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Anyone else would have fallen backwards on the tiles with a motion like that, but even as stunned and sore as Yuuri is, he's still more than able to hold himself up. It's probably a decently impressive view of his abs working, though. Once they're in position, it's a lot easier to hold himself up which is good because that first stroke of both their cocks together makes everything go white for a moment and he stutters out a surprised moan.

This is ridiculous. This should be ridiculous. They're on their asses in a shower where they fell because they had too much sex. It feels amazing, water running down both of them, and he's already pushing back into the touch, unable to move much in this position but also unable to hold still.

"Good," he manages, because he still seems to speak in monosyllables more naturally when they're doing this, but he's trying to communicate better. A moment later, he manages a little, gasped, "More," and manages to not care how hungry he knows he sounds.

"Your cock feels so good against mine," Victor repeats Yuuri's word choice back at him, just adding to the sentiment with the hot and dirty specifics of what they were doing. That's really all talk needed to be. What they had done, what they were doing, what they would do. Even explaining one of those very simply could be hot, especially since Yuuri was so responsive to Victor's voice.

There is, of course, also giving instruction. Victor promised to coach Yuuri, so he'll purr out his demands.

"Put your arms around my neck, I like when you hang onto me,"

He's gone from almost completely non-verbal to two whole words in a row in less than 24 hours of having sex. He'll figure out how to work his way up to talking dirty eventually. It's just another thing where Victor is getting to train him, pull new things out of him. In the meantime, leading by example is producing some extremely attractive results in the form of him whimpering slightly at the first statement and then blushing to the second.

He winds his arms around Victor's neck almost shyly, stark counterpoint to how he's pressing hungrily into Victor's hand. Even so, he might not be able to talk about things as openly yet, but he's definitely not passive about sex anymore, already-- he clings for a moment, but then he drops one hand between them, opposite to Victor's, joining in the motions,

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he manages, breathy, between them.

Their combined grip around their cocks is intense at first, but a little awkward. He smirks to let his hand go, allowing Yuuri full control over the action. Yuuri can jerk them off, Victor wants his hands elsewhere, namely wrapped back around Yuuri's ass. With two palm fulls, he's kneading the man's plush skin, picking him up to hold closer in his lap.

"I'll cling to you, if you prefer,"

Wow, that is not at all what he was trying for, but he's instantly grateful for it. Even as much as he was enjoying it, there was something almost too direct about just having their cocks together, not in terms of physical pleasure, but for his mental state. Having Victor's hands on his ass as well was distracting, perfect, and his fingers kneading in gets a much deeper noise out of Yuuri, body shifting in his lap.

"That... that works..." he manages, but with some effort, and he blushes at how stupid that sounds, but Victor is really good at short-circuiting any hope he has of coherence. He's never really considered things like preferences in terms of sex, but there's a clear correlation building at this point between getting him to make those lower moans and losing that coherence and Victor's hands on his ass.

Squeezing and groping, feeling the curve, Victor's taking plenty enjoyment in Yuuri's body in his hands. The man has a fuller form than other skaters, something to actually grab onto and squish. Of course, now he's just getting ideas. A risky thing, for Victor, getting ideas. He doesn't have much in the way of impulse control, but that's what allowed him to keep surprising. Water trails between his fingers before one of his hands moves from Yuuri.

Then swiftly returns to land a playful spank, louder than it was actually hard. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Somewhere along the way, Yuuri's leaned his head forward on Victor's shoulder, arm still wrapped loosely around his neck even while his other hand still works at them both. The squeezing caresses have him more pushing into the c of his hand and against Victor's cock than his hand is doing anything at this point. His brain wants to be embarrassed at that, and maybe that turns him a little more squirmy than he might normally be, but there's still too much pleasure for it to really take hold properly, to the point where he even whines in his throat involuntarily when Victor takes his hand away.

He cries out at the sharp connection with his ass, more in surprise than either pain or pleasure, head coming up,

"Victor? What?" that's not exactly a coherent question and "why" is really more what he means, but it's all that he can get out. He looks startled, but it is very obviously not a no, nor does he look particularly upset, just surprised.

The reaction is cute and Victor just chuckles, playful as ever. Yuuri's reaction is more baffled than indignant, so he can assume he's not in trouble. His hand pets the spot he struck, difficult to say if that's meant to be apologetic or reinforce what he did.

"Your butt is so tempting, I couldn't resist!" both hands squeeze, just a bit rough, enjoying palm fulls. "Besides, you wanted me to show you something new!"

He makes a noise that would be frankly embarrassing any other time when Victor palms more roughly at the spot he'd just hit, nerve endings lighting up differently now than they had a moment ago and there's a little voice in his head that isn't actually anxiety for once, but something a little more universal, that says that maybe he doesn't want to encourage someone hitting him. Not that he's worried Victor's going to hurt him, not really, but there's just an intensity there that's... different, from what they've been doing. From anything he's done.

On the other hand, every single idea Victor has had so far has been awesome...

"I... did..." he admits, and if there's something cautious about his tone, there's definitely also something playful about it, a little breathless and flirty, which is something not new, exactly, but definitely not typical.

As much of an airhead as Victor can be at times, he can understand this as more of a hurdle. Yuuri's hesitation is only rational, it's not like they knew each other all that well. Victor wants to keep surprising him and not have the man fall into a rut, think that sex was only a set few things. There's so much that can exciting. Yuuri's comfort is top priority, so Victor chuckles along breezy and adoring.

"If you don't care for it, I can always do something else," he'll assure, kissing Yuuri wetly before another squeeze of his hands, "but it's one of my favorites. I know how to do it just right."

It's hard to resist anything with Victor purring an assurance like that against his mouth. Everything feels like it flushes hot at the suggestion, at knowing it's something Victor likes that much. It's pretty impressive that he actually does take the time to consider it before nodding slightly,

"Okay," and while he doesn't sound hesitant any more, that's not a ringing endorsement of his opinion. However, Yuuri follows it a moment later with a skeptical face, "This doesn't seem like a very good position to do something like that in, though." It's basic physics and momentum, which he's relatively good at considering things like balance and spins and whatnot. He also does the thing where he seems to realize the implications of his words only after he's spoken them and flushes, ducking his head down onto Viktor's shoulder.

"Here, up on your knees more, sit forward, right in my lap," Victor coaches Yuuri along, adjusting him so they were still sta groin to groin. His butt could stick out more this way, even easier for Victor to grope at. He begged to differ that this wasn't a good position. Any other way and he wouldn't get to see Yuuri's face.

Well, if Yuuri doesn't keep hiding in the crook of his neck, that is. Just hearing him, feeling him pressed against him, cling to him, that's all good, too.

"It's not about hitting hard, it's more about the," he'll give a quick slap, right to the meatiest part of the other man's round butt, "surprise!"

Yuuri's blushing so hard he's almost completely red, all the way down his collarbone to his chest, but he moves like Victor asks, fumbling a little between the slick ground and his own embarrassment. It's harder to keep his head down the way they're sitting now, not without smushing his nose, so he does look up, but he can't quite make himself meet Victor's eyes, his own shying off to the side.

He definitely likes the more firm touches, the way the position gives Victor more skin to grab at, moaning even though that drives the flush deeper down his chest. It's pretty clear there's a preference there that he's only just becoming aware of-- he hadn't reacted quite like that to several other potentially erogenous zones, though there hasn't seemed to be anything he's found unpleasant yet.

He still yelps at the slap, though, jolts forward, and he's still really unsure how he feels about that, the surprise part of it, or the pain, or even the sound. But he knows precisely how he feels about how sensitive the skin feels afterwards, whether the next touch is more groping or gentle. It feels like his skin is going to melt off of his bones. It leaves him trying to catch his breath and mostly failing. He's gone quiet again, but at least for the moment, there's just too much for him to have any words.

Victor's an intuitive sort, so if Yuuri is moaning more over the firm touches, that's what Victor will continue to do. He doesn't strike again, instead kneading over the skin possessively. Yuuri gets a contrast of affectionate kisses to his face and lips, Victor ever sincere. He's worried about overdoing himself in either direction; too rough and scaring Yuuri that way, or too gentle and upsetting his pride. That's just another reason it's exciting for Victor. Anything he had to balance just right to succeed at pleased him. Yuuri had been marvelous so far, a perfect partner for this kind of push and pull.

Of course, it should please Yuuri that Victor is so obviously hard over this. Yuuri's own cock would brush across it when he was nudged forward by a slap. You do this to him, Yuuri, you. He'll purr out, close and secretive,

"You make such good sounds,"

There's a garbled sort of moan to the firmer touch, like he's trying to say something but words aren't happening and there's a completely involuntary sway-and-push of his ass into it a moment later when Victor says he makes good sounds. There's a whimper to go with it and then, breathless,

"I can't help it. You're too... too..." he's not sure if there's a word for what he wants to express and even if there is, he's not sure he knows it in English. Either way, the entire thing is clearly not a complaint, even if he's less responsive to the kisses than he has been. (It's mostly just because his attention is very much elsewhere at the moment, to the point where even Victor's cock brushing against him is more of a distraction than something he's getting flustered about.)

"Good, it would be a shame if you held back," the whimpers and moans and yelps are all appreciated, Victor wanted to keep drawing out all the sounds Yuuri had. Being noisy was just to his taste, he liked being loud himself, so Yuuri also being vocal goes straight to his dick. He draws his hand away, but not right back into a slap, delaying for the anticipation of it. That's part of the fun, after all. He waits for just the right moment, Yuuri squirming just enough out that landing another solid spank is going to push him flush again. Victor groaning with amused satisfaction as his palm lands and Yuuri's dick pushed against his again.

He ought to be expecting it enough that it's less surprising this time, but he yelps again anyway. He's still not sure about the actual spanking part, but the aftermath is so ridiculously good he's having trouble figuring out which way is up already. There's something magic about moments where he's completely out of his head with something, a feeling he's always chased down on the ice, but having it catch up with him, somewhere unexpected, keeps throwing him for a loop in the best possible ways.

He's buried himself again, but it's clear to see this time that's just because he needs to cling harder, one hand fisting probably a little uncomfortably in Victor's hair, but he really just needs to hold onto something and Victor's the only thing available. The inevitable firmer grope afterwards has him moaning, writhing down more into Victor, both chasing friction and completely unable to be focused about it.

Victor's definitely going to have to talk him through freaking out a little bit about this later, but it's probably worth it for how desperate Yuuri sounds when he finally does manage to form words,

"Please... please," his voice almost breaks on the second one and lest Victor think for a second that he's asking him to stop, he's pushing his ass back into his hand again.

In a lesser moment, Victor might be upset about his hair being grabbed onto. He almost tells Yuuri to stop, but then the hypocrisy shuts him up. The rougher touch did feel good to him and Yuuri really ought to have something in his power during this. Pull his hair out and Victor will stop quicker than he can process words, that's for sure. If he's slapping Yuuri's ass, he can stand to be tugged on.

He'll lean forward, peering down Yuuri's arched back. The hot water running down it turns all the skin more flushed than usual, but the strikes to his ass still stand out, cheery red. Victor's grasp fits perfectly into a rather defined handprint he's left, groping the mark with a quiet, satisfied laugh. Yuuri's begging for more in that moment and his lack of hesitation might be the more surprising timing. His hand slaps the same spot three times in row. The strength behind each strike is consistent, but Victor knew the tenderness would set in with increased intensity despite that. He's not grabbing after, it's more of a pet, fingers flat to smooth across the hot skin.

That laugh feels like it turns him inside out and he has just enough time to process the sensation of freefall before Victor's hand connects with his ass again. The first one is almost expected, but the follow up two, steady on it's heels, are not. It hurts, but so does everything. Pain is a companion he's walked a long way with, pushing his body to it's limits is something familiar. The sharpness of it still has him crying out, whimpering, but he's dissolving back into short, soft moans as soon as it's over, shuddering this time when Victor teases his fingers along over-sensitive skin.

He's suddenly tugging Victor's head back, just a little, pressure in his hair still not quite enough to be painful just a little uncomfortable, and kissing him like a demon, fierce and claiming. It's not really any kind of play for control or him wanting what Victor's doing to him to stop, there's just so much bubbling up inside him and he doesn't know how else to express any of it than to either break down sobbing or shove his tongue into Victor's mouth and he knows which thing he prefers by a long shot. He's also grateful for the gentleness immediately following the slaps, but by the time he's kissing Victor, he's also pushing himself harder into his hand again, everything suddenly a chase for more.

There's an amused hiss that escapes Victor at the pulling, like he's not sure if he had gotten himself in trouble or not. Seems like good trouble, as Yuuri shoves up against him, tongues pressing together instantly. Victor melts into the abrupt kiss, sinking down against Yuuri, curling into his body more to support the man's weight. He's happy to give Yuuri control, the cede without a fight. The push and pull they kept falling into was, as Yuuri put it, addicting. Victor wanted to pull Yuuri along to something new and surprising, then get dragged even further than intended, when Yuuri got all caught up. There's more than contentment to return the kiss and sink his hands into the hot fullness of Yuuri's ass, so irresistibly being pressed out into them. It's a fight to find a moment to breathe, but Victor is desperate to say.

"Yuuri.. how did I get so lucky?" He kisses again, but it's still short, too breathless to linger, "what God made you this perfect for me?"

It's too much, too intense. Everything feels like it's been dialed all the way up-- the heat of the water, the feel of Victor's skin, the soreness both sinking into his bones and radiating outwards from underneath the one of Victor's hands. There's nowhere for it to go and he's starting to feel more like that's driving him apart than anything else. But the only way to go is still forward and he's been pushed way too far over into breathless and greedy to even slow down at this point, almost delirious. He doesn't know how Victor keeps doing this, but he doesn't want him to stop, even as there's a part of him that recognizes that he probably should.

Instead, he's shifting up, hand sliding out of Victor's hair to be used for balance while the other reaches, tries to figure out how to do what he wants to do, which will becoming obvious with his words more than his actions, everything gone clumsy and eager,

"I need you back inside me right now," it's desperate sounding, but it's also not a request. Some of the lube on the outside's surely washed away by now, but everything inside should still be okay. If not, he's not sure right now if he cares. He doesn't even fully realize that that's the most explicit he's been about things since this started, hungry and without a hint of a stutter.

Victor's hand reaches up to caress Yuuri's cheek, so utterly and completely enraptured by him. The demand is all hot passion and Victor wanted little more than to slam his cock into Yuuri that very moment. His better sense still kicks in, he's not so reckless or foolish as to try that. He'll thumb Yuuri's cheek, smirk playful and confident to pull Yuuri back down from his spike of passion.

"I'm going to keep you waiting," Victor coos this, teasing, but also serious, "but not for long." He'll reach his hands back down to Yuuri's ass, two more palm fulls though this time he's lifting the man up off him. He's careful not let either of them slip again while he guides them both back to standing. Hand spin Yuuri around, facing him into the tile wall. He'll speak over Yuuri's shoulder as he clicks at the screen, turning off the water, but keeping the steam on so they didn't lose a degree of warmth.

"Hands against the wall, I'll be right back with what you need," what they both need, rather, which was more lube. He's absolutely not going to hurt Yuuri (unintentionally...) and ruin all this amazing pleasure between them. He slips out from the shower, only needing to go to the cabinets a few steps out from the shower to get more lube. Yuuri's left alone less than a minute, but it could very well feel like forever.

He's trying to summon up a protest-- lube or not, he really wanted a chance to ride Victor like he'd done him-- but the protest gets swamped in a moan instead when Victor grabs his ass again and then everything's moving too quick for his pleasure fogged brain to catch up until they're standing and he's pressed against the wall. The tile is warmer than normal from the steam but still feels cooler than his body does, good against his overheated skin. He presses a cheek into it and struggles to not think about what just happened.

It's harder to do without Victor touching him, particularly on the heels of a plea like that, all of his nervousness returning the moment everything isn't just a mad rush forward into pleasure, even for that less than a minute. He's just starting to work himself up to saying it was no problem, that he didn't mean it, when Victor's back and then he's too busy trying to remember how to breathe, knowing Victor's looking at him, probably seeing things like the difference in color where he'd hit him, the bruises on his shoulders from his mouth. He can feel himself flush more, embarrassed, but he manages not to move.

There are too many impulses that Victor fights, mind rushed with possibility. Yuuri standing against the wall, ass stuck out toward him, it's a world of temptation. He only regrets he can't do everything to the man at once. He wants to fall to his knees, kiss the sore spot on Yuuri's ass, lick and rim him to another orgasm. The urge to shove his cock in deep, without warning, is there too. Victor wouldn't even mind simply wedging his dick between Yuuri's red cheeks, rubbing off and coming across the man's back. That's not what was demanded and Victor is dedicated, above all else, to giving Yuuri the pleasure he was seeking.

He'll coat his cock and a couple fingers in lube, leaning over Yuuri's back. His free hand wraps around Yuuri's waist, holding him nearly flush against Victor's front. The hand with lube will tease down from Yuuri's tailbone, sneaking down to find and press against his entrance. Victor is sure to stand just a bit to one side, dick pressing into the cherry red hand print, slick against it, reminding the younger skater how damn turned on he had made his idol. Teasingly, he'll speak to Yuuri's ear.

"I'm sorry for every second I leave you waiting," his fingers are going to sink inside, slowly. One digit at first, but soon two if Yuuri's body gave way with ease.

He shudders at the hand on his waist, skin over-sensitized everywhere, already missing touch even though he's only been alone for moments. The way it drives thoughts out of his head is a relief right now and even though it stings a bit, he can't help but arch a little against Victor's cock pressed into the swell of his ass. It's maybe a little deliberately teasing, though he's not sure if he's teasing Victor or himself.

Either way, the way he arches his back when Victor starts sliding his fingers down is definitely overeager, getting him there faster, finally in a position where he can push back a little harder. Two fingers definitely makes his knees go a little weak, early indication Victor's probably going to need to help keep him standing, but there's also no need to wait-- he's still relaxed and open from before and he's definitely eager, noises gone pleading for a moment before he slides into that more demanding tone again, the same one where he'd told Victor not to stop, before,

"Then what are you waiting for?" He probably deserves to get the other side of his ass reddened for that.

It might be a little bit of why he does it.

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