emberossing | for wauuu

Yuuri shivers a little and his eyes go even softer at the kiss, returning that look. Unlike Victor, who knows the words and doesn't want to say them, Yuuri doesn't have a name yet for the feeling settling in his chest. Oh, he knows he loves Victor, but he loves him the way that he's loved him since before he could even really skate. That doesn't feel like this. This is new.

He wants to tell Victor he doesn't have to tell him, but something about the tone tells him that Victor's saying more there than just the words, though he can't pick up on what. Still, he grins instead, bright and open,

"Okay. Don't forget."

He's not sure what to do, now, really just wants to sit right here, in this moment, forever. So he doesn't say anything else right away, just strokes Victor's face some more, marvels all over again that he gets to, that he gets any of this.

"I won't..." Victor will promise, his eyes fluttering shut at the touch. He feels so damn at ease, such comfort emotionally, and satisfaction in every other way. That is, until he shifts a bit and his face goes pink to remember he still had Yuuri inside of him. He'll chuckle quietly, shivering somewhat to slide the man's cock from him, all wet and soft. There's a considerable amount of lube and cum slipping down his thighs, now. It's equal parts sexy and embarrassing, so he'll look to Yuuri with a crooked smile.

"...now let's have that bath," he'll pat Yuuri's shoulders, swinging his legs off the man, a bit wobbly from sensation, muscles flaring in small bursts all the way down to his ankles.

Yuuri makes a little noise when Victor lifts up and he slides out of him, all aftershocks and wet sliding. It draws his brain out of the clouds and back down to hear and now, like a switch flipping from everything being emotional and esoteric to remembering he has a body and they're both covered in each other's fluids and, weirdly (at least to him), it's just as good. He gets the air punched out of him just as much as he did a minute ago with Victor all sweet and beaming love straight at him, when Victor shifts and he can see the wetness between his thighs.

He did that.

He wants to do that all over again right now, suddenly.

Endurance and youth aside, that's a bit much, even for him, obviously, but it flickers hot across his face for a moment right before Victor suggests the bath. He agrees with a nod right away, though he looks a little hesitant about trying to actually make it down to the foot or side of the bed to put his feet on the ground. Muscles are starting to protest and fatigue is starting to set in. Still, he knows all of that will be better in the heat of the water. He can't help but laugh, though,

"Now I'm the one who's not sure if I can make it there," on a good day, no problem, but he's still pre-exhausted from everything else that's been happening. Even so, he starts at least trying to head that way.

"Lean on me, I'll lean on you," Victor laughs, grinning wide to slide his arm around Yuuri's back, encouraging the man to do the same to him. Three legged race style, he'll hoist up with Yuuri, laughing at how he needs to slouch to be equal with the shorter man. It's a goofy, playful walk to the bathroom, but it's not far. It's a beautiful space, all dark cozy tones and luxury finish, including the bowl-like tube that was the centerpiece. It's at least easy to step into and Victor sinks into the cold space with a bit of regret, flipping on the water to start filling it up with warm water. He'll eyes up to Yuuri with a cutely pleading expression.

"Could you grab me a washcloth, please?" he'll point to the counter, not far away but also not wanting to stand up again, especially not that warm water was cresting over his legs as the tub filled up.

Yuuri fumbles and laughs the whole way to the bathroom, a world away from earlier today when he was jumpy just having Victor touch him in the sauna. He does almost send them to the floor more than once, though, just from his legs being a little unsteady.

It still weirds him out a little bit, that not everyone in the world showers off before they get in the tub, but he's lived in America long enough to know that's pretty normal there at least, so it doesn't surprise him too much here. Victor's heart-meltingly cute asking for a washcloth as he gets in the tub and Yuuri can't help but smile, warm and sweet, to that, fond, before he turns to get it. He moves some towels closer, too, because he's already cold and knows getting out's going to be even harder than waiting for the water to warm up and fill.

There's a moment of consideration, but the glasses are just going to get in the way in the bath, so they're folded on top of the towels. He probably would have taken them off at some point while they were having sex, except that he first didn't want to not be able to see everything in perfect clarity and then he forgot they existed in the middle there.

He hesitates a moment before getting in, even though he's starting to get uncomfortably cold, now, but it's not from a lack of wanting to get in or nervousness. Even ever so slightly blurry around the edges, Victor is gorgeous leaning back in the tub and he's kind of forgotten how to move. Or breathe. Or anything.

Reaching fingers toward Yuuri, he'll take the washcloth and then reach again to take the man's hand. Steadying Yuuri, but also encouraging him, to enter the bath with him. There was lots of room to stretch out, but Victor scoots in close, sitting right beside Yuuri. He lets out a long, relieved sigh and settled down into the ever increasing water. His head falling to the side to lean onto Yuuri's shoulder.

"I'm exhausted! You're really energetic, I'm a little afraid of how you'll be tomorrow with more rest," he laughs, gentle in his teasing, "you'll go easy on me, right?"

Once Victor's encouraged him into motion, he doesn't stop again, sinking down into the bath with a low, pleased sigh, legs and thighs already feeling the initial effects of the warmth. It's absolutely heavenly and it's even more so when Victor leans his head onto his shoulder and his heart does that thing where it feels so much bigger than his chest that it's a little painful. He winds an arm around him, tugging him in more without really thinking about it.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" just kind of slips out while his brain is busy processing that Victor's laying his head on his shoulder-- and is that a joke about Victor fucking him because it sure sounds like one. He flushes and kind of tries to backpedal from that, but it's not very effective, all told, because what comes out is,

"You... do remember you're the one who pushed to go again, right?" his tone's still teasing back, though, not upset in the slightest, "I would have been fine with the bath earlier but someone--" he cuts off suddenly, red as a tomato, because he was about to say something about how Victor couldn't keep his hands off him, and it's just... a little too much for him to process and actually get out of his mouth.

Baby steps on getting him to talk dirty. Stop and go.

The teasing back gets a brimming smile, before Victor adjusts. His chin rests on the man's shoulder now, lips puffy red and shiny with the steam pouring up from the water around them. Blue eyes are lidded, pale eyelashes fluttering just a bit. He plays along, flirtatious as ever.

"Someone was too irresistible," he'll claim, lips pushing together in a wry pout, "how could I have self control with you in my bed? That's expecting too much of your host!"

"So you're afraid that I won't go easy on you by... being more irresistible?" he wrinkles his nose a little at the strange bit of logic. "I can't say that I know what I'm doing that makes me that desirable, but you are stuck with me in your bed a few more days, so I guess you'll either have to learn some self-control, or be exhausted," it's pointed out very logically, but then he smirks, relaxed enough to joke,

"Unless I'm sleeping on the couch?"

It's a joke, but it costs him something to say it, because it's not outside of the realm of possibilities and his brain is still trying to remind him that this isn't the kind of thing that happens to people like him. Still, he's also pretty sure he's not sleeping on the couch.

"I think I'll accept being exhausted," Victor chuckles, kissing Yuuri's shoulder before giving him that heart shaped grin, "I very much want you in my bed. I'll be better with the temptation the more tired I am." Because, well, more difficult to get all riled up when he can barely move!

Look, even if all of this turns out to be an ill-advised set of decisions in a bad circumstance, he is going to frame that in his head somewhere and hang it where he can see it.

I very much want you in my bed.

He shivers, even in the rising warm water and he's tugging Victor in for a kiss that he means to be sweet, but while it doesn't quite get to the point of being dirty, does turn out to be a bit more passionate than he was intending. When he pulls back he's got the same sweetly dazed sort of look he always does a second after Victor kisses him, but then he seems to realize what just happened and he ducks his head down against Victor's shoulder. He's not shy, though, he's laughing.

"Okay, okay, point taken." Victor hasn't had a chance to say anything yet, but it's a pretty clear example of exactly what he's meaning by "going easy on him".

"I don't really know if I can stop though," he adds a moment later, muffled.

It's a very close call that Victor doesn't go exactly against his own words and push for another heated, likely mood shifting kiss. Escalating again, he could probably manage, much as he complained he was tired. Yuuri was still the day after both an emotionally exhausting day and a hangover. Victor reminds himself to be good and return the kiss without pushing for more, more, more. He's so greedy, he wants and wants, pursuing desires to the end. Here, this? He doesn't want to know there's an end, even if he can see it, in Yuuri getting on a plane back to Detroit. He wants to insure he gets that invite to the hotspring, doesn't scare or overwhelm Yuuri out of reciprocating his feelings.

So, Yuuri pulling away gets a soft, almost dizzy looking nod. Sure, he agrees... To whatever they were talking about, he got very distracted. The mumble catches his attention, Victor drawing a pointed finger to trace a line across the man's chin.

"I would be very disappointed if you stopped," he'll coo, "we're just-- oops!" He'll yelp a bit, seeing the water nearing overflow. Seems he really wasn't paying attention... A quick stretch of long limbs away from Yuuri and he'll turn the stream off. Actually, he'll just open the drain a bit, too, not wanting the precariously high water tipping over the sides. While he's fussing, he's all beautiful, shapely back and butt muscles faced toward Yuuri.

Yuuri's used to more dogged pursuit of everything the world doesn't seem to want him to have. He's got a good foundation, better than a lot of people, and he knows that, but every day he feels like he's getting up and going to the ice to fight. He has to get better. He has to prove himself. Everything is hard won, every inch feels conquered, a war fought out across his life because he can't imagine being anywhere other than the ice, but none of it comes easily.

And then there's this. He's spent his whole life fighting just to skate on the same ice as Victor and then he did and he failed and... here he is, laughing while Victor struggles with the water, running his eyes down his back. He's not used to things being given to him, handed out with what feels like no effort on his part on a silver platter. He's not used to being invited to take as much as he wants, doesn't know how to reach out when it's not a struggle.

But he's every bit as greedy as Victor is.

He shifts a little bit and Victor's going to scoot back from fixing the water to find that he's nearly in Yuuri's lap, leaning on him instead of his bit of the wall of the tub, which lets Yuuri get his arms around him more, which he suddenly very much wants to do.

"You're beautiful," it's not really what he was meaning to say, too intimate, maybe, but it's what comes out and, for once, he doesn't backpedal at all, because Victor is, even moreso in his arms.

Scooting back thoughtlessly, Victor makes a startled hiccup of a noise when he finds himself against Yuuri. He nearly apologized, but then Yuuri's arms are around him and he can tell it was no mistake. Adaptable in an instant, he sinks into Yuuri's embrace with a pleased sigh, wistful even. He snuggles his face into Yuuri chest, trying to listen to his heartbeat, but then he's being called beautiful. The coziness of the moment ends up shooting the moon passed comfort and Victor practically whimpers.

"Yuuuuri...." A gentle huff, Victor snuggling in more, like he can't get enough, "... This is really romantic, don't you think?" The tone implies do you mean it to be? and also a level of... Disappointment, if the romance is somehow unintentional.

Everything just clicks into place, the way Victor snuggles down into his arms. Yuuri catches his breath, hand coming up to card through his hair and everything is so perfect and things flush hot and it's sexual but it's also not, something else, but there's that feeling again-- greedy, more, everything-- and he doesn't understand how he can still feel suddenly like he could do anything, when he knows he's so exhausted they could barely make it into the tub, but he just wants everything about Victor so much...

And then he freezes.

Because that tone is supposed to be hesitant and reaching, but all he hears is the hesitance. He's still in a place where he can't really run away like he might otherwise be inclined to do, so Victor at least doesn't get the wrong impression from that. And there's maybe long enough of a pause for Victor to get worried, but probably not quite long enough of one for him to do very much about it before Yuuri manages,

"Is that... I mean... I've never done this... I..." okay, deep breaths Yuuri, you're an adult who's trapped in a foreign country and who's just had the best and worst days of your life side by side without exploding and you can use your people words, "Do you want me to stop?" because that's the real question.

"No, I like it," he sighs, releasing the tension in his chest with another puff of a sigh. It only does so much, his heart aching with want and hope. He pushes his ear to Yuuri's chest, curious if it was racing like his own, or calming down from the relaxation...

"Stay close to me," only Victor could manage to say that with 1000% sincerity. What. A. Sap.

Yuuri's heart is pounding and the tension unravels from him so fast when Victor says he likes it that it's sort of a wonder he doesn't hurt something. His hands go back to carding through his hair and he pulls him closer. He doesn't say anything else, but there's a shift in that, too, like he's something precious.

This is all too fast and too much. None of it can possibly be real. There's no telling if it's going to survive the distance and the competition, if Yuuri can get over this failure. But it's here now and the reassurance that Victor is reaching too... it settles something in him that he didn't realize needed settling.

And then, of course, Victor shakes everything up again.

Because maybe to anyone else that's an unbearably sappy thing to say, but Yuuri understands. Because not every skater really skates their feelings, but Yuuri does, and it's hard to tell who else that's true for, because the difference between what you feel in your heart and being an amazing actor and performer is nearly indistinguishable from the outside. Because he's studied that routine, listened to the music over and over again. And he'll lose this feeling, doubt this moment, because he's human and because he's also prone to doubting, but for the moment, he gets it.

"Victor..." his tone's unreadable, but the way his fingers drag up Victor's arm to his shoulder, to pull him closer, tender, says a lot more than the tone would anyway. They aren't going to get much time and he doesn't know what's going to happen after he gets on the plane back to Detroit-- but he has Victor now and, while he does, he's not going to waste it. This may not outlast the next week, but he wants it to and he doesn't want to have any regrets. So he laughs a little, sweet,

"I guess maybe it is a little romantic."

Yuuri can think about how that routine relates to Victor in more depth later, when he gets more glimpses into his state of being. His desire for more than surface level intimacy was strong, desperate even, and he's seeking it out in Yuuri. It's really that, more than the desire for sex, that Victor is holding back. Sex is easy, it's yes or no... But romance is tough. Romance was not where he had experience, either. The blind leading the blind, so to speak.

Still, he finds levity in Yuuri's comment, chuckling gently and playful.

"I guess... Maybe... A little..." He parrots, teasing the uncertainty and passive language stacked on passive language, "I think it's very romantic. You're wonderful, I'm going to cherish this."

Yuuri still doesn't fully understand this part. Because it feels like Victor is the kind of person who could have this from whoever he wanted and there are far better choices than Yuuri, at least in his mind. He gets that he's been chosen for some reason and he's not doubting that any more. But he doesn't understand why and he doesn't understand that this intimacy isn't necessarily something other people would want. For someone else, finding out your idol was kind of a desperate romantic and wasn't as "cool" as you thought might be a disappointment-- but Yuuri doesn't even know that exists, because every time Victor peels back another layer of his persona, Yuuri just sees it as an incredible gift, something he doesn't fully think he's worthy of getting to see.

Finding out his lifetime idol fits in his arms in a bathtub still seems unbelievable, but it's amazing.

"Me too," his voice has gone all soft and he doesn't even mind the teasing very much, because he does recognize that all of this is Victor letting him be romantic towards him, one less thing he has to be afraid of, one more way he can just act and not think. He cards his fingers through Victor's hair some more, learning the texture of all of that silver. It's as soft as he always thought it would be, even a little damp.

"Mm... we're going to have to be careful to not fall asleep."

"Mmmmmnnn... It is tempting," he'll hum, before another wistful chuckle, "we haven't even had dinner, yet, but this is so nice," why move from this? Resting in a wonderful man's arms after a whirlwind of sex and desire, all stinging muscles and raw nerves from impulse.

"I feel like I've forgotten something, but it hasn't struck me yet what,"

There are lots of things they might have forgotten-- Yuuri's tried to let everyone know where he is (there are a FLURRY of Facebook messages from Phichit once he finds out, most of them in all caps) but it's possible he missed someone. Something could have been overlooked with the police, or the embassy. Something in Victor's life might have needed doing. Or it could be as simple as them being about thirty seconds away from sharing the bath with Makkachin since he hasn't been paid much attention in a while, and it's not just getting towards the humans' dinnertime.

Whatever it is, though, Yuuri isn't thinking of it either, because he'd spoken without thinking and now he's thinking about having Victor fall asleep in his arms, realizing in full that he's going to get to fall asleep in his tonight, in his bed, and it's another sucker punch he can't quite catch his breath around for a moment.

"Let me know when you figure it out," is what he says, but he's already shifting so that he can tilt Victor's chin up and kiss him some more, not with any intent, really, but just because he can.

The kiss distracts Victor from what might be on the tip of his memory. He's so glad Yuuri is indulging him in all of this; the sex and the romance. He found it easy to get one or the other, but he never wanted both from someone, not so much as he wanted from Yuuri. He returns with fondness and care, his fingers slipping out of the water to caress Yuuri's wrist. He'll kiss Yuuri a long while if allowed, just for the sake of kissing him. The water will stop steaming by the time he thinks to stop, warm but no longer hot.

"We should actually clean up,"

Yuuri's not going to get tired of the fact that he can just kiss his lifelong idol whenever he wants to, just because he wants to. He's certainly not going to get tired of it in the next few days. So he's perfectly happy to just let everything else drift away while their mouths move against one another, lazier now, and he's got that lovely, dazed look on his face when Victor finally pulls back.

"Mm, probably," honestly, Victor could really have said anything just then and Yuuri would have agreed with it, but that's a good one. He does, however, hesitate. He's not really sure how to deal with bathing with two people, so he lets Victor take the lead on getting that started.

"We'll be cute and clean each up tomorrow," he'll say, before floating to get a little space from Yuuri, dunking his hair and coming back up while pushing it back from his face. There's a wink, "If you got your hands all over me again, I'd fall asleep or get turned on. Neither would get us to dinner,"

He'll take that washcloth Yuuri grabbed for him and lather it up with some soap, beginning to draw it over his arms, scrubbing some particularly sticky bits off his neck and chest. Look, don't touch, for now, a line has to be drawn before they neglect to leave the bedroom all night and wake up to a very angry poodle.

Yuuri's definitely looking. To the point, in fact that Victor's probably going to have to remind him to clean himself off. Then again, he's also got the only washcloth so maybe it's not going to be so obvious. Victor's gorgeous, and watching him lather up, touching and leaving suds in his wake like this has Yuuri's mouth going dry.

The fact that he knows part of what Victor's cleaning off is from him has more than just his cheeks heating, though he's definitely too tired and relaxed to do much about it right now. And as Victor looks like he's finishing up, there's another one of those moments where he speaks before he thinks, but could anyone blame him for his brain being offline right now?

"I don't think I'm in danger of falling asleep and it's too late to stop me from being turned on," he's not quite bold enough to just outright disagree with Victor, not currently, but the thought of just giving up having his hands on him without any fight at all doesn't sit right with him either.

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