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Victor is back to kissing Yuuri, at the request for more. His mouth travel to the back of the man's neck, planting his lips against the base of the man's spine. He'll start down, curling away just enough lick and lap over sweaty skin. His hands are still feeling around Yuuri's front, touching with more of a grope than a tickle along his navel and hips. The older man's cock is pressed just above the curve of Yuuri's ass, hardening with their shared actions and words.

"You want to try out more together, don't you?" he'll venture, "We could swap positions tomorrow, if you're curious. I like it both ways,"

He's louder now, or at least more prone to making noise, and Victor doesn't quite have him moaning, but he's definitely gasping a little and there's a single squeak when he pushes his hips back as part of a squirm and feels Victor's cock pressed against him more firmly.

"Yes," he manages before words tumble away from him, but it's clear Victor is looking for more than that, and even though it's difficult, he does actually want to give it to him, "I think I want to try everything, whatever you want to show me or try," he's clearly a little naive to make a statement like that-- there's probably a lot of different kinds of sex he's not actually willing to try, but he at least wouldn't outright say no to much, currently, if it's asked in Victor's voice and coupled with him touching him like this.

As fate would have it, yes, Victor is into quite a deal of kinky stuff. To his benefit, he knows better than to start Yuuri off with anything too wild. If Yuuri hadn't had anal sex, or any other sex for that matter, before now... well, just making the leap to those was brave enough. The kinky stuff is for when sex is already comfortable. Victor can move Yuuri along at a brisk pace, without overwhelming him.

Probably.

"We'll try that tomorrow, if you don't care for it, we can always do something else," Victor assures, a fond kiss clinging between Yuuri's shoulder blades, "today, I want you to come inside me, again."

Doesn't want to start him off with anything too wild, eh? Like face fucking for instance?

Yuuri's pretty naive-- he's human, he's got porn, but it's all pretty tame stuff. But he's so far been surprisingly adaptable, for someone who was completely virginal not a handful of hours ago. (Well, unless last night counted.)

"You made it look pretty amazing," Yuuri says before thinking about it, and then flushes. "But the o-other sounds good too." Look, he's trying to figure out how to talk more like Victor is, but it's embarrassing.

Shh, shhh, shhhh, that just sort of happened. Also, Yuuri had been the one squirming into it, starting them down that path. Victor just allowed it, because sometimes he has the self control of a butterfly in a hurricane. He goes where the wind takes him.

Which, right now, is on top of Yuuri. He'll nudge the man over onto his back again, mounting over him to straddle hips. Second attempt, all he needs is Yuuri to get hard again and he'll actually get to ride him. No slipping. No accidents. Game face, Victor. He'll grab the lube from where it rolled aside and reapply a liberal amount to Yuuri's dick, sure to be gentle and coax him to be completely erect once more. Or a few times more. Depends on how much stamina they end up having collectively.

"It feels amazing, getting fucked like that," he smiles, devious and hungry as ever, "your cock hits all the right places, Yuuri."

It's going to take a bit of effort to get him fully hard, but it's hardly impossible. Everything's a weird kind of sensitive after the last two times, the lube a welcome addition for him, though he's not sure if it's really for him or for Victor in terms of intent. He's gone completely gorgeous, though, lazily loose-limbed and shuddery, each stroke making him twist a little, go breathless. It's like a completely different person from the one nervous to death about kissing a little on the couch-- hell, he almost seems like a different person from when they first did this, his hands sliding to the outside of Victor's thighs instead of the sheets, immediately.

"And you're going to make me wait until tomorrow?" he teases back, though he can't quite manage properly petulant when everything feels so good right now.

"Yes," Victor says, his hips sliding to put weight onto Yuuri. He reaches to hold both the young skater's and his own cock together, rubbing the sticky skin as one between his fingers. "Tomorrow, I'll be patient again. I'm not feeling very patient, anymore."

He can't argue with that.

No, he literally cannot argue with that, because Victor's fisting their cocks together and most of the time, now, Victor is a person rather than a legend, but every now and then, it still shows back up in his head. This is one of them, where he realizes who it is, who's cock against his, and he can't catch his breath around his moan, the way his spine arches on it's own without his permission.

"I don't feel very patient either," he manages. You'll get him to talk dirty eventually, Victor. Look at how far he's come already.

They've both been coming real far. All across each other's bodies, even. Actually, Victor's inner thighs are wet with the stuff, if Yuuri cared to notice. The older man takes a moment to grab the lube, spreading more onto their cocks. Setting the bottle aside, he'll be switching the hand stroking them. He can dip his own lubed finger back between his asscheeks, teasing himself open with a couple. It wouldn't take long to prepare, again, but it wouldn't hurt to be a bit cautious.

Also, seeing Yuuri so desperate is a joy.

"You don't look patient," he'll attest, "you look ravenous, I knew you'd be hungry for more." He's no better, so the teasing is spun like a compliment of Yuuri's stamina and a boast of his own prowess, more than a values judgement.

"I feel ravenous," it's said more honest than teasing, a little in awe, "I've never felt like this before... everything's so..." he struggles with the word, not because he doesn't want to say it, but because he doesn't know it. He just knows that he's never wanted something in quite this way before, not even on the ice.

It's sending him pushing up against Victor's grip, cocks rubbing a little more together inside it, moaning again, and there's a part of him that's pretty sure you don't normally let yourself be this honest with a partner, that there's a way being ravenous is bad, but he's so far from that place and that feeling that his mind only skims over it, doesn't attach there.

His hands claw a little at Victor's thighs, instead, not with particular intent, but the same kind of motion he might use to fist them in the sheets, except now that he's gotten comfortable touching Victor, he never wants to stop.

The trailing off can only lead Victor to try and fill in the blank. His hand moves them together at a languid pace, just wanting to work them both up, not get either of them near the edge. No, no, he wants this to last a while, no coming early (or accidentally). His opposite fingers are pressing inside of himself and he'll sigh at the feeling, glad he still felt loose enough to take Yuuri's cock without issue.

"Surreal... maybe?" he'll venture, a gentle moan as Yuuri's hand dug into the muscles of his thighs, which flex under the touch, "Or... intoxicating?" Maybe both. Victor could relate to both sentiments. The day had been strange, even for Victor, but now he was practically drunk on his passions.

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"Addicting," he half-corrects, half moans and he doesn't really think about how that sounds, because he's moving to "If I'm intoxicated, I might not remember..." he doesn't ever want to forget this.

Reckless might also work. And even though he rejects intoxicating, Victor shares something in common with alcohol, in that he's gotten Yuuri to a place where the consequences of things don't matter, where he can just take now at face value without worry. It's not a mental state he's used to being in when he's sober.

"That... Yes, that's the word. Addicting..." Victor will agree, voice growling out lewd, low tones at both the idea and the physical sensations. Addictive was very appropriate, Victor already certain he wanted more and more and more of Yuuri. All he could get, more than time might allow for. He'd already admitted to his selfishness in that regard, being glad Yuuri would be delayed with him so they could spend time in each other's company.

He slides himself forward with a stride of his legs and hips. His hand leaves his own cock, but remains on Yuuri's, pushing him back toward his slick entrance. Lining them both up, he doesn't hesitate long before sitting down on the man's cock. He's not taking him all in at once this time. His feet are well planted and he's mindful to not slip. Still, it doesn't take him long to take Yuuri in down to the base of his cock, grinding his bare ass against Yuuri's groin.

He could listen to Victor growl things out in that tone of voice for the rest of his life. He could watch the desperate way he throws himself forward to line up for eternity. He doesn't know how he's going to know how all this feels and go back to a world where he doesn't get to have it. He'd tease Victor a little for how over-eager he seems, but he's right there, himself, clawing more at his thighs to not push up into him, letting him set the pace until he's resting his weight in his lap.

Then he lets himself push up, turns the very end of Victor's descent grinding, even deeper than gravity will take him. A moment later, his hands are trailing up, clinging, until he can drag either himself up to sitting or (preferably) Victor down to him to kiss him, the kiss immediately open-mouthed, messy. If he's got to tug him around by his hair a little to get it, he's more than willing to.

"Mmmnnnhg," is about as elegant a sound as Victor makes, lips crumpling against each other. Yuuri's cock reaches in deep and effectively, rubbing lengthwise along his prostate, creating a steady pressure instead of an overwhelming one. He feels Yuuri's hands reaching up him, not sure if the man was simply groping him or what. When a hand finds purchase at the base of his hair, he'll get the picture and curl down to meet Yuuri's lips.

His mouth slacks from the previous tension at the contact. His whole body relaxes more along with it, a sigh filling Yuuri's mouth as Victor let his tongue explore outward to the younger man's lips and teeth. Hips rock forward along with him, so he'll sit back down, slowly drawing the length of Yuuri's cock out and back into his ass. Victor's own hands plant beside Yuuri's head, on opposite sides, to support his weight. It's not the most comfortable, kind of like doing a push up, so he'll adjust them even more forward, long fingers sliding between the decorative slates of the headboard. That's much better leverage, he can draw his hips up again, beginning a slow rhythm between their bodies.

The noise Yuuri makes when Victor just kind of... stretches out on top of him sounds outright delirious. The physical sensations of the sex itself are maybe more intense with him sitting back, everything deeper, each movement a lift-and-fall that drives everything out of his head. But like this, everything else is more intense, Victor above him, no escape from what he's doing and who he's doing it with. The first time around, he wouldn't have been bold enough to, but this time, he can wind his arms around him, press fingers into the skin of his back, cling.

He doesn't feel like he's on the edge or anything, so much as just everything is so much. There's no hope of holding it in even if he really wanted to, he feels like he's moaning from somewhere down in his spine, somewhere below where Victor's weight is, deep.

"Victor... please... Victor..." it's not really a please for anything in particular, so much as just don't stop. For someone who can't seem to talk sometimes, he's thoughtlessly vocal now, half syllables of Japanese falling out, but he can't finish a whole thought.

The whole of Victor's being is engaged in the act, nothing about the man unfocused. From his fingertips curled around the headboard to the flexing of his abs to the rolling of his hips, he's all motion. His cock bounces, hard and leaking, always a little delayed from the movement of his hips, carried by Victor's increasing momentum. He gets really riled up on this part, before Yuuri is adding much, just enjoying warming up by fucking himself on the man's cock. Once the younger man started pounding into him, it would be different, more balanced in control, but he liked it all up to him to start.

"Yes, Yuuri, Yuuri, anything..." The plea does get a direct response from Victor, even if Yuuri hadn't intended it, "I'll do it. Tell me what you want,"

He doesn't actually know what he wants, beyond just more of this, except even that's not really true, because he also wants everything else. He wants all of the things Victor keeps promising. He wants to never have to leave this bed, this moment where, for just a few minutes, his demons seem to leave him alone. He wants to hear Victor say he'll do anything for him, over and over and over again, until the words make sense to him.

He can't express any of that, though, there's no poetry in him while Victor's riding him like that. So he just digs his fingers in a little bit harder, clings on more.

"Anything," he babbles back, "Everything... god... Victor..."

The sounds filling the room are incredibly satisfying. The squeak of the mattress, the slapping of skin connecting, the knock of the headboard as it bent toward the wall... yet, Victor would rather hear Yuuri's breathing and spill of desperate syllables than anything else. He supports himself forward on one hand, the other reaching down to push through black hair, pushing it out of the man's face. Such a handsome face, even if was somewhat obscured by the blue frame glasses Yuuri wore.

"You have all of me, Yuuri," he'll punctuate the phrase with a kiss, doting as he's ever been.

Even with everything else, the feel of Victor running his hand back through his hair pulls a deeper moan, an arch of his spine. He's getting used to the sensations associated with having sex, at least enough that they don't knock him completely offline, but this is something he hopes he never gets used to-- how tender Victor can be, emotional and sweet. It's not something he would have said he needed or wanted, would have said something like that would be too coddling, cloying, but it's not, somehow, and it's lovely.

Maybe he responds to that sweet assertion by sliding his hands down to Victor's ass and grinding up against him for a moment before he lets him have the pace back, but that doesn't make it any less appreciated. In fact, the two are probably connected, as he's getting more comfortable all the time with Victor.

"Aaah, Y, Yuuri, you can move," Victor will say, adjusting hands again to rest firmly on Yuuri's shoulders. Holding him down on the bed, sure, but also anchoring himself upright to not be shoved off. "I want you to move with me."

Victor already has a pace, bobbing his hips up and down, taking Yuuri's cock in and out. He's not sure if Yuuri will meet him there or push for something hard, faster. It's good either way, any way, he likes how all of this feels.

"I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying the view," he's sort of aware that doesn't actually make much sense since he can see Victor just fine either way. But probably that doesn't matter since it's actually a little bit sassy, and it's also pretty coherent for him while Victor's riding him.

He feels pulled thin, like taffy, but in a good way, everything stretched and warm. The pace he hits matches, and the way they fall into tandem like that turns him inside out, makes him dizzy. His moans are low and sweet, relaxed.

"Victor..." it's breathed out instead of one of the moans and it's adoring.

"Keep your eyes on me, Yuuri," Victor will respond to the comment by straightening his back out, hands sliding down from Yuuri's shoulders to caress the length of the man's body before hanging at Victor's sides. Victor holds himself upright, thighs following along with Yuuri's pushing up into him. He's totally exposed, not folded in on himself or hiding at all. Because he's a damn showboat, his own hands travel from the creases of his hips up his body, fingers rolling over all the contours of his muscles. His skin is shiny with a layer of exertion, his fingers finally reaching his sweaty hair and push it back from his face. Half his bangs return immediately, if more messy. This is not how Victor presents himself in photoshoots or even nudes on Instagram, this is a disheveled kind of Victor that the world doesn't get to see. All sweat and bedhead and drool running down his chin and come running down his thighs.

And Victor is showing that off for Yuuri, absolutely confident that he looks damn good, even when unravelled.

Edited (Phone tags... Also didn't proofread.) 2017-04-05 14:00 (UTC)

"How could I not?" it's quiet, laced almost with wonder, but then Victor moves and...

He gets it, immediately, what it is that Victor is showing him, and his breath stutters and catches and then he forgets to breathe entirely for a moment. His entire world is the path of Victor's hands along his own body, pushing into his hair, and the pressure around his cock is incredible, but it's nothing next to this, to getting to see this.

He still doesn't know why it is that Victor is showing him this, letting him in--

The thought's derailed, doesn't spiral, and his body screams for air, so he's panting all of a sudden instead, which is probably a little ridiculous, but he doesn't care. But it's not just that Victor looks like this. It's not just that Victor's letting him see him in a way he doesn't let other people see.

Yuuri did this.

Yuuri is doing this.

This isn't something posed or thought up with photoshoot storyboards or designed by someone with an agenda to show the world something specific. This is Yuuri's.

He's gripping Victor's hips suddenly, without a real thought of moving, not really taking control of the pace so much as pulling him harder down on him every time he pushes up.

"Touch yourself," the words spill out of him, and he immediately wants to backpedal because that's definitely too much, has to be too pushy, but Victor sinks back down over him just then and there aren't any words anymore for a second, so the command just lingers in the air for a moment too long to take it back, to pretend like he didn't mean it.

There is an intense thrill for Victor to watch Yuuri watch him. The man's face is so enamored and amazed and even a little terrified, like Yuuri wasn't sure this is something he should be allowed to see. Yet here Victor is, showing and giving to the man, holding nothing back. Victor really got off on that, usually so calculated with his presentation, to be truly exposed in front of someone else in all regards. He wasn't the type to show vulnerability, not outside of performance. Even on the ice it was only a glimpse of fragile melancholy, never the whole of him laid bare. Knocking the air out of Yuuri is about the response he expected to get and he nearly shivers when the man finally catches himself and starts panting for lost breathe.

He actually shivers once Yuuri makes his demand. A full body quiver, starting from his shoulders and traveling down to his tailbone, a reaction of sudden desire. This is punctuated by a tightening of his thigh muscles and ass as he's driven up into. With how utterly lost Yuuri looked, Victor really wasn't expecting such a sexually charged request. He obeys immediately, almost fumbling, grabbing tight at the base of his own cock. His fist strokes long and slow, biting his own lip desperately, like he might be worried this is too much himself and is pushing a boundary of his own. This is a perfect storm of What Works For Him and coming abruptly, again, isn't something he wants. So he's cautious, not wanting to go over the edge he's on, wanting desperately to hold out longer. His adam's apples bobs as he swallows wetly and gasps out, mouth lulling open.

"Y, yes, Yuuri,"

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