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"Together, separate, me watching haplessly-- I don't think he'd be picky," Victor teases back, "not sure you want to jump to Chris level of kinky so quick, but I'm not one to judge."

Okay, well that thought is way hotter than it has any right to be. He's not really sure how, exactly, he would feel about Christophe on his own, but he knows exactly and immediately how he feels about Victor watching. He flushes and kind of ducks his head into Victor's shoulder, even though it's not like Victor can really see him anyway.

"Kinky?" he says, to have something to say, and hopefully it's said in a way that conveys that he's fishing for details, not asking for a definition. Though really, his reaction to either is likely to be amusing.

"Christophe? He's into practically everything," Victor chuckles, petting Yuuri's hair as the man squished into him further, "what, are you curious?"

No blame on Yuuri if he is, 23 was quite a while to go without having sex. If he's ready for a sexual awakening, Victor isn't about to slow him down. Hell, he's already first in line for that kind of exploration.

"I..." Yuuri hesitates, because he's not even seen all there is to see about "normal" sex and he might be too embarrassed to even have much in the way of particularly vivid fantasies, just vague scenarios, things he's thought about from time to time, but he does have the internet and... the thoughts spin over each other.

"Maybe. A little." The same way that what happened in the bathtub was "maybe, a little" romantic, probably. He's definitely starting to kind of clam up, though, until their combined laps are suddenly full of poodle and he's laughing and getting doggie kisses and then it doesn't seem scary at all to say, "I mean... I've liked everything so far."

There's a wide and distracted grin from Victor as Makkachin hops up to assail them. Now Yuuri AND the dog are getting ruffled head pats, Victor laughing.

"I wouldn't dream of pressuring you! But if there's anything you think would be fun, I can give it a go!"

"I don't know what there is," he says, honestly. He's got some vague ideas, but nothing he can really put into words. "I've never thought much about it." Everything's so broad and while he's not innocent, exactly, narrowing down "that thing I saw in a ten second clip on the internet" to "that's something I want to do" isn't something he can figure out right away.

"Maybe I want you to pressure me, just a little bit," he finally says, grinning, because it's hard to take anything too seriously with a lapful of poodle. "I've liked everything so far." It's a pretty innocent thing to say, probably, and he's made a few other statements like that that make it pretty clear while he's got a broad knowledge, he definitely doesn't know how deep the rabbit hole goes. But the trust there is also pretty staggering.

"I'll keep that in mind, then," his fingers slide down for Yuuri's hair, caressing the back of his neck and between his shoulders, "I can think of a few things I like, that you might enjoy. We'll play around as much as you want." Because him? He won't get enough and he knows it. He's much too attracted and much too fond of Yuuri to tire of their little rendezvous.

Yuuri makes a noise to that that's almost purring, soft and contented, eyes slipping closed. He's still got trouble in moments like these, reconciling where he is and what he's doing and how comfortable he is with it all. He's known Victor as a person barely more than a day and has only been sober for part of that. But even his worrisome nature can't deny that all he can feel right now, with Makkachin curled up on his lap and Victor a warm line against him, hand rubbing at his neck, is peace.

"I want to," he says, honestly. But fatigue is finally catching up to him and he's finding it hard to stay awake, all of a sudden, "But... maybe after dinner?" it's meant to be teasing, because probably they're both going to fall asleep, but it ends up being even more silly than that, because he's already half drifting on Victor's shoulder.

"Oooh, right, dinner!" Victor will give one more ruffle to Makkachin before standing, the dog barking in recognition of the word. He definitely needed to make sure his precious pet wasn't neglected. "What do you like? I can order room service from anywhere on the block"

Yuuri kind of squawks when Victor stands, ends up falling over on the sofa with Makkachin still on top of him, but everything's so warm and the cushions are soft and now he's laying down.

"I don't know what's on the block..." he reminds Victor, "But... I'm not picky. What your--" he's interrupted by a yawn, "--your favorite?" There's a pause and then he gives in and asks, "Is it okay if I... nap until it gets here... I'm..."

Adorable is what he is, with the sleepy eyes and Makkachin curled up with him and his glasses a little askew, but he really does look like he's having to use all of his willpower to keep his eyes open.

"No napping!" Victor scolds, if playfully, shaking Makkachin's food bag from the kitchen so the dog scrambles off Yuuri to wait for his meal. He's getting a bowls worth and Victor is crossing back to Yuuri, patting his head to be just a bit annoying.

"If you sleep then you'll be awake when I'm too tired," he'll reach for Yuuri's hands, pulling him up to stand. "Lets walk to a place, nothing far. We'll eat and then sleep together, after."

Yuuri tumbles into him when Victor pulls him up and there's a sweet moment where he clings a little bit, trying to keep his feet.

"I... don't know if I want to go out, looking like this," Victor has better fashion sense and nicer clothes than Yuuri will probably ever have, but they're also too big for him and he does look a little ridiculous. "But I think I can stay awake for long enough for the food to get here if you help me," he just means to talk or whatever, but combined with the earlier conversation, it sounds a lot more like an invitation.

Victor is there to support Yuuri, swaying cutely as he embraces the man upright. He things Yuuri looks absolutely precious in his clothes, but understands it might not be the most comfortable to go out in them. The restaurants did range from high end to medium, more family oriented joints, the two wouldn't look strange at the latter. Still, ordering in is the most tempting, especially with Yuuri looking so soft and ready to doze off at any moment. Comfort wins out, Victor pressing his forehead to the other man's.

"I'll order some seafood and pasta, then we can talk more," he'll say casually, "I want to know more about you, after all."

"Okay," it's amazing he somehow finds a flush for that after everything they've done, but it doesn't seem like blushing every time Victor expresses any kind of an interest in him is going to wear off any time soon. Still, he's definitely calmer now, not so jumpy about it, and it's pretty amazing that Victor's gotten him so relaxed so quickly, even considering the circumstances-- maybe especially considering them.

"I don't know if there's much interesting about me, though..." he won't step back from Victor's arms until Victor lets him go, which will make him easy to drag over to a phone if Victor doesn't want to let go, but if Victor does step back, Yuuri will sit at the kitchen table or bar, where there's less chance of falling asleep.

"I think you're very interesting, Yuuri," he will be walking Yuuri over toward the kitchen, practically waltzing the man that way from how close he kept him all the while. Plucking his phone off the counter, he'll dial the place he liked best for take out and call in some assorted seafood and pastas for the two of them. After he hangs up, he still has Yuuri snugly in his arms, smiling at him.

"you're free to ask about me, too. I want nothing to feel one sided!" Also, Victor is an open book and loves spilling his guts, even when (maybe especially when) the story was embarrassing. He didn't really do that in interviews, he kept to his image of an artist and a skilled athlete and a bit of a softhearted playboy.

There's no way he's going anywhere other than Victor's arms if he can help it. He's back to kind of being a soft kind of awed, but it's so much more relaxed now. His body moves with Victor's, all dancer's grace even with as tired as he is. He's never danced much partnered, nor has he done a whole lot of pairs skating, but he's probably watched Victor move more than any other person, figuring out how to move with him is easy, now that he doesn't feel like he's about to shake out of his skin from nerves.

"I'm not always good at thinking up questions, but I..." he flushes, looks down, "I want to know more about you, too," he looks back up, a little grin on his face, "You sound so pretty when you talk in Russian," since of course he'd ordered the food that way a second ago, "But you almost never do in interviews, even the ones in Russia." It's not a question, exactly, but it does serve to move them more towards conversation.

"Ah, that's an old bit of advice I got from Yakov," Victor chuckles at the line thought, not having considered it in a while, "When he was a skater in the sixties, he was pressured to only speak Russian as a matter of national pride. It cost him a lot of international fans. More people speak English, so I try to speak that for interviews!" A gentle chuckle.

"And I've heard the accent is sexiest in English!" Not from Yakov, of course, he doesn't give a damn what people think is sexy.

"I'd never really thought about what language I would do an interview in. But then, I haven't really had a lot of people interested in doing interviews with me either," it's said lightly, for once, like maybe he's really saying not yet instead of saying never, which is a pretty big switch from how he started this morning. But then, Victor really has turned his world completely upside down.

He flushes, ducks his head, but there's both a laugh and a sense that he's genuine when he says,

"It is pretty sexy..."

"You like it? Good, good, I've heard it called intimidating, before! I got out of a bar fight once by glaring at a man and asking," now his accent is real thick and the words a bit slower with play-menace, "What is problem?"

"He backed right down!"

"I don't know... I think maybe that's just... a different kind of sexy," he admits, albeit with some difficulty, flushing deeper.

"You don't seem like the kind of person to get in a bar fight," or really to be in a bar where bar fights happen, is more what he means, but that seems a little weird to say.

"I'm not! Never been in a brawl in my life, unless you count watching catfights in the locker rooms. Why I wanted to nip it in the bud by being intimidating," he laughs, all cheer. He's about the least violent guy around, but he wasn't a push over and he wasn't scared of some drunk meathead in a New York bar.

Yuuri laughs to that, shaking his head,

"What kind of trouble did you even get in to start with?" and then he blinks and seems to realize, "Or... ah, I guess you were going to ask me things, weren't you." He can't help but grin a little sheepishly, since he'd been the one to say he didn't know if he could think of questions.

"Ooh, some woman really wanted my picture with her, so I took it, I don't mind that," he starts, not worried about the conversation drifting toward him so long as it didn't become ALL about him. "But she kept coming back over and over and she got really mad that we wouldn't keep entertaining her. Chris said something snide and her boyfriend walked over to have a word. My accent and the fact Chris was so much taller than him made him rethink having a problem," he says that last part in that playfully thick accent.

Yuuri laughs shaking his head,

"Sounds like a crazy night. Though I'm a little surprised he didn't come over to thank you for sending her back. Most guys would be jealous, I think. I've seen a few bar fights," more than a few, it's Detroit after all, "but never been in one. Thankfully. I don't know what I'd do."

"Who would even want to fight you? You're too cute and polite for anything like that!" more sickly sweet eskimo kisses, knocking Yuuri's glasses slightly askew on mistake. He'll take an arm away from holding Yuuri just long enough to fix them on the man's nose.

"What's a wild night you had in Detroit? You must have stories," nobody who gets drunk like that is without a few stories!

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