emberossing | for wauuu

"Very good!" Victor is chowing down, handing some seafood down to the politely begging dog. He probably shouldn't, but he can't help but spoil Makkachin, who was usually his only companion for dinners in. It's much better to share a meal, he often went out to eat with Yakov or the other skaters, but it didn't spare him the occasional night alone. This is much more cozy, Victor gazing at his companion all too adoringly even when they're both busy stuffing their faces.

Despite saying he was too tired to eat, Yuuri is doing a fair amount of damage all the same, hungrier than he realized. It takes him a minute to realize Victor is watching him and then when he looks up he flushes at the look on his face.

He can't get over this, how genuine Victor seems.

He alternates in the next span of time, between wanting to eat more and wanting to do everything he possibly can to get into bed before he's too tired to enjoy sharing it.

It's a bit of a blur, what follows. Victor is also incredibly sleepy, the heavy pasta not helping at all, but he knows he should get any left overs into the fridge. They could always heat it up in the morning if they happened to sleep in late... or linger in bed for other reasons. He's ushering Yuuri into the second bedroom after, not particularly wanting to change the sheets to sleep in the other bed... It's just as big and lovely, the room Victor has slept in the night prior while Yuuri passed out in the other.

The sheets smells like him, but Yuuri might not get to appreciate it much before Makkachin is throwing himself on the new man in the bed, looking for cuddles. Victor fusses the dog away, turning the lights off before curling up beside the man himself.

"Comfortable, Yuuri?"

He's working up to either disappointment or protest or both, when Victor leads him into the second bedroom, but when he figures out that he's not being shuffled off to the guest bed, that the sheets already smell like Victor (he steals the pillow Victor was using the night before. He thinks he is subtle about it. He is not.) he quiets the protest.

There's a slightly watery hug for Makkachin-- Vicchan would sleep in bed with him all the time, back home, and if the older poodle hops back up in the night, Yuuri will definitely be cuddling him-- but he doesn't actually cry again, too warm and content for it, right now. And then Victor's in bed with him and he hopes it's not too much, that he gravitates into his arms immediately.

"You have no idea," he sighs out, everything so perfect he feels like he's just going to come apart at the seams with it.

Oh, Makkachin cannot be moved from the bed, even with Victor's shuffling, all the dog does is hop to the other side of Yuuri and curl up there, sandwiching the man in the center of the mattress. Victor wraps his arms around Yuuri, not minding weight down on one if he got to have them both around the younger man. Yuuri gets one more kiss, Victor's breath clean from giving his teeth a brush while Yuuri swapped around pillows.

His head is down on the pillow a moment later. The mumble that escapes him might not have been English, maybe a Russian goodnight wish, but it doesn't matter much beyond it's fondness and the ease of which Victor falls right to sleep.

"I almost don't want to sleep..." Yuuri says, even though he's yawning, settling, already half asleep as he's saying it, "I don't want to wake up," that doesn't make any sense, but it refers back to them talking about this being a dream, like he's afraid this whole day is going to vanish if he does,

"This has been the best day. Thank you, Victor," there's nothing that hurts right now, a peace that he can feel all the way down to his bones. There are harder things coming up-- practical things like getting his passport and dealing with having no clothes or money and police reports, and further out, what he's going to do about skating. He doesn't think he can go right back out on the ice, maybe needs to finish school finally and go home, see his family, pay his respects. But none of that is here, Victor's breath evening out beside him, the bed warm between him and Makkachin.

He struggles to stay awake just to enjoy it, but he's drifting off almost before he even tries.

Victor is perfectly contented with Yuuri in his arms. He's knocked out immediately and doesn't shift much, adjusting his arm around the younger skater to shift them closer, legs tangling up. The proximity of body heat is very warm, but Victor seems to naturally run so cold it's never overwhelming or sweaty. He had set his phone on the nightstand without much thought, sleeping peacefully through the night.

Waking up is less peaceful, having forgotten to turn off his alarm, it's blaring at his usual time. He jolts awake and Makkachin scrambles over both men in a panic.

"Oof! M-Makkaaa..." he'll groan, turning over. He has one arm trapped under Yuuri so he reaches to grab his phone with his free arm. Still laying flat on his back, he's holding his device directly over his face, fussing to turn it off. He manages to quiet the alarm, but the phone slips from his loose fingers, falling and smacking him square between his eyes.

Goodmorning.

The alarm wakes Yuuri up, obviously, there's no way all of that couldn't, and he's used to getting up early besides, but he doesn't just jolt awake all at once. They're all tangled up from sleeping and he shifts more into Victor, stretching sleepily in his arms. Thankfully, this means he mostly misses Victor smacking himself in the face with his phone. It also means Victor has the privilege of watching Yuuri wake up and realize where he is, which is an entire education in Yuuri Katsuki in only a handful of moments.

The half-snuggle, half-hip press is first, which is somewhere right between a cute seeking of warmth and him grinding himself against Victor with a little moan, body reacting to having him there before his brain does. Then there's a cute little furrow in his brow as he realizes he's in bed with someone else, then a sudden freeze up as he realizes he's in bed with someone else before he's having a little bit of a panic, eyes shooting open and--

They just go wider as he processes that he is, indeed, in bed with Victor Nikiforov and that yesterday wasn't a dream and he just gapes at him for a long moment, trying in his sleep fogged brain, to get everything to make sense. When it does, though, everything about him just melts, hands coming up to cup around Victor's cheeks, looking at him in open wonder.

"Good morning," his voice is rough around the edges from sleep, but the tone is definitely disbelieving.

Victor's expression is grumpy for a moment, cursing under his breathe in Russian to rub his nose. Yuuri stirring awake does take his attention and he'll watch the man go through a wave of emotion. There's a relief that Yuuri settles down into quiet amazement, reaching out to Victor to cup his cheek. Victor follows the touch, resting his head sideways on the pillow, gazing fondly at his companion. Pain forgotten, he smiles and softly replies.

"Good morning, Yuuri, did you sleep well?"

"Yes," he can't help but laugh softly, even though he's also blushing a little, "Better than I can remember sleeping in a long time, actually." He sees the little hurt on his nose and leans in, suddenly, kissing it, before flushing deeper, worried that that might have crossed a line somewhere or something.

Victor's going to work fast to not have Yuuri hiding against him. On the other hand, maybe that's right where he wants him.

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One eyes closes as he very gently flinches, only to realize Yuuri was kissing his nose.

Oh no, this man is too cute, his heart is going to melt right out of his chest and puddle on the floor.

He won't say anything, just letting Yuuri hide, reaching both arms around Yuuri and rolling completely onto his side to embrace the man. The arm under Yuuri is still asleep, a million pinpricks of sensation, but he hardly even notices. He just wants to hug Yuuri close and warm and still sleepy. It helped that the room was mostly dark, just a faint grey-blue glow indicating it must be raining outside. Actually, with the alarm stopped, the pattering of just that can be heard on the window.

Victor is.... not sure what to say. He knows the moment is pleasant and warm and he can rub Yuuri's shoulders in an attempt to ease the younger man's embarrassed tension away.

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He settles almost immediately. How can he not? Everything is warm and Victor-- his hands rubbing into his shoulders, the rise and fall of his breathing, how he smells. He's woken up and all of it is real and he's here and he's awake enough now to enjoy every last moment of this, but not so awake that he really feels like moving.

He drifts, a little, shifts with Victor's roll, nuzzles into him. They just lie there like that for a few minutes, sleepy and listening to the rain. Yuuri can feel the peace all the way down to his bones.

After a short while, though, Yuuri's shifting, stretching up, and unless Victor for some reason decides to get out of the way, there's a long, slow kiss-- not necessarily particularly heated, but soft and warm and thorough.

The stretch and the kiss are met by Victor, having thought just the same thing when Yuuri moves away from his chest. He smiles as they match each other's lips. His hands stay just where they are, one limply behind Yuuri and one wrapped around the younger man's back, massaging over a shoulder. What a good man he's found in sixth place at the Grand Prix Final.

It's not the least likely place to find a puppylove crush, your own sport, but it certainly felt odd to be so close on the heels of what Yuuri described as the worst day of his life. Of course, this only motivated Victor to be more sweet, more kind, and more attentive than he might otherwise. What was nice was how natural it felt, like he was always being met halfway. The kiss finally breaks for air and Victor gives a quick peck to Yuuri's nose this time.

"This is a very intricate dream, I'm impressed it's lasting so long!"

"Mm. Me too. I'm glad though. I wasn't ready for it to end," it's maybe a little more honest than he means to be, but he can't help it, Victor being so sweet and vulnerable pulls that reaction out of him, too. They do feel like they keep meeting in the middle, and it makes him want to keep doing it, keep giving Victor pieces of himself.

So that's probably why he's rolling them, suddenly, until he's got his knees on either side of Victor's hips, perched on him, but still draped warm across his chest. It's lazy, a kind of sensuality that doesn't really have any urgency behind it, but it more than Yuuri's shown on his own before, the way he just kind of moves Victor where he wants him, slides his arms up to stretch his back while still pressed against him.

This action is very sensual to Victor, who is rolled on his back and straddled, then stretched out on with all of Yuuri's weight pressed down on him. He slept in just his briefs so a lot of this is bare skin contact for him, feeling soft pajamas around him since Yuuri bothered to wear clothes to sleep. The arm that was on Yuuri's back reaches up to cradle his face, nudging him in for another languid kiss. It's interrupted by a hissing kind of laugh, as he tries to move his very much asleep arm for the first time, now that Yuuri too his weight off it.

"Owowow," he laughs this, flopping his shoulder rather uselessly, "I can't move my arm at all! It's totally asleep..!"

He sinks down into that kiss immediately, and he's suddenly wishing that he'd been awake enough last night to bother taking his clothes off, because there's too much between them all of a sudden for all of the things that are waking up the more he does. He gets one slow, lazy roll of his hips, experimental but not at all hesitant, before Victor's complaining about his arm.

He doesn't know where the idea comes from, but he's moving before he can catch up to himself, lifting the arm up and cupping that one pins and needles hand against his face,

"So you can't feel anything at all?" he sounds like he's genuinely curious, but there's also something mischievous about the question.

"H-hardly!" he laughs, in that awkward kind of not-quite-pain of trying to get circulation moving back through his limb. He has to joke, Yuuri's wry delight is quite precious and amusing in turn. "No part of me should be limp around you, Yuuri!"

Yuuri laughs at that. Not a little sad chuckle or a warm little giggle but actually laughing doubling over on Victor's chest to do it,

"You're ridiculous," he says, sitting back up just a little and nuzzling into the palm of his hand before he turns just a little bit more and sinks his teeth into the meaty bit just under his thumb. It's not a real bite, just pressure, like he's testing to see if it's true that he can't feel anything, and then his mouth is trailing up his thumb, lower lip dragging at the skin. It's probably a weird juxtaposition, to see him do something like that, heavy lidded, almost sly, but not really be able to feel it.

"Wow!" Victor exclaims at the show of teeth and lips sliding across his skin. He really should have expected, all skaters are showmen after all, but Yuuri is really putting on convincing performance. Not that Victor thought the man was insincere, but it did seem more like the man at the party, not the sober man he grew to know the day prior. Still, Yuuri is just full of surprises and Victor can't help but squirm under him. He feels the tickle across his skin, he's starting move his fingers against, slowly glancing them over Yuuri's cheek.

He's both of those men, and neither of them. The alcohol destroys inhibitions, makes him more honest, but it also dampens all of the softer parts of him, trades gentleness for that honesty. Currently, this state is tenuous, but for the moment, the morning has left him relaxed, the feeling of everything being dream-like with the rain and the dull light, turning the consequences of anything into something he might possibly have to deal with at some nebulous point in the future, but not now.

He turns more into his hand, kissing warmly across the palm and then dragging his mouth up another finger until it's resting on his lips again, the weight parting them slightly until he can barely touch his tongue to it, teasing. His hips rock back against that squirm of Victor's and he doesn't know what's gotten into him any more than Victor does, but he's determined not to think very hard about it, just follow where it leads.

Having really thought he'd have to choose, Victor is glad to see Yuuri isn't a completely new person sober. He didn't fall for some evil twin Yuuri who swapped placed in the morning with a man he likes equally and yet for very different reasons. It's all one, magnificent person and he's enraptured. He's spellbound by the drag of his mouth up fingers and Victor's presses a small measurement forward, pad rubbing the soft of Yuuri's tongue. It's a bit goofy, but also sensual and that's the perfect balance. If anything got too serious feeling, Victor didn't tend to enjoy it. He liked intimacy to be fun and Yuuri has certain proven to be good at that.

"I knew it," he'll start, smile seemingly ever present, "I won't be able to keep my hands off you"

There's a soft gasp at the feeling of Victor stroking his finger against his tongue, a shift for a moment in the energy he's putting out, cheeks pinking a little, a slow shudder.

"I hope not," it's supposed to be cheeky, but it comes out breathless, wanting, "I want them everywhere."

His fingers slip out from Yuuri's mouth as the man speaks, but there's gracing gently across the slightly chapped lips after. Victor is admiring the man in the dull light, pleased by how soft everything was, nothing too defined, nothing too sharp. Fingers trail from lips to his chin, following the line of Yuuri's jaw back and then down his neck. He'll stop a the scoop of Yuuri's collar bone, above the line of his shirt hem.

"You can have them, anywhere," Victor coos, "that will be easier with less clothes."

He's a little mortified that he remembers too late that his clothes are borrowed and that he might have stretched Victor's shirt out, but he's not embarrassed at all if he seems over eager when he almost savages himself out of his own shirt to get it off and tossed aside. Pants are harder, but he's got no trouble leaning down over Victor to shift his weight enough to shimmy out of them. Victor's earned this with everything yesterday, with how kind he was even before there was a chance to get Yuuri in bed. There's a part of him that's aware that he'll probably be embarrassed later, but it seems far away at the moment.

"Please... Victor... touch me..." he doesn't know what's gotten into him, but it's not even that he really wants to have sex (he does, but that's not what he's running on.) But it's just something about this morning, the rain, the sex from yesterday, everything loose limbs and warmth and it doesn't seem like a problem, to just ask for what he wants.

"Since you asked so nicely," Victor will tease, wanting the exact same thing. He smiles as Yuuri shimmies out of the borrowed clothes, an easy task as they were all oversized on him. He was cute in the clothes, all too long and too wide for his slender and lean frame. Revealing his beautiful body was irresistible, Victor's hands are already on Yuuri before he's got the pants all the way off, tipping Yuuri back onto his side so they were on equal level. He's kissing Yuuri, wrapping arms as his fingers grope up and down the man's lower back. Their bare skin against one another was immediately a source of heat and spiking tension.

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