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"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.

Yuuri melts up into the kiss, mouth sweet on his, presses in closer without thinking about it at all, taking all of the sated, sleepy warmth he wanted to be awake for last night and couldn't be. He hooks one of his legs up over Victor's hip, brazen, but everything still seems languid, unhurried. He really doesn't care where this leads as long as it's to more of everything that it currently is. Even so, he's already practically writhing, body pushing into the touches, greedy.

His own hands cling, pulling on Victor just a little like he could somehow get him closer than they already are.

"A rude awakening, but a good morning," Victor chuckles, kissing Yuuri shortly, catching the man's bottom lip between his to suck gently. The leg over his hip is an opportunity to lean in, meeting their groins with a slow grind. Victor's already turned on, Yuuri was too lovely and surprising and sensual for him to not be. The restrained erection is defined, but clearly not yet desperate, Victor taking his time to enjoy the simple rubbing sensation. His hands slide down Yuuri's back, groping Yuuri's ass and holding in close.

On the other hand, Yuuri's clearly woken up completely hard, but seems equally un-urgent, grinding back slowly, meeting the pace being set.

He moans and arches prettily at the hands pulling him in by his ass, something about the motion seeming extra lazy, like a slow, morning stretch.

"Mmm... you feel so good. I had no idea anything felt like this," it's unguarded, but he doesn't care right now.

"Mmmn, Yuuri, you really never did any of this, with anybody?" he asks curiously, not judgemental, though it is prying. He's allowed a bit of prying, isn't he? Yuuri should know by now he doesn't have to answer, Victor is thoroughly smitten. A shut up and kiss me would work on him. He would leave it at that, if he got deflected.

"I've shared beds a few times but, nothing like this," it's said so innocently, but the roll of his hips on this is anything but innocent. He moans again, low, and he can tell they're building to sex again, but everything's so new and yesterday morning wasn't anything like this. He's never had one of those slow, perfect mornings in bed and it's washing over him now, sweeping him along with it.

"I feel like I'm... underwater or something," it's not quite what he's looking for, but trying to find the right word in English is so much less important than shifting slowly in Victor's arms just to feel all of that skin shift back against him.

A very innocent answer, in words, less so in action. Victor is all for the boldness, glad Yuuri is searching for more while they still had time. His uncertainty was only around the edges, a flicker of hesitation before he forged on and met Victor one for one. The reciprocity eased Victor's own fears that he was taking advantage of Yuuri while the young skater was stuck in a bad situation. The more eager Yuuri acted, the more Victor fell for that enthusiastic gleam in his eye and that sometimes shy, sometimes brimming, grin.

"You're not drowning, I hope,"

"I am," he breathes, but it's clear that he's not meaning it as a bad thing. He is overwhelmed, everything just feels too good to care. Just in case Victor somehow manages to mistake the meaning, he's kissing him again and the kiss is anything but languid, all tongue and desperate little noises into his mouth even as the rest of him stays more lazy.

"Victor," his name is moaned, hands still clinging, "Today... you promised..." even as far as he's reaching, he's honestly not sure if he actually has it in him to beg Victor to fuck him, so he hopes he picks up on what he's asking for, or has a plan to tease it out of him.

Victor hardly ever has a plan for anything, he's always simply reacting and seeing how it turns out. The leading comment does leave the road ahead open to tease or play into it and he'll nearly always choose to tease. His tone is light, clearly making fun out of Yuuri's words.

"Oooh, I have a rotten memory," not actually a lie, but he didn't forget their plans, "what did I promise you?"

This is a thin line-- the mood Yuuri's in is tenuous and it's based a lot on how comfortable he currently is, so making him uncomfortable might end up counterproductive. On the other hand, getting him too turned on to care about begging for something is a very real possibility on the table, and one it seems like he's offering up almost deliberately.

"Victor..." it's almost whining a bit, his whole body turning into an invitation for what he wants all of a sudden, no hesitation there, even if he can't get it out of his mouth all the way, "You said that you would... that it was my turn to... I want..." the sentence falls apart completely his cheeks going completely red.

"You need me to do that dirty talk, Yuuri? All you have to say it yes or no," Victor stays in close to say, lewd in it's frankness. He's not shy at all, about these things, he can give Yuuri the easy part of the conversation. "You want my cock inside you? Well, firstly... my fingers and my tongue? I think you'll enjoy it, very much,"

"Yes," saying all those other things is hard. Saying yes is easy. (He doesn't even remember how hard it was, even just yesterday, not right now anyway.) He tries to make up for it, relief washing through him that Victor is willing to meet him where he stumbles, catch him, keep him moving, wants to offer something back in his gratitude, "Yes, Victor... please, I want--"

Oh wow, did he just say his tongue. The noise he makes is a squeak, shocked, eyes going wide.

"Your... tongue," he's not against the idea, it's pretty clear, just shocked, "How... you would actually... You want to?"

"You're going to think you don't like it," he starts, wry smile on his face, eyebrow cocked liked he's talking from experience, "but then you're going to really like it."

Victor isn't about to do anything to Yuuri that he doesn't have experience in. He's also not about to do anything with Yuuri he himself wouldn't enjoy, on either side.

Edited (didn't mean to hit submit.....) 2017-04-22 22:38 (UTC)

"I'm not really worried about me not liking it," which is actually quite an admission, if he stops to thank about it, but he doesn't, the same way he says a lot of the more scandalous things he says. It's kind of brought them back from the sort of runaway mine cart mood a moment before, but Yuuri's pretty sure momentum is going to be easy to regain once he stretches back against him and uses the out Victor's already given him, to just say yes or no,

"Yes," he repeats, just in case Victor just thinks he means fucking him. "I want that, too."

"I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to!" Victor laughs, thinking that's rather silly to consider. If he really disliked an act, why would he bring it up at all? Yuuri was so... conscientious that was a bit funny. "It really makes the prep much easier, especially when it's new and can be really uncomfortable to get used it. A tongue is about as soft as it gets."

Obviously, if he thought it through, it didn't make much sense. But it's still somehow hard for him to believe that anyone would really want to do something like that, much less that Victor would want to do something like that with him. He's mostly been doing good at setting that kind of thing aside, of just relaxing into what's happening, without thinking too hard about it. But all of that is still not his normal state, and the thought of Victor's tongue inside him has him feeling weirdly electric, heavy.

He doesn't really want to listen to Victor be so blase about it (even if Victor maybe has the healthier attitude) when it feels massive to him so he kisses him, mostly to shut him up, but then the rest of him remembers how close and warm they are and how much skin there is, so the kiss gets away from him very quickly.

Victor is returning the kiss, heated up by the aforementioned use of tongue, moaning into it. He's a bit blase, sure, but he's like that about most everything. Acting serious was usually just that, an act, meant to be dropped like a hat to reveal whatever goofy thing he really had in store. People very much wanted to treat Victor serious, a serious athlete, a serious artist, but... he can only have so much of that persona. It got tiresome, but this? This wasn't tiresome in the slightest, this was all invigorating and fresh. A new feeling, he'd call it puppylove for now, not wanting to make it sound too serious to himself or slip up around Yuuri and scare him off. A crush, a silly, little thing that they should enjoy and not get too invested in. That's best, right? It would be immature to try and give it more weight, it was only 24 hours into this first meeting, a roller coaster though it may be.

He'll break the kiss for more of those direct, unmistakable words.

"Lets get you ready," one more kiss, lapping some shared wetness from Yuuri's lips, "lay on your stomach, ass in the air. I'll make you feel amazing, Yuuri,"

Oh, Yuuri started this in way deeper than puppy love. It's just that trusting is hard. He's getting better, already, but he's the one thinking Victor's going to get tired of him, doesn't understand what he's doing here in the first place. The thought that Victor might be worried this was going to end from Yuuri's side isn't something he's even considered as a possibility. And weight? Victor's his first everything, there's no way to not have this have weight.

He just wants whatever he can get, whatever he can claim, before it ends.

"Yes," he says again, because it's almost a game now, seeing what dirty things Victor's going to say. He can't talk like that, not yet, but hearing Victor do it twists things inside him, makes him squirm, and he wants to encourage more of it. Letting go of him to roll over is hard, but he manages. Once he realizes what he has to do to obey, though, he's turning red, fingers clenching in the pillows as he pulls his knees up under himself. It takes a lot of willpower to keep himself that vulnerable, and Victor can probably feel the tension in him.

"What's yes in Japanese, Yuuri?" he'll question, giving them man something else to think about as he shifts positions. It's an attractive pose, that's for certain, Victor moving along to pet the man's round ass as it's stuck upward as instruction. The obedience is both precious and ridiculously sexy. The palm of his hand groping is replaced with his lips, planting a teasing kiss the Yuuri's ass cheek.

"Say that, instead. Still say no in English, I don't want to get that mixed up," he chuckles, standing from the bed. He needed to get a bit different lube from his bathroom and make sure his hands were washed. It's not long before he's back with a coconut flavored lube, to make it more pleasant and probably less worrisome for Yuuri to think about.

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