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"Tick-i-lish~?" Victor draws out the word playfully, as Yuuri squirms and bats at his head gently. Absolutely nothing turned on Victor more than laughter during intimacy, little reprieves of release from the building up of tension, making the hot parts all the hotter by contrast. His hands hold Yuuri in place by the hips, kissing at the sensitive area more and more, to draw those desperate, if fun reactions from the man.

"Apparently!" he can't stop laughing or trying to get away, but he also isn't really trying very hard, either, and the way Victor holds his hips down gets a moan in the middle of it, followed by a shriek and another attempt at twisting away as he finds a particularly ticklish spot.

None of this seems to be doing anything to calm him down at all, in fact, quite the opposite. It's a little like finding just the right way to pull the bow off a package and everything comes undone. Yuuri's completely unselfconscious for a moment, and while it's obviously lighter in tone, it's the same kind of playful he was last night.

Victor will have mercy after Yuuri gives an outright squeak, laughing along with the man and letting him catch his breathe. He rests his chin on Yuuri's stomach, looking up at him like he's just the center of the universe, the only thing worth looking at. It's maybe too loving of a look and he'll catch himself, cutting it short to slide lower. One more kiss, to ground Yuuri back in the moment, just above the waistline of the underwear he was borrowing. There's no hesitance to press a kiss to the clothed tip of Yuuri's cock, Victor's lips wet and slightly open. He's leaving kiss there to glance up at Yuuri for whatever (inevitably adorable) reaction this might cause.

Yuuri catches that look and it washes over him, but there's too much in the moment to process it. It sinks in, though, winds into all of the other impressions, sticks somewhere. He's got no idea why Victor seems so enchanted with him, but it's actually starting to sink in a little that he is.

And then there's the little warning kiss, but it's over too fast before Victor's mouth is on his cock and Yuuri's still too wired for motion after all of the tickling to do anything but arch his hips into the touch, fists clenched back in the sheets. It's that odd combination again, that Yuuri seems to bring about effortlessly, because he seems too shy to touch Victor much and the noise he just made was surprised, a little more squeaky and cute than he'd probably have liked, and he's blushing like crazy-- but he also just definitely ground himself against Victor's face for a moment there.

His eyes go wide the moment after he realizes that that's what he's done, but there's a moment to forestall an endless string of apologies if Victor's fast enough at distracting him from them.

There was no expectation that Yuuri push back, Victor's lips to get squished against him rather comically. He can roll with it, smiling devious to open his mouth up and take the whole tip of Yuuri's cock into his mouth, sucking on the strained cloth, wetting it more than Yuuri's dripping erection already had. If anything should distract the younger man, it's the moan Victor gives in response. Amused and yet still lewd, teasing Yuuri's impatience, but also enjoying it.

He lets the tip slip out from his lips, but doesn't pull away, instead turning his head to one side. Victor presses his lips and tongue to the shape, sliding his open mouth down the man's shaft.

"God... oh god, I'm sor--aaaaah!" well, that's one way to mostly shut him up. The suction turns him shuddering and boneless, head back on the pillows, and there's a little whimper to Victor's moan. He twists a little at the switch to him dragging his mouth down him, but there's absolutely no doubt that it's a hungry sort of motion, not a hiding one. Whatever apologies he has fall away, there's no room for them.

If only Victor had a tail, it would be wagging like mad. He's so damn self satisfied to get Yuuri from dead silent to crying out. A hot breathe to Yuuri's clothed cock and he'll takes his mouth away to lick his lips, gazing up to the man.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he'll hook his fingers under the waistband and pull them down. He leans away from Yuuri so the man can close his thighs enough for the briefs to be removed. Victor's fingers dragging down thighs, knees, shins, and the tops of feet, before toss the underwear aside. "If it feels that good, I'm doing well."

There's a good chance it'll catch up to him here in a minute, again, but right now, there's no nervousness to Victor taking his underwear off, another victory point for Victor, there. There's even a little appreciative noise at the slow brush of his fingers, and Victor barely has to push at all to get him spreading his legs again so he can settle back between them.

"Everything feels good..." he half admits, half breathes, more than a little enchanted. The opposite of his nervousness doesn't seem to be boldness, so much as wonder, and it sits pretty on him, regardless of what else is going on around him.

"I'm only getting started," that is probably equal measure incredibly exciting and horribly intimidating, but whoops, Victor doesn't always think that through. He's back between Yuuri's legs, tongue following the line of his top teeth. There's no room for hesitation, with Yuuri laid out like a he's ready to be devoured. His hand wraps around Yuuri's now exposed cock, guiding it into his mouth. Tongue and lips touch directly to skin this time, all wet and warmth, lapping back the man's precum without a flinch.

He only thought he was prepared for what this was going to feel like, to actually have Victor's mouth on him. He thought the touch through the underwear was a good measure, but he was really, really wrong. Everything is warm and wet and a kind of fleshy and smooth overlapping each other and he has no idea what noise that was he just made but he doesn't care.

Victor Nikiforov just put his dick in his mouth and he is going to die.

He (surprising no one but himself) does not die. He does, however, clench his hands hard enough in the sheets that they're going to hurt tomorrow and make the most pathetic little noise to whatever Victor does after the initial contact, which he would be embarrassed about, except he's both too turned on and too rapt watching him.

Not only is the Victor Nikiforov sucking your dick, Yuuri, he's also looking damn pleased to do it. He also sounds damn pleased, from the delicious kind of moaning noise his throat makes. Yuuri's cock is even slid back deep enough to feel the vibration of it, which tickles the head of his dick with a subtle sensation. At the start, he's mostly feeling it out. His tongue wraps and cradles the intrusion, tasting it and caressing the shape, finding where it fit best without rubbing against teeth or bothering his jaw. He doesn't even both sucking it very hard, assuming he'll add that bit in after a moment, when he's comfortable enough to bob his head.

He's not sure what there is to look smug about but damned if he doesn't react to it all the same, a toe-curling pleasure there that he doesn't even know whether to classify as physical or mental. He has absolutely no defense against Victor making noises like his cock is delicious, muffled and wet. He can't seem to stop moaning, now, every breath leaving him in some kind of noise, but he's entirely too far gone to care at this point.

He's doing a pretty good job of not moving his hips much, courteous, but Victor might want to hold him down before he starts moving in earnest.

Or not.

There's a few options Victor is noticing take shape. Yuuri's impatient rocking of hips is curious, most guys were bone still and let him do the movement. Curiously and now comfortable with just how much of Yuuri he could take (it's all of it), he'll slack his mouth open more with the writhing. His eyes flick upward against, a hungry and silent permission for Yuuri to move if it pleased him to. Victor more than a little turned on by the idea of Yuuri taking some control over this and using him.

He doesn't have enough control of himself to not at least twitch into all that heat, but he knows enough to know it's not polite and he's halfway to clawing out an apology when Victor gives him that look And he's not an expert at reading things in bed, but that's pretty explicit. He looks ravenous.

"Oh... fuck..." he's not even aware he's managed to form a word, much less that word, and it sits maybe a little strangely in the air. "God... Victor..." it's disbelief. He wants to run. He wants what's being offered so bad he can't breathe.

The first pushing roll of his hips is tentative, but it's a decision, and they both know it.

"Haah," it's the only sound he can make, a hot puff of air on the man's cock as it was thrust ever so slightly into his mouth. As Yuuri pulls away, Victor sucks down on him, adding a lot more pressure to the act suddenly. His mouth is open again, presented the same way, encouraging the motion to continue. Victor wasn't sure he could imagine Yuuri cursing, he didn't seem like the type for it, so the draw it out of him felt like an accomplishment.

He's not the type. He's not the type to do any of this. None of this feels like something he would do, that he would ever even get the choice to do. And yet... here he is. And there's this feeling, the way he feels sometimes, right before he pushes off into the twentieth jump of the practice, when all the other ones have failed. A dogged feeling, like if he just pushes a little harder, does it one more time, this time... this time...

He knows somewhere, that he's going to fall. He always knows he's going to fall.

It's just sometimes he's wrong.

The second deliberate push is a little firmer and when that only gets more encouragement, it's like a runaway train, everything coming unravelled again, and he's still not harsh about it, not at first, but he's definitely moving. It's stuttering, from time to time, but he's doing it. After a few panicked sounding breaths, he even settles into it a little, and there's a pace, slow, writhing, but noticeable.

For every horribly unfortunate thing to happen today, there seems to be something Yuuri's incredibly lucky for. Like Victor enjoying the rougher, wilder pace the man starts at. He ends up whimpering at the steadier thrusting, wanting the roughness back. His hand finds Yuuri's wrist, pulling his hand from the crumpled up sheets and setting it on the back of his head. The weight of Yuuri holding him, pushing in and out of his mouth, does the trick in getting another longing moan from the older man.

"Victor..." he manages, again, breathed surprised and like he can't quite believe it. And here's where people probably go astray a lot, because doing something like this is something you talk about, isn't it? It's definitely not something you do when you're just barely starting to have sex with someone, when you don't know them. It would be easy to back off, to go gentle, to make some kind of snide comment about it, any one of a number of things.

Yuuri's shaking a little, when Victor puts his hand on the back of his head, and he shakes his head no, minutely, but it's that second of denial before you do something that scares you a little, not an actual protest.

And then he does something that scares him a little-- pushes down on Victor's head at the same moment he pushes up, testing, rougher, but not very forceful. And when Victor moans, he does it again, an answering cry spilling out of his own mouth and then he just... believes him. His fingers clench in Victors hair just a little, hopefully just enough to hold on and not enough to hurt, and then he holds him there while his hips all but snap forward.

If that doesn't get an immediate protest, things slide immediately from testing this shakily to fucking Victor's mouth, Yuuri's cries going sharp and loud in response to how amazing everything feels.

There's no protest from Victor, who easily falls into the motion of Yuuri's choice. His tongue meets Yuuri's cock as it thrusts inside, sloppy and wet. He keeps his teeth tucked up behind lips, not wanting the man to accidentally scrape in an unpleasant way. His lips get a puffy redness to them and drool escapes down his chin in a wanton fashion.

Actually, he's not doing much of anything once Yuuri grabs his hair, fucking him as he pleased. He'll feel free to slide to rest on one arm, sliding his other back between his legs. Palming his own cock, he shivers against Yuuri, sucking harder in response to direct contact for himself.

Jokes about endurance aside, there's no way Yuuri's going to last long like this-- not when it's his first time doing something like this and it's so off the rails and it's Victor and he's so good at it. Yuuri's saying things, snippets of words in Japanese because he's fluent in English but it's still a second language, interspersed with a smear of sound that's probably supposed to be Victor's name, but is mostly keening at this point, his whole body part of the motion of his hips.

He manages a single "I'm--" in all of that, easy to miss, but it's not subtle how the type of noises he's making change, everything going somehow both sharper and deeper. He's close.

Victor can handle the "abuse", albeit of the sexy variety, only to a point. Getting cum shot down his throat required his exact terms, he really doesn't want to choke or gag or get a nose bleed (it's happened, it's the WORST.) He'll notice the shift in Yuuri's demeanor and pace, taking the hand from himself to grab the man's hips and steady them so he won't be moving anymore. He can finish off Yuuri himself, bobbing and sucking with determination to drive the man over the edge, trying to keep a similar pace to what Yuuri had done when in control.

When he can feel the man twitching, ready to cum, he'll open his mouth wide and let it spray onto his tongue and lips. It should make quite a good visual, combined with his blue eyes looking up so very satisfied at Yuuri.

It's not necessarily Victor either taking control or the change of how things feel that does it, really. Victor would likely be pleased to know that it's the surprise that does it. He's so into what's happening to the point he's almost insensible and then there's a pressure change, shift, and his eyes are flying open and there's Victor looking so satisfied about the whole thing, and it's better than any fantasy he ever could have conjured up, his imagination no match for this.

His hand falls back to the sheets and it's a good thing, because his orgasm leaves him clawing at them, making a hoarse noise that might otherwise be classified as a scream, except there's no air. The intensity of it throws his head back for a moment on the pillows, but he manages to loll it forward fairly quickly. He doesn't want to miss a moment of this.

Victor's mouth is open for the cumshot, spraying onto his tongue and then lips to follow up. He'd usually give another lick to the man's cock, to clean it off, but instead he'll close his mouth and lap over his own lips before swallowing. Sitting himself up, both his hands go to Yuuri's shoulders, leaning in.

Yuuri gets a very sweet, doting kind of kiss to the cheek.

"Wow!" The cute way he exclaims cuts right through the heavy mood, "you're very intuitive!"

What in the hell is he supposed to say to that? Particularly on the heels of a series of the Hottest Thing He's Ever Seen, where each piece has just gotten hotter than the last one, until Victor's licking his cum off his lips like he's just pleased as punch. Yuuri just gapes at him a second, trying to find air and it doesn't help that he can hear what they just did in Victor's voice and maybe now that's the hottest thing ever.

He's pulling him down for a longer kiss before he really thinks about it (like so much that he's doing today) and Victor might be moving on to cheek kisses, but Yuuri's still catching up and the kiss is hot and thankful and dirty, all tongue and a low moan building in his chest for a moment and then he falls back onto the pillows and looks more post-coital.

"Oh my god," he manages, which is not terribly conversational, but ought to be flattering, at least.

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