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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,"

It's still weird, a little, moreso now that he's moving again and he can still feel a stretch, but it's not painful and everything's slick and gliding in a way that makes him not really mind so much all on it's own, even before adding in who he's doing this with and how they're doing it. He cries out when Victor pushes back in, but it doesn't sound like it hurts at all, sounds desperate.

His free hand winds around Victor's neck, pulling him down for a kiss that starts tender but is going to quickly turn messy on the next bit of motion when he's unable to decide whether he needs to pull back to moan again or tangle his tongue up with Victor's, have another bit of him inside him.

Yuuri's sounds are all delicious as the taste on his tongue. He'll match Yuuri, first in sweetness, then in the sloppiness it becomes. His tongue tangles with the other man's, moaning himself against all the pleasure surrounding them. A steady rhythm can be managed now, Victor not feeling so much resistance, as Yuuri relaxed more. It's still tight and ridiculously hot, but that only makes him want to rock further in and further out, hips moving with steady precision.

"Don't forget, hah... how to talk, my Yuuri," Victor licks Yuuri's upper lip, smirking at the words, "does it feel good? Do you want more?"

He's still more expressive with his body than his voice, arching, rolling his hips up into each motion as much as he can, leg more providing leverage for his own motion than trying to force Victor to either move or not move. It's hard, to not let himself get too caught up to talk, it doesn't come naturally and all his body seems to want to do aside from his hips is loll his head around on the pillow and moan for every exhale, every push into his body.

"Good...," he manages and then a breath, shaky, "You feel so good... everything..." it's hard to tell if the last belongs to that thought or the next one, but it's likely heady either way, "I want more." He somehow manages a deeper blush for that, as though there's anything left to hide in the admission.

Just beautiful.

Victor leans up to kiss one of those blushing cheeks, feeling the heat of Yuuri's skin against his lips. He adjusts their laced hands up above Yuuri on the bed, more bold to pin him down. Holding Yuuri tighter there, he sinks in more of his weight, getting deeper and heavier strokes that before. He's doing well to keep himself in time, so Yuuri could easily meet him with his own bounce of hips.

It feels better and better by the moment, heating up, growing faster with each moan and tightening of legs. Victor's shifting soon enough, just incrementally, searching for the spot it would be best. Where he promised Yuuri, earlier, that his cock would feel even more pleasurable than his fingers could.

"Yes," there's not even a question this time, it's just to Victor moving his hands up above his head, pinning him down. He struggles for a second, but it's not real, he doesn't want him to let go, just wants to feel him not letting go for a moment, before he relaxes back down into it, stretched out on the bed. "Yours..." spills out of his mouth a moment later, and once he says it, he can't seem to stop saying it, repeating it for the next few thrusts, until Victor shifts and he's inarticulate again with pleasure, unable to to anything other than cry out and tighten his fingers harder with Victor's.

He's building a lot slower, in terms of how close he sounds, like the earlier orgasm took a lot of the edge off, but he sounds almost delirious, instead, leg and opposite arm clinging to him, egging him on.

Cries of "yours..! Yours!" effect Victor far more than he'd ever expect. There's surprise in how easily Yuuri leans into the possessive before his name. It sparks all kinds of hot, dominating passions, an aggressive and demanding kind of romance. Victor's free hand is grabbing Yuuri's other arm, pinning that one up beside his head, as well. Fingers lace and he holds his weight into the other skater's palms. Yuuri is splayed out, completely exposed, beneath him. It couldn't be sexier if he dreamed it up.

"Hai, Yuuri," his voice is rough with exertion, but Victor's body only moves faster. He's going to fuck Yuuri silly if he keeps turning the older man on so damn much, exploiting Yuuri's prostate with continued attention, while he rattles off, "All mine, my precious Yuuri, my Yuuri,"

He cries out to his other hand being pinned too, but there's not even a teasing struggle this time, just a heated arch of his back, a shudder that feels like it somehow opens him up more on Victor's cock. Possessive, dominating passions seem to be more than welcomed, though considering how quickly he'd taken to clenching his fist in Victor's hair when he'd been the one giving the blowjob, maybe his heated, easy compliance here is extra surprising.

He doesn't care. All of it is Victor.

"Yours," he manages again, words coming only as pleasure-sobbed syllables, now, every thrust making him cry out. "Yours... Victor... please..." Precious does something to his eyes, turns them soft for a moment. The next cry sounds even more desperate, somehow.

"God, Yuuri..." Victor's face dips to kiss down Yuuri's neck, purring against the skin there. He's feeling as desperate as Yuuri, completely caught up in the moment and not wanting to let go. The moment, his own words, his own feelings; they're all getting away from him. Words tumble out and the sincerity might be terrifying, in retrospect.

"Stay mine, all mine," his teeth leave another, dark mark of a hickey, much too high on the man's neck to hide. He's fucking Yuuri with more intensity than he'd ever intended, but that seems to be their style when together. They so seamlessly feed into one another for more, more. This is a trap Victor doesn't want to escape.

Now he sounds close, though whether it's the bite to his neck or Victor begging for him to stay, he's not sure. He's hardly thinking about it now, certainly. He's not thinking about anything right now, except for Victor's cock and how good all of this feels. It's not just a physical feeling, though the physical dominates everything every time Victor hits that spot inside him, but everything that goes with it, being pinned, the possession in his voice, being wanted, desired, claimed (worth claiming.)

There is nothing here that is terrifying.

For the first time in his life, he's understanding what it's like to be seen, met. He slides the leg not around Victor up so that he can press his foot to the bed, angle his hips upwards a little better, get Victor in that little bit deeper, a little bit better of an angle.

"Yours," he manages again, only this time it doesn't sound like it's just a word, it sounds like it's a response to Victor's words, affirmation, before he struggles out, "Close..." between his cries of pleasure.

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