emberossing | for wauuu

"I'd send you a telegram if it meant I'd keep a hold of your attention," Victor laughs along, all too honest himself. He doesn't care if it's text or calls or photos, he just wants to keep this up. There's plenty of ways to keep in contact, whether they be a room away or an ocean apart. Professional athlete was a busy lifestyle, not to mention Yuuri also going to school still. Quick and easy means to stay in touch was the best most could do and it was more fun than ever with plenty of social networking sites.

"I don't think there's any way you could not hold my attention," it's mostly teasing. "I'm not very good at the social media thing, but... I..." he flushes, "If it's for you..."

"No reason for either of us to play hard to get," Victor will lean in, kissing one of the hickies he left on Yuuri's neck, a much better reminder of him than any autograph, though it wouldn't last, "reciprocation is much more satisfying than any chase. Don't go ignoring me, now, I'll only be offended!"

"Mmm..." is all he manages at first, baring more of his neck immediately, melting a little bit.

"Do I seem like I'm playing hard to get?" it's kind of sarcasm, considering everything they've just been doing, but everything feels too good right now for him to really put the bite in it. "I can't imagine ignoring you, either."

Victor is taking the invitation, continuing to kiss at the marks he left the day prior, darkening the ones that lost their color overnight. He's hardly listening to Yuuri, very wrapped up in the task. His lips finally seperate from the man's skin with a lick over them.

"I'll try not to cling, no promises," he's probably joking, squeezing Yuuri briefly, tightening the embrace to punctuate how he was very much clinging at the moment. His lips tilt upward, moving to catch Yuuri's lips with a passionate, sensual kiss. They'd gotten distracted from their morning activity with chatter and Yuuri catching his breathe. That can't be allowed, they really must get some more sex in. (Namely, Victor needed to be in Yuuri, he's quite desperate to think about it!)

That's okay, once he's sucking the first mark a little deeper into his skin, Yuuri isn't listening anymore either, words devolving quickly into quiet moans, his head falling back more. He's been okay to have a conversation, particularly since it's been both silly and intimate in turns and it's led to him realizing more and more that Victor does at least intend to keep him. But this is still what he's craving, too, and so there's the opposite of protest, to get drawn back into it.

"I already told you..." he's interrupted by the kiss, and happily so, kisses back warm and open, voicing his satisfaction into that as well, but finishes, breathless, "... not to stop." If it wasn't clear before that he wasn't just talking about sex, maybe it's more clear now.

Maybe not, considering they're headed back that way. Oh well. He'll say it as many times as he has to. This time, it sounds suspiciously more like an order.

"Bossy," he'll tease, catching Yuuri's bottom lip between his teeth and dragging them over it, "I like that, now and then, are you going to tell me what to do for you, Yuuri?" he did most of the talking last round, when his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. The more he can draw out Yuuri, the better. He was so sexy, when he let himself go and just went for it. Victor wants that side of Yuuri to talk to him, at least a little.

He's halfway to an apology, just on instinct, but Victor turns it into a smear of syllables with his teeth and then he's saying he likes it and Yuuri's not sure which way is up anymore, really, all over again, but doesn't care.

"I... maybe..." he's flushing again, but he's not hiding and he's not actually apologizing. "It's hard enough to say things, but I really also just... don't know what I like yet," it sounds maybe a little like he's hedging, but he also follows it with, "Show me something new, Victor." It's not explicit, but the tone makes it very much the same as if he'd said fuck me.

It is also not a request.

"Isn't everything new?" another tease, the idea that he gets to be Yuuri's first for all this is deeply arousing. He can't help but think of Yuuri drunkenly sharing his not-so-dirty secret, demanding Victor take him back to his room and show him how it's done. He'd wanted to do just that so badly, but it would have been both wrong and forgotten by morning. What they were doing now, Yuuri would never forget it and Victor wouldn't either. Victor will adjust, rolling on top of Yuuri to fit between his legs, arms supporting his weight on either side. Nothing wrong with simple missionary, not to mention what a good view is gave.

"Let's start basic," he gives one more kiss before straightening up, hand trailing down Yuuri's neck, chest and stomach. Victor resting back on his knees with Yuuri spread out beneath him. A good view, indeed. "I want to see your face when I make you cry out like that, again."

Yuuri flushes a little bit but instead of running away from that, he sasses right back for a change,

"You can't tell me to do something and then make fun of me for doing it. That's not fair at all!" he acts like he's going to pout about it, actually, but nearly any attempt by Victor to get him to stop will be successful. (He's hoping for another one of those kisses, actually.)

It's going to be some freshly lubed up fingers pressing into Yuuri's ass, that should be distracting. He'd loosened him up earlier, but they laid around a while. Making sure Yuuri wouldn't feel any pain was his top priority, nothing ruined a good moment like pain in the wrong place or wrong time.

"I don't always like to play fair," like right now, his fingers sinking into the man to just briefly glance across his prostate before sliding back out, swirling around the entrance to open it up more.

He's not really expecting to go, well, maybe not quite zero but slow to sixty and he yelps, but it's not pain, just surprise. The noise melts into a whining moan by the end and he has to really reach for the next breath,

"Ob-obviously not!" it's almost pitched sobbing, but everything is still a little more sensitive than normal and he's so shocked by both the suddenness of it and how good it feels, that there's no modulating anything, there's just a reaction. Most of his reaction is pushing against those fingers to chase that feeling, to get more.

"Still very sensitive," Victor comments with amusement, enjoying Yuuri's voice rocketing up from pleasure. "That's good, fingers never feel the best, after all." He'll slide them out completely, just then, leaning the younger skater empty for a moment. Victor is sliding off his briefs, cock stiff and sweaty from how aroused he'd been since they woke up, let alone how enticing Yuuri is at just this moment. He's showing off to slick up with lube, stroking himself slowly with a lick of his own lips.

"I'll go slow, but you tell me if you want it slower or faster, okay? You're in charge."

He can't help the soft little whine that just kind of tumbles out, when Victor pulls his fingers out. It's stalled, though, by Victor sitting back and pulling his underwear off and he's seen him naked before, basically all day yesterday, in fact, but it's different, somehow, when he knows that's about to be inside him, and he definitely gets caught staring, wide-eyed.

"You're gorgeous," he barely even realizes he's spoken, breathed reverent and honest and he knows Victor is showing off a little and he ought to tease, but he can't find any of those words.

"Okay," he agrees after a moment, and he looks a bit flushed and the same kind of shy he usually is, but there's also something about him that's surprisingly eager, a brightness to his eyes or something about the way he's laying on the bed.

There's something so heartmelting and sweet about Yuuri's compliment, not really the words, but the sincerity and enthusiasm behind them. Victor wanted so much for Yuuri to be at ease with this and the want in his expression is so endearing it swells Victor's heart up in his chest. He's also at ease, sharing a moment of perfect, mutual desire. This is probably what love feels like and for once it's Victor who hesitates on the moment. His hands fumbling just briefly to reach for Yuuri's hips, sliding to line up his cock. Not too fast or it would just slip away, just slow enough to press inside. Slow, feeling the stretch around him and the increase in heat.

"So are you, Yuuri... just divine,"

Feeling Victor fumble for a moment, unsure, sends a bolt of heat through him. Victor doesn't fumble. It's something else that is Yuuri's.

I did that.

It whispers through his head again, like it did before, and it stuns him into awe exactly the same. And then Victor's pushing in, slow and somehow sweet and he kind of knows what it's going to feel like and completely doesn't. It feels good, he's stretched and it's slow and it's strange, still, probably won't ever not feel strange, but it's also slick and he can feel things stretching and there's just something about it that doesn't quite register yet as pleasure exactly, but does register as something he wants. He's not aware that he's making low keening noises as Victor pushes in deeper, too caught up in the sensations, but he wouldn't stop himself if he were.

"Oh god, Yuuri," Victor is moaning out himself, pace excruciating when he wanted so much more, but forcing the consideration toward Yuuri with raw willpower. Patience, patience, Yuuri would tell him if this was too fast or too slow, he will stay consistent until corrected. The tip of his cock is inside, so damn sensitive himself to the tightness and heat around him. It's so fucking good he has to distract himself with words or he might get lost in it.

"You're so tight, Yuuri... How does it feel for you?"

"Good," he struggles out as a gasp. He takes another breath and manages, "More..." He doesn't really want Victor to go much faster, but if he stops in the push inside he's going to go completely insane.

He's too overwhelmed to do much more than that and try to breathe, but he's not giving off any signs that it's painful, just that it's a lot, hands fisted in the sheets.

Victor can't help himself any longer. If he's determined not to push in any quicker, then he must have more of Yuuri another way. He's still sinking his weight down into the man, but he'll lean down again, wrapping over Yuuri to kiss him on the lips. Short, compassionate kisses, nothing Yuuri couldn't break out of if he needed to speak up. resting on one arm for balance and leverage, Victor's other hand finds Yuuri. Another fumble of fingers, this time cutely, prying Yuuri's hand from the bed to lace with his. If he's allowed to make this romantic then he's going to.

The kisses are distracting in the best ways and he falls into them. There's no protesting or speaking up, even if there was something he wanted, he's not sure he could ask for it over the feeling of the push inward and he doesn't know what more he could possibly ask for anyway.

And then Victor pries his hand off the sheets and curls his fingers with his and, logically, that shouldn't make that much of a difference, should it? But it's tender, a different kind of intimate, turns this into a different sort of act. The shudder down his spine, the arch, happens before he even has a chance to think about it, nearly like Victor's hand is electrified, fingers clenching around his.

"Victor," it's supposed to be a plea for more, but it comes out as a pleading version of Victor's name, which hopefully is enough. That and he's suddenly pushing back as much as he can like this and, if Victor hesitates, he's going to end up with one of Yuuri's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.

There is hesitation, but it's calm, drifting sort. He pulls away from a kiss just enough to search Yuuri's expression for meaning. When all he finds is adoration, he's smiling right back, mild concern melted away. He lets a soft chuckle escape as Yuuri's leg hooks around him, a signal of impatience that's nothing short of adorable. His cock is filling the other man by now, slipping just the last inch further to press their hips completely flush. A shaky breathe of a moan from Victor and he'll pull their intertwined hands upward, twisting Yuuri's wrist to face him, kissing his knuckles softly.

"Ты нужна мне всё больше и больше..."

Yuuri really doesn't have enough experience with any of this to know what it is, but there's something different happening here from the other times they've done this. It's somehow more intimate, or maybe sweeter, or maybe it's just that everything's still so relaxed from the previous orgasm. He's got no idea. What he does know is that he's shaking just a little bit, but it's not with anything bad and the curl of Victor's fingers with his and him pushing in the last inch are connected, somehow, directly, to the point that he can't sort out which one is causing the noise he makes, or the arch of his spine.

He's both got his leg tight around Victor, like he's trying to hold him in place, but he's also writhing a little like he's kind of trying to get him to move, and his brain can't seem to sort it out and decide, at least not right at first.

Victor lets the feeling adjust, settling in like the smile on his face. He knows how bizarre the experience is, especially the first few times, but Yuuri looked enraptured by it all. His voice is soft, but confident as ever.

"My Yuuri," a bold petname, perhaps, but he was feeling possessive of this moment. This is their time together and Yuuri is his, for right now, and that's wonderful, "should I move?"

It's a good thing he's too far gone on all of this to mind the whimper of a noise he makes when Victor calls him his, because he's pretty sure it would normally be an embarrassing one.

"Please..." it's maybe even a little better than just saying "yes". He sounds enraptured, enchanted.

It is much better than a simple yes. Victor's cock twitches at the response and he'll begin to slide himself back out, not very far before he rocks inside once more. He's gauging Yuuri's reactions, not wanting it to hurt an ounce if he could help it. Being close like this, with Yuuri, is something he thinks he could enjoy without end. Of course, his cock wants more, but he's feeling totally at ease. His best, for Yuuri.

"You feel amazing," he's squeezing Yuuri's fingers in his slightly, "a beautiful and unexpected gift,"

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