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He falls into it, every last kiss, still in complete disbelief this is happening. It's too much of everything he'd ever dreamed of, all at once. He's not sure how it can be real, but he also feels like he needs to grab at it with everything he has, can't let a moment slip away from him. He's desperate and it's normally something he would feel the need to do everything he could to hide, except that Victor's desperate too, every kiss feeling like he needs Yuuri to breathe between them and his head's spinning with it.

"Yes," there's nothing else to say to that, "Yes. Victor." He tries to put everything he's feeling into breathing out his name, though he's not sure if it can be understood, if he's successful.

His legs tangle with Victor's even more and he pushes closer, somehow, body clearly trying to manage a build up to a third round, but that's probably beyond even him, quite this quickly anyway. He's greedy about it anyway, though, can't help it... right up until his stomach growls, pretty emphatically and he's suddenly laughing instead.

Meeting Yuuri's passion is a joy, but Victor bursts with laughter along with Yuuri as the man's stomach grumbles. It would be good for them to get up, they might stay in bed all day otherwise. Well, actually, why not stay in bed? He'll pet at Yuuri's stomach, tickling him gently where he knew where the man was sensitive. It's not too much, he'll stop to kiss Yuuri's cheek before speaking as his own laughter calmed.

"Should I bring you some breakfast, my Yuuri?"

He laughs to the tickling, flinching away a bit, but in a way that more invites additional touch than discourages it.

"Breakfast in bed? You'll spoil me," he teases back, everything in him feeling warm and giddy. He shakes his head to his own question, "I'll come with you." I don't want to be apart for that long... He's not quite comfortable enough yet to actually say something like that-- there are limits even with how amazingly well Victor has done at breaking him open in all the best possible ways in the last 24 hours. But he's not bothering to do much about disguising that he's clinging a little bit.

On the other hand, considering he's just had two back to back orgasms and Victor's just said he's falling in love with him, he's hoping he can be forgiven for it.

"Oooh, a difficult choice! I want to spoil you, but I don't want you out of my sight!" Victor laughs, more Eskimo kisses to Yuuri's nose. After, he props himself up on an elbow, looking down at Yuuri to admire him more fully. All sweat and blush and a big smile; a good look for him.

"Let's get a quick shower, first, how does that sound?"

"Okay," he agrees without even having to think about it, because hungry or not, getting his hands all over Victor in the shower sounds like a really good idea right now.

He's probably going to need a little help, though-- he definitely tries to get up way too fast for what they've been doing and ends up right back down on the bed again, more surprised than in pain, when his legs just do not do what they're supposed to do.

"Noodles for legs? That's normal, don't worry," he'll kiss Yuuri one more time, before sitting himself up completely. His hands slide under Yuuri's legs and shoulders, pulling him toward the edge of the bed as he himself crawled off the bed. He can hoist the younger skater into a princess hold in his arms, happy Yuuri was so light to carry.

"Hang on tight!" He'll get himself steady and begin walking them toward the bathroom. It matches the other large bathroom, with a shower as impressive as the bath they shared the night prior.

He's too surprised, still, to be embarrassed and by the time he's working himself up to it, he's swooning a little instead when Victor just scoops him up like that.

Mostly, mostly, Yuuri's gotten enough used to Victor that he's not as completely starstruck anymore-- or at least, getting to know Victor the actual person keeps him from constantly being aware of him as Victor Nikiforov in italics and maybe also glowing a little bit in his head. But right now he is very much aware that he's just been swept up off his feet by the man who's spent his entire life sweeping him off his feet, even though they've only met two days ago.

Hanging on tight is not a problem. Keeping himself from looking wide-eyed and maybe just a tiny bit starry is impossible.

A master of surprise, that's Victor! He grins with sharp satisfaction when Yuuri's expression shifts to something like awe. That ego of his, while it could be trouble, did also lead him to wonderful, caring gestures. He got pleasure from others pleasures and Yuuri, well, it was so satisfying to see him preoccupied, caught up from his clearly busy mind. Yuuri is carried all the way into the shower and set down preciously in the bench inside. Victor pushes aside the man's sweaty bangs to kiss his forehead.

"A quick steam should bring some life back into your muscles," because of course it's also a steam shower, only the best in Victor's private bathroom. He'll stand and press a couple buttons on a waterproof touch screen, steam beginning to pour in gently. Victor didn't remember the last time he actually enjoyed all the bells and whistles of this place, it's pleasant to use them for Yuuri's comfort.

Yuuri kind of wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of that, of all of this, but he's so completely blissed out on both the sex and Victor falling in love with him that he doesn't manage more than a relaxed, starry-eyed smile to Victor having a steam shower. Because of course he does.

"But you still go do yoga downstairs?" is another thing he manages, teasing, but it's clear that he's not being serious. He actually does understand that there's more space in the other steam room than here. It's more that he needs something to say to distract from the feeling of being coddled a bit and how quickly that can sometimes turn ugly, for him.

"A bit cramped for that!" Victor laughs along, fiddling more with the display. He'll fuss to get a nice, mildly warm temperature set for the water before turning on the rainhead. There was a couple in the shower and he clicked the one he assumed was central, over him. Instead, he abruptly doses Yuuri at the seat with a loud "whoops!" Technology might not be a specialty of his, phone savvy as he may be. At least the water wasn't scalding or freezing, it was just sudden. He'll fiddle with the screen again and get the middle one going, instead.

Well, that's one way to keep Yuuri's brain from thinking bad thoughts.

He shrieks and pushes off the ledge more in shock than really needing to get out from under the spray, and then his legs don't work right still and he's falling, but Victor is right there, so he ends up kind of clung awkwardly around his waist for a moment before he manages to right himself.

Victor looks to Yuuri jolting and, accidentally turning on both rain heads instead of shutting one off, ends up slipping. He'll hit the tiles, but not look all that effected, considering he'd hit ice much harder and much more often. He's got a pile of Yuuri wrapped around his waist and he can't help but remember the first moment after Yuuri woke up, the day prior. How Victor scared him into falling over, only to go down with him onto the floor. This time, water is pour down onto them, so Victor has to sputter some water off his face and push his now wet bangs out of his eyes.

"Owwowoww... didn't we do this yesterday?" Falling all over each other, sounded about standard for them so far.

Falling all over each other is pretty par for the course, yeah. Yuuri's thinking about the time on the couch, particularly since that was right after the sauna. But getting his brains fucked out by his idol has somewhat changed his disposition and what he thinks he's going to do about it. Everything's been romantic, sweet, but it's clear they're both swinging back to the ridiculous and for some reason, that includes Yuuri, crawling naked up into Victor's lap, knees on either side of his hips.

"No, I don't think so..." and it's a warm tease because both of them know he never would have done something like this part yesterday. He's a little giddy with how little he resembles the person he was yesterday and how little that person resembles the person the day before that. It's not like his issues go away, but Victor's so open and honest and everything that it's hard to not return that, to turn everything teasing and giddy and sweet and hot all in turns until neither of them know which way's up.

The kiss is warm and even though he knows perfectly well they are definitely not ready for another round, he rocks his hips a little, teasing at it anyway.

"Oh, wow," the exclamation is quiet, cutely held under the sound water pouring over them, barely enough for Yuuri to hear even so close. Victor's hands reach forward to Yuuri's arms, rubbing along the wet skin with steady fingertips. The man taking clumsiness and turning it into initiative is a perfect turn of events for Victor, whose immediately distracted from the fall to the tile floor. So much for taking it slow a while, not that he'll complain.

The kiss is returned hot and slow and with the water running down their skin it's somehow so much more arousing for the moment. Yuuri looked absolutely stunning, skin flush with the steam's heat, water following every nook and curve of his body as it sought to fall off him. Victor wants his hands to do that, to touch this man every place all at once. He does what the water can't do, traveling his hands up to cradle Yuuri's chin.

"You're so beautiful, my Yuuri, it devastates me."

He shudders when Victor says that, hides nothing, for once, about the way those words make him feel. He doesn't know what to do with it, when Victor talks like that. He barely knows what to do when anyone compliments him, never mind someone so beautiful and amazing. With most people, he shies away from it, feels maybe a quiet pride but one quickly drowned out in how uncomfortable it makes him. With Victor, he's started to just let it overwhelm him for a moment, sink into his skin.

So Victor gets front row seats for how Yuuri's eyes widen, surprised and a little like he's going to deny it, before he melts. And then a moment later, his face slides into a quiet kind of mischief, which tells Victor the sort of thing he's about to say before he says it,

"I'm pretty sure that was the shower," he teases, implying that Victor was saying he'd fallen because of Yuuri.

"It's you, all you," Victor responds teasing and fuzzy, sweet as a man could be. His lips catch Yuuri's once, then twice more, then there's really no stop in his mind. No number he wants to reach or goal to achieve. He wants to kiss Yuuri just to kiss him, continue to share int his closeness and intimacy Victor found himself so craving and so satisfied by. His hands sink down the curve of Yuuri's body, slick with water as his palms groped the man's chest, over his ribs, then settle on his waist.

It's like he's found some kind of hidden switch and Yuuri's suddenly completely insatiable. It's not even wholly in a sexual way, though the slide from sweetly intimate to sexually intimate seems easier the more they do this too. It's more that he's hungry to touch, to be touched, to be seen. If Victor had just been his idol and been interested in sex, that would have been enough to get his fists in the sheets and to wake the neighbors. There's no situation he could think of where he would turn down having sex with Victor Nikiforov. But this is different, and he's different because of it.

You don't become a professional athlete without a drive to win, to improve, a kind of consuming and driven desire to be more. It's just that he usually doesn't think he deserves it, doubts. He'll doubt this eventually, when he's back in Detroit, but right now, there's only this hunger.

The kisses deepen and there's something playful about what they're doing right now, the absurdity of how they got there lingering, but the kisses are deep and sweet and Yuuri's shifting under Victor's hands just to feel more of them. He's in a bad position to touch back with his own hands, so he closes the rest of the distance with his body instead, so Victor can feel every shift his own hands cause.

Victor understands that drive better than anybody, the hunting, seeking feeling always looking and never quite finding what would make you stop. Four Time World's champion, multiple record holder, and here he was, still wanting something and unsure what. There's no way to fulfill every need through sport, Victor tried and he was feeling so... lost. No longer chasing down a goal, but wandering through the motions of what he knew. That wasn't him, he wasn't an aimless person and he shuttered to think he was growing routine or stale.

Perhaps Yuuri's actions at the banquet knocked some sense into him (ironically, considering how senseless Yuuri himself was at the time). He was a big hot shot at the top of his career and yet he wasn't close to the person holding everybody attention at that party. He was on the sidelines, baffled and unable to take his eyes away, thinking I need to be more like that.

Which is just why he keeps ending up on runaway train after runaway train, with Yuuri. Anytime Yuuri did something-- moved toward him, kissed him, grabbed at him-- Victor only wanted to meet the action with his own and do better and see Yuuri try to best him in return. He knew the goal and it was yes, Yuuri, more, keep going, stay close to me. There's no hope of expressing that all through his touch or his kiss, much as he's trying, but passion isn't enough. A break for air and he's near breathless to say.

"Yuuri, I haven't felt more alive, all year," the tone is pure adoration, a silent, but clear because of you beneath the words.

Edited 2017-05-27 16:51 (UTC)

There's something about being asked for more from someone you've idolized. Maybe if Yuuri were someone else, if Victor were someone else, it would be demanding or patronizing or something bad. At a point in the future where Yuuri could be logical about things, it's not hard to see that Victor is a lot. His passion could easily slide into pushiness, his enthusiasm into something irritating. But for Yuuri, it's perfect, the perfect thing to pull him out of where he is and into Victor's orbit, that makes him want to give up more and more of himself, not because he thinks he has to in order to keep Victor's attention or because he thinks it's not worth anything, but just because Victor asked for it.

No one else really asks for it. Or they drag him too far, too fast. Victor just meets him where he is and tugs, clings, pulls gently like on the end of a fancy ribbon and what else can he do but unravel for him, meet him. He's always struggled to be where Victor is on the ice, how could he pass up an opportunity to do it somewhere else.

And now this. Victor saying he thought he was falling in love with him and then saying this has made him feel more alive and Yuuri is dizzy with all of it.

"I've never been so happy to screw things up completely in my entire life," the tone is similar. The words are different but they mean the same thing, in the end. There's something clicking here, and both of them feel it. Maybe it's ephemeral, but they're also both going to carry it, all the same, and there's something extra incredible about that for Yuuri-- that he's leaving some kind of a mark on someone he's longed to reach.

There's this thing Yuuri keeps doing to him where he says something so cute and surprising that it nearly stops Victor's heart a moment. This time, he starts laughing, it's a loud laugh from down in his belly. It's so full of joy and pleasure that's completely unmoored and lacked any self consciousness. It's a very free sound for a person to make and Victor doubles over toward Yuuri to not have it so loud directly in his face, instead wrapping both arms around the man and hugging him. There's tears in his eyes he laughs so hard at that.

"I'm so sorry! Everything just had to go so wrong for this," he keeps laughs between words, but he does sound a bit guilty all the same, "But it's so wonderful!"

Life is funny and strange and sad and Victor definitely wasn't kidding about feeling more alive than ever.

Yuuri can't help but laugh too. Victor hugging him like that has him completely breathless, melting against him. Positions notwithstanding, all of this just feels so... innocent and happy and he can't remember the last time that's happened for him. There's always been something else to worry about, to work towards, to feel guilty about.

"It is," wonderful, he means, and Victor can feel his smile against his skin.

Hearing Yuuri laugh back with him is pure bliss. The sex was amazing, Victor wasn't sure he'd ever felt more physically and emotionally connected with someone during that, but this was even more. It lasted, it lingered even after they rode down on their highs, giggling together in the between. Yuuri didn't only spike passion in Victor, he made him radiate with it, never stopping. He loosens the hug to put his forehead to Yuuri's bumping their noses gently. His blue eyes slightly lidded to look into the other man's. There's no difficulty to this intimacy, it just all felt right.

"I'll be yours," he repeats, having said it earlier in a rush. It's softer now, but no less sure than it had been when blurted out.

Yuuri flushes immediately and looks away, shy, but it's clear it's a pleased look.

"It's a little overwhelming, to hear you say that," he admits, but the tone and the way he's still snuggled close say that that's more a positive statement than a negative one. And then they're kissing again, because he really doesn't want Victor to have any doubts about how he feels about him continuing to say it.

Probably the water's going to get cold eventually. Probably Yuuri doesn't care at all.

The kisses are sweet, Victor smiling into them. The water remains pleasantly warm, the complex having a solid heating unit so they would probably get shriveled up from the water long before it turned cold. He does want to hear some kind of confirmation, all the same. Playfully he'll drum his fingers along Yuuri's back, breaking a kiss to bump his forehead to Yuuri's again. His expression is sharper, now, confident to ask.

"Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend, Yuuri?" Get to, because it's clearly an honor and one he wants to be granted.

He gets to watch Yuuri completely blue-screen from up close and personal. He almost seems to recoil just a little, but it's shock, and if Victor starts to speak or apologize or do anything, Yuuri's almost lightning fast to lay fingers over his mouth, shushing him, because holy shit he needs a minute and Victor's so close that every tiny bit of shock is broadcast over every inch of him and he's so shocked he can't contain it.

He has to take three labored, almost panicked sounding breaths before he can manage to croak out,

"Yes. Yes of course," because this is too fast, too much, everything he's wanted and it can't be real, it's too fast to be real, but Yuuri is also not stupid. He's going to get his heart broken so hard when he goes back to Detroit and it's going to kill him, but he was already dead anyway and if this means he gets to pretend, just for a little while, that Victor really wants him to be his boyfriend, then by god he's going to say yes.

(And if it is real? If this really is his now? He can't even fully wrap his mind around it. He's going to have to take it in wondering, baffled bites, maybe over several years before he believes it.)

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