for wauuu

[emberossing]

Yuuri cracks open his eyes, blearily, to an unfamiliar ceiling. His head feels like it's either on fire or full of bees or possibly both and his stomach does a slow, sickening roll as he opens his eyes, but it settles, at least for the time being. Not just his head but everything hurts enough that, at least at first, he more just moves on auto-pilot, looking around for his glasses and taking what is obviously a pair of Paracetamol on the bedside table. There's a little note with them but he doesn't parse either the message or recognize the handwriting, so he just drinks about half the glass of water and looks around.

Memories leak back in slowly-- Vicchan, the competition, calling his mom, going back to the room, Celestino insisting that he had to go to the banquet afterwards, possibly worried he was going to do something stupid if he didn't. But he remembered saying no and refusing to open the door. So... shouldn't he be in the hotel room?

This is not the hotel room.

In fact, he swears he's seen this room before, somewhere, actually, but he's too tired and bleary to figure out where. So he just walks over to the bathroom, which he, for some reason, is able to guess the location of, and splashes water on his face rubs at it until he somewhat resembles a human being, and then goes in search of more clues to where he is.

The bedroom door creaks open and there's another sense of deja-vu as he looks around the apartment it opens on, but the pieces refuse to slot into place.

"He-Hello?"

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[wauuu]

"Hai," Victor responds, hand spreading Yuuri to expose him even further. His lubed fingers are warm now and touch Yuuri's hole directly. He's not pressing inside, just teasing the entrance. His mouth presses higher up, near Yuuri's tailbone, tongue sneaking out along the protrusion of bone. If Yuuri settles into the feeling without more yelping, he'll move his fingers to the side. Flavored lube is in it's place, soon being swept over by his tongue, directly to the ring of muscle.

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How in the hell is he going to remember that with Victor touching him like that? Still, he parrots it back, obediently, correcting himself. He knows there's also nothing stopping him from saying anything else, but for at least a moment, he's lost all of his words in every language.

He does jump a bit, more at the feeling of Victor's mouth up on his tailbone than the fingers pressing, he's got no context for either thing, no idea what this is going to feel like at all other than what his imagination has conjured up in the past few minutes. He feels like his whole face is going to combust as he presses it harder into the pillows and makes an entirely undignified noise to the first swipe of Victor's tongue.

[wauuu]

"Mnnn," a gentle moan from Victor as he rubs his tongue back and forth. The lube spread around with him, but he'll kiss and move away just a moment to speak, "it'll get better, try to relax,"

Easier said than done, he knows, but it should be said. Victor takes more lube and pours another large drop directly to Yuuri. His tongue is back, after, now pressing inside, tugging at the edges to spread Yuuri open. It's soft as he said, wet with lube, a contrast of cold and warm.

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There's another undignified noise to that and Yuuri manages to gasp out,

"It already feels so good I can't think straight, how can it get be--" he is immediately shown the answer to that and this time the Japanese comes easily and it's a string of something that sounds like it's filthy.

It's another moment very much like the blow job, very much like all of the sex they've had, really, where Yuuri seems jittery and embarrassed and shy, right up until the moment he dumps all of that metaphorically off the edge of the bed and then suddenly he's doing things like moaning like he's going to come apart and having to struggle to not push back against the slide of Victor's tongue in. His fingers clench so hard they hurt in the pillow with the effort and Victor might have to remind him to breathe here in a minute.

[wauuu]

There's another long, lewd moan against Yuuri's skin. This vibrates his tongue gently and yet probably creating a lot more sensation than it usually would, given the area of focus. His tongue now inside, he pries Yuuri open to accommodate. He's sliding in deeper, the wider shape of his tongue fitting inside before sliding out, then repeating.

Every reaction Yuuri has is to be savored, Victor finding nothing sexier than unraveling a new partner. The fact that Yuuri had never experienced anything like this? That Victor gets to be his first and set the standard by which Yuuri will judge all other sexual experience, well... again, Victor's pride and ego are appealed to. He wants to show off, give Yuuri nothing short of the best.

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"Victor...oh god... Victor..." Victor's name comes out the second time more like a sob and he feels like he's having to fight for every breath. It feels amazing, and really dirty and he can't divorce any of that from also remembering this is his idol and his crush since he was too young to even understand what he was feeling, with his tongue inside him and he's not even sure what part of that is more pleasurable.

"Please, please, it's so good..." he can't stop himself, has to press back into that touch, push him deeper, but he at least keeps it slow, more like a stretch into him, his legs spreading along with it, like he could hold himself wider like that.

[wauuu]

Yuuri crying out for him is very encouraging, his name sounding more and more ragged in the young skater's voice. He's pleased that Yuuri is getting more wordy, since he can't be the one talking. His tongue twirls, a complete circle inside Yuuri, spreading Yuuri out before his tongue slips free. Another kiss before Victor is catching his own breathe. He shifts to get more lube, this time on his fingers. Yuuri was open enough for two digits to press in, next.

"Deeper, now, Yuuri... You can come if you want, you know we'll keep going,"

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There's another one of those sobbing moans when Victor swirls his tongue around inside him and he's both whining a little involuntarily and grateful when everything stops for just a moment so he can grab air, greedily, because he keeps not feeling like he has enough, despite the shuddering breaths he keeps taking.

At first, two is not good. There's just no way to really work up to that change of sensation, not when he's not expecting what it will feel like. It's not painful, but it's too much, too quickly and the no is halfway up his throat before something reminds him that Victor had been cautious at this point, too, when it had been Yuuri doing it, warning him to be careful. So instead, he forces out,

"H-hai," again, and then a spill of Japanese that eventually resolves itself into English, "Don't stop... don't stop..." pleading, because he knows he otherwise looks and sounds like Victor is killing him.

[wauuu]

"I'll go slower, relax, relax," he'll apologize at the distressed noises, Yuuri clearly overwhelmed by the sudden jump to two fingers. He moves them in and out only very carefully. They don't spread or curl, knowing it could take time to not be uncomfortable. Yuuri gets another few kisses to his tailbone and lower back, placating.

"You're going to feel amazing, Yuuri, all filled up with my cock,"

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He actually pushes back harder at the first, taking Victor's fingers deeper than he'd meant,

"I said don't stop," it's almost growled and only Yuuri Katsuki can blush his way through kisses and then bark out commands with someone knuckles deep in his ass. It's both too much like he's weak and needs to be coddled through this and also too much not at all what he actually wants Victor to do, now that he's riled up like this-- he doesn't want him to slow down, despite the fact that he can't help the noises he's making.

He shudders to the second, a different kind of moan sliding out a moment later, snappish ferocity melting as quickly as it had come, though it's maybe more sidetracked than gone, like maybe Victor could have him growling again if he wanted. Everything he wants to say gets all tangled up at that, so he just moans out another hai to it, instead.

[wauuu]

The snapping reaction is an arousing surprise. Victor smirks through Yuuri's demands, fingers deep in the man. He slides the digit s back, nearly out, before quickly back in, curling them abruptly. He's not sure exactly where Yuuri's prostate might me, so he's dragging his curled fingers back out, slowly, searching for the spot. He knows Yuuri will react when it's found.

"My mistake, Yuuri, you may be beautiful, but you're not a delicate man,"

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Yuuri makes another, sharp noise when Victor moves like he's pulling the fingers out but then they're back in and he's doing something, moving differently--

Don't curl your fingers... I'll come too quick...

-- and ohgodohfuckwhat. He nearly screams, more startled than anything else. He needs it to stop, it's too much, he can't breathe, he can't think. And then it does stop and he's rocking backwards before he can even think to stop himself, pleading because he needs it to happen again right now..

"Victor... fuck..." he's not even aware that he's cursed.

[wauuu]

"That's how I was feeling, yesterday," Victor coos, teasing to and fro, in and away from the spot once he pin points it. Never too much, never quite long enough to do more than jolt the nerves. "Just addicting, don't you think?"

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"Yes," no wait, "Hai... ah~ please..." he's got no idea please what, just that everything in the whole world is Victor's fingers inside of him.

He feels completely out of his own control and that's a little frightening (maybe more so paired with addicting) but it's also somewhere outside of doubt. There's only action and reaction, more so even than when he was fucking Victor, and he's pushing back on Victor's fingers more insistently now, noises shifting to something more pleading than they were before.

[wauuu]

"As you command, Yuuri," he'll combine the sensations if that's what the younger skater desired. More, yes, please, hai-- Victor wants to hear nothing more than these short words repeated. His fingers curve in and out of the area Yuuri reacts most to, his mouth licking and lapping at the entrance, stretched around his intruding digits. His face is pressed firmly against Yuuri's skin, breathe hot as he moans against the man. If he can get Yuuri to come from just having his ass played with in this way, no contact to his clearly desperate cock, then they're in for an amazing day.

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Oh, he definitely can. Yuuri's got no defense whatsoever against the sensations, so they just flood him. He pushes off the bed just a little on his hands, arching his back deeper, using his hands to push himself harder onto Victor, though once his tongue is back on him he shifts from fucking himself on his fingers to writhing on his tongue, the motion of his hips encouraging licking more than thrusting. His cock is dripping onto the sheets, now, but it never even occurs to him to touch it, not because he wouldn't want to, but because his brain feels like it's been taken offline entirely and even though it aches, there's no room for anything but the feel of Victor lapping at him.

He's stopped talking, but he's making all kinds of noises, can't seem to stop, and all of them are getting both louder and more desperate the longer this goes on, harsh around the edges. He's close, reaching for that edge without really knowing that's what he's doing, noises rising even more intense as he does.

[wauuu]

"Imagine how much better this will be, with my cock fucking you right... here..." Victor is pressing harder and more exploitative into Yuuri's prostate. His mouth returning to lick the entrance, moaning back himself. If he hadn't purposefully left his own briefs on, Victor would be jerking himself off about now, but he holds back. Everything is about Yuuri in the moment, getting Yuuri off from this new experience is his only goal in the world. He knows he'll do it soon, too, the young man's keening noises filling the room above even Victor's moans, more vibration that sound at this point. He'll lick and suck and kiss at skin, wanting Yuuri to feel everything he'd done so far, in quick succession, trying to push him off that edge.

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Yuuri keens at the thought of Victor's cock, manages to make a little begging noise, because words are definitely beyond him, but it's the redoubled effort of Victor's tongue that's the thing that shoves him over.

It takes some serious effort, he teeters on the edge for longer than is probably comfortable for Victor, but eventually, Victor swipes his tongue flat across everything and then stabs it in, right as his fingers press hard inside him, and Yuuri makes a very loud, shocked noise and comes, hard and intense and what feels like forever, until he's shouted himself hoarse and all that comes out are hitched little moans, rough around the edges.

[wauuu]

The feeling of coming forever is definitely Victor's intention. With the prostate only stimulation, he keeps and keeps and keeps massaging that sensitive spot. Yuuri's ass tightens around his fingers and the pulse of his body has it orgasms make the continued focus on the spot even easier. From Victor's experience, he could come for much longer with prostate stimulation than anything directly on his dick, a series of shocks instead of one big burst of feeling. If Yuuri felt it much the same way, all the better, Victor would know just how to drive him wild.

Once Yuuri seems like he's had enough, Victor slides his fingers out, lips pressing another few kisses to the man's asscheeks, petting him with his palms. It's gentle, letting Yuuri peter off from the high and relax after such a completely new kind of pleasure.

"Just mesmerizing, Yuuri, lay back down if you like," another few kisses, before he'll pull away, smirking to right himself. There's a long look of admiration on the man's love drunk expression. "We'll continue, soon, but enjoy a quick rest," he should sneak off and rinse with some mouthwash real fast, but he doesn't want to leave Yuuri all alone if he's not absolutely sure the man is sinking pleasantly into afterglow.

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Yuuri's got no idea how the mechanics of this work, or even what to expect, or even that there are different types of orgasms beyond that it feels different when he has to get himself off quick and furtive somewhere and when he can take his time with it. So he has no expectations and this feels like nothing he's ever felt before.

Hopefully Victor has the foresight to... tip him over or something, because there's no way he can uncurl or move right now. There's a mumbled noise of loss when Victor pulls out of him (even though he probably needs the break) but he's not even really aware he has a body after that. He drags his eyes open, but they don't focus, really, and fucked brainless is a good look on him. Every breath leaves his body in a ragged whimper and he's gasping for each of them, shuddering just a little as his body tries to deal with what's just happened to it.

Victor probably has time to sneak off while he's completely insensible, if he's relatively quick about it, but if he's trying to wait for Yuuri to come down off that and stop shaking before he goes, he's going to have to stay put for longer than a few kisses. Yuuri's pretty sure he just saw god.

[wauuu]

Victor will think to guide the man to one side, setting Yuuri down to collapse on the sheets. Better than falling forward into his own mess, at least. The glassy eyes look is nice and then a little alarming and then outright concerning. Are you traumatized, Yuuri? Did he give you a trauma?

Victor won't sneak off, he'll just give a puppy dog look and a whimper. His hand reaches to rub Yuuri's shoulder.

"Are you... okay?" Please be okay.........

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Is he okay?

It takes him a probably alarming amount of time to answer that question but that's because he first has to realize Victor is speaking and then figure out how to translate what he's saying into something he can comprehend. Then, he has to sort through words, sluggishly, until he knows what he means and then he can consider if he's alright or not. He's pretty sure he is. But then, trying to communicate that back outwards feels... broken a little at the moment, like nothing is moving like he wants it to, so maybe he's not as okay as he thinks?

He struggles with his body for a moment and finally manages a soft,

"Hai..." and then, a breath, trying again, "just... a lot..." He manages to reach a hand out and kind of smear it down Victor's chest, which is about as close as he can get right now to trying to get him closer.

[wauuu]

Yeah, that long while of Yuuri considering being okay is full of Very Concerned Victor. He's whimpering and petting at Yuuri and muttering "please be okay" "did I break you? I didn't mean to" "Yuuuuriiiii" until he gets a response to shut him up. His flustered and fussy panic is cut off by the reaching for him and he takes Yuuri's outstretched hand between both of his, kissing it gently.

"I wanted it to be good, I didn't want to mess you up!" Okay, maybe he kind of did, but he doesn't really like the consequences. At least Yuuri gets to see how genuinely concerned Victor is, all the flippant and prideful talk just a show. He's a dumb, adoring poodle at heart!

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Yuuri can barely breathe again, and he's laughing, kitten weak in how he pulls at Victor but not letting up until he scoots in where Yuuri can lean his head against his chest,

"Liar," he says, and it's all the right kinds of soft around the edges. And then another breath, pulling himself back together in inches, "You can come if you want, you know we'll keep going," considering he's barely managed to string two words together, it's a remarkable impression of Victor. And then he's laughing again, soft.

"I'm fine. I promise."

[wauuu]

A bit red faced at his own overreaction to Yuuri's reaction, Victor chuckles along. He falls into Yuuri's, throwing his arms around him to snuggle him. Yuuri settles into his chest and the impression is teasing him even further into embarrassment. A ruffle of Yuuri's hair is the response, Victor kissing him on the top of the head.

"I have a lot to learn, about you!" he's squeezing the man in his arms, "I don't mean to coddle you, I just want to be sure you're enjoying this all. A fine line, I suppose..."