers under his own shirt. He'll guide the younger man's hands up his sides and chest, before sliding out of his top wear. Victor tosses it aside, chest naked.

"You next."

And all of a sudden there is. nowhere. to. hide. There's a trill of panic, but Victor's guiding his hands and he doesn't pull away. His skin is warmer than his hands were. He's gorgeous laid out across the sofa like this. It's again the surreality that helps. Everything since he's woken up has been dreamlike, things running together in impossible patterns. Leading here. Leading past here. He's worked all his life just to be on the same ice as Victor and here he is. There had never been any thought beyond that. A hope that maybe his idol might see him. But Yuuri was never the sort to presume to imagine they might be friends, much less anything else, even in his private thoughts.

He rolls his hips like this, just once, not for any reason related to his own pleasure, but to see what it does to Victor's face. Whether it's ridiculous or sexy, the reaction gets him through pulling off his own shirt, though he can't fix the way his posture shifts after he does, like his whole body's trying to get away from Victor's eyes. It doesn't stop him from putting his hands back on him, though, cautiously.

He knows he's been too silent, but it's also taking everything in him to hold together what's in his head, much less speak in the middle of it.

Don't worry, (yeah, right...), Victor can do the talking Yuuri is too preoccupied for. His hands are warmer now and slide up Yuuri's sides, his thumbs teasing slowly around the man's navel and the tight muscles of his stomach. Skaters needed pristine bodies, but Victor loved the differences and individuality. Yuuri is small, but had a lot of strength.

"You're just divine," he'll say, the same quiet, appreciative sincerity he'd tried to express before. More jokingly, he'll add, as if he's been chided in the past, "do you prefer beautiful or handsome?"

"I don't know. I've never been called either one," a few hours ago, it would have been sad at best, or maybe even sullen. Here, it's just honest, while he lets Victor soothe the tension out of his muscles. Victor can probably tell, though, that Yuuri's deliberately holding himself here. He wants to flinch away, but he won't let himself. He traces his hands over Victor, instead, not with any particular goal in mind, but just to tear his own mind away from Victor looking at him.

"Then I'll just have to call you both and you can make up your mind later," it's lighthearted, a wide grin plastered on Victor as he's touched and touches back. "You are beautifully handsome, Yuuri. It's selfish of me, I know, but I'm very pleased you're here a bit longer. I want you to enjoy our time together."

Yuuri can't help but laugh a little at that and flush a bit more.

"I don't know how I'm here or how this is happening," he confesses, tracing patterns in Victor's skin, "This isn't something that happens to me," he means all of it, any of it. "But... I really like being here. Even if I have no idea what I'm doing."

"I'm flying by the seat of my pants, too!" Victor chuckles, trying to reassure Yuuri he's also improvising. "If you're ever displeased with something I do prefer to be told rather than being slapped."

Edited 2017-03-18 03:15 (UTC)

"Somehow, I think it's a little different for you," Yuuri says, but it's smiling, not bitter or anything. He shakes his head, "I can't think of anything you could do that I would slap you for!"

Victor, please do not take that as a challenge.

... Please?

He won't, he won't... but that's down to the root of it, huh? Victor very much wants to impress Yuuri. He wants the man to genuinely like him, not just some idealized version of him from magazines and competition footage. After all, Victor's the fool who fell head over heels for the blackout drunk at the party... and was only falling harder and harder throughout the day with him.

"Lets keep it that way!"

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