emberossing | for wauuu

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.

"You weren't exaggerating that stamina, if you're really getting riled up again," Victor will tease, hand dipping into the water to clean between his legs, scrubbing come and lube from his ass and inner thighs. No shying away from Yuuri's gaze, no, he's showing off.

"A good thing I have no plans, tomorrow. We can spend the day doing whatever you'd like," probably, mostly, doing him, Victor guesses.

"How could anyone not," Yuuri would feel much more embarrassed about watching except that it's so very obvious that Victor wants to be watched. He's flushed across his cheeks again, but he's not trying to hide where he's looking either, so Victor can probably count that as a win.

"I probably should make you go do tourist things or something, since I've never been to Russia before," he says that, but they both know that he's probably not going to do that. There is a clear preference for one particular bit of sight-seeing and he's engaging in it currently.

"You did promise to make me some Japanese food," Victor will tease back, finish up himself and getting more soap onto the washcloth before handing it to Yuuri, "but if we don't have the self control, I'll just have to enjoy some when I come visit you. After the season finishes up, of course."

Yuuri wants to pout a little bit about Victor not getting the hint that he really wouldn't have minded if Victor had helped clean him off, but there's too much to respond to there for him to really work up a good one, or think of anything else to say,

"And after I graduate, finally. Unless you're going to Hasetsu without me," he teases... mostly. He wouldn't put it past him, really.

Or unless he comes and sees you in Detroit..., his brain unhelpfully supplies, and that causes a deeper blush because in Japan, there's a reason, another type of draw. Victor in Detroit has come to see him and even his brain can't do anything to object to that. Not that he thinks that's likely, but just thinking about it...

"Haha! I don't think it would be any fun without you," Victor grins wide, stretching arms above with head with a satisfied groan. He was feeling really refreshed!

"A place is only as good as who you're with, after all!"

"I think it would definitely be more fun with me. I know all the best places in Hasetsu." Obviously that's not the only reason, but it's difficult enough for Yuuri to say something that confident. And well, why not keep going, at least to throw a lampshade on what he was thinking about so he can dismiss it, "You're welcome to visit in Detroit, too, but there's not nearly as much interesting to see," he wrinkles his nose, "It's kind of hard to recommend Detroit to anyone really."

He finally remembers he's holding a washcloth and starts in on himself. He's a bit awkward about it, but not because Victor's watching him or anything, but rather because he's not used to trying to wash off while in the bath already.

"I haven't been around America much! Christophe and I almost got arrested in Las Vegas a couple years ago, last I was there," Victor laughs, "we started rattling off enough French and Russian that the cops gave up and let us carry on."

Yuuri blinks and looks up from what he's doing,

"A-Arrested? For what?" he probably actually doesn't want to know, but his curiosity is getting the better of him, particularly with a set up like that.

"Oh, we climbed over a fence to go skinny dipping inside a fountain," another laugh, good times, breaking trespassing laws...

"It wasn't a big deal, I think I have those photos somewhere."

"Of course you did," he shakes his head, goes back to trying to clean off, laughing a little. "Just like you invite people to do naked yoga with you in a sauna?" he can't help but grin.

He finishes cleaning up fairly quickly. The mess that's ended up on him is a little more concentrated, after all and he's not showboating about it, either.

"I didn't take any pictures in the sauna," he'll say, standing from the bath and perching himself to sit on the edge, grabbing a full towel.

"What a shame, really,"

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