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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.

That fierceness is too much for Victor, far too much. He's going to play right into Yuuri's hand, or, perhaps it's the other way around. His fingers slide out of the man, feeling him perfectly loose, easing his fears and spiking his passions. That hand slide out and then back without hesitation, slapping flat against the opposite curve of Yuuri's ass. He's immediately squeezing the newly tender skin, spreading the cheek outward and exposing Yuuri's ready opening. No more waiting, Victor doesn't have a snarky quip on his tongue, he's much too distracted for it. His cock is sliding to press against and then inside Yuuri.

A growling kind of moan escapes Victor, release of a feral kind of tension even he wasn't even quite familiar with. There's a wash of embarrassment in his mind, how is Yuuri doing this to him?, but he holds it down, not wanting to stop. He's sliding his cock all the way in, Yuuri taking him to the hilt before he can think to make more words.

"H, how's that, Yuuri... what you needed?"

It's sure as hell what Victor needed.

Yuuri cries out again at the slap and the noise is different this time, because he's not sure if it's just the change in angle or that the other side was more sensitive after the first time or if it's because he kind of asked for it, but whatever it is, the slap itself is good for the first time. Victor groping his asscheeks apart sends shockwaves through him and it shakes more than a moan loose, body pressing backward into the touch,

"Ah~Victor... fuck--" is all he has time to get out between the rough touch and Victor pushing in and there's no words anymore, no room for them. He doesn't know how this can possibly feel so much like relief, except that whatever tension Victor's feeling eased, he is too. There's a smear of Japanese, something that sounds very explicit, before he seems able to switch to answering in something Victor can actually understand,

"Yes... what I needed," his hips grind backwards, a little pulsing, not causing thrusting so much as just movement, with Victor as deep as he'll go. "Just what I needed... so good... thank you." From someone else, maybe that would read as kind of playing into the mood a little, showy. From Yuuri it just comes out genuine, enough so that a distraction is probably needed before he realizes what he's just said.

Luckily, there are currently plenty of options.

There's really just something about that thank you that completely blindsides Victor.

He tries really hard to not laugh, he bites down on his lip until it hurts, but a bubbled up snort escapes, like someone spitting out their drink. Then he's just losing it. His arms slip around Yuuri and hold him close, Victor's forehead buried between Yuuri's shoulder blades as he laughs.

"Yuuri..! Ahahaa... you, you're so polite!" And it just kind of slays him, whoops.

Sorry, Victor, you might have cracked something inside Yuuri open in a way that's helping a lot of what's going on in his brain more than half a dozen years of therapy, but you're still dealing with someone who's balanced on the knife's edge of panic half the time and laughing at him at a point where he's probably the most vulnerable he's ever let himself be in his life (and finally actually seeming like he might be willing to talk dirty) is not your best look.

There's instantly a distressed sort of noise and he's struggling a little-- to get off, away, to hide, suddenly mortified he's been doing any of this at all. Letting him go is the worst possible option, but luckily Victor gets some extra time to react since, insulted or not, Victor's cock right now really is everything in the world he wants and so struggling himself off it isn't just a physical obstacle but a mental one. He actually fails at it the first time because his own body fights him, sends him pushing back again once he gets halfway off, hard enough to see stars.

Possible out of obliviousness, Victor is hanging on tight and not letting go. He lifts his face and nestles it beside Yuuri's. He's kissing him, doting and affectionate, still a little giggly. He's the one who feels like a complete lovesick idiot, but he adores the feeling as it twists him all up. Hopefully, Yuuri can calm down and catch onto Victor's honest joy, realize he's not intending to be mocking, he couldn't be happier.

"You are the cutest, sexiest," he gasps at the slam of Yuuri back against his cock, wind knocked out of his lungs a moment, "a, and most surprising man I've ever met. I'm a complete fool for you, Yuuri."

Yuuri's genuinely trying to struggle away, still, for a moment. He's just genuinely trying to struggle away while his own body fights him, both because everything still feels kind of strung out and weak from the previous orgasms and because everything Victor's doing feels deliriously good. He doesn't stand a chance with Victor clinging tight to him, but it's not until Victor moves for the first time that he'll give up, that first push driving everything out of his head for a long enough moment for him to hear something outside of it.

At first, it's just that it physically turns him to jelly, would have sent them to the floor if the wall wasn't there to help take his weight. But then he starts to get what he's saying and he flushes, body relaxing back into his arms, though he still grumbles a little,

"You can't tell me to talk more and then-- ah!-- make fun of what I say. That's not fair," just being able to articulate displeasure about something instead of running and hiding is pretty impressive progress.

"I... hah, I said earlier, that I don't play fair," Victor pet's Yuuri's hips, trying to placate him. This is not the first time Victor's been scolded for laughing during some intense sex. When he gets pushed all the way to the peak of arousal, the smallest thing can break him down into a giggle fit. He's not great at maintaining tension, honestly.

"I promise, if I'm laughing or teasing you, it's because I'm having fun," Victor cuddles in, rocking his hips against Yuuri and holding himself in deep, letting Yuuris' weight rest in his lap. "I love this, please, forgive me," He can't help it.

As though there's any way for him to stay mad with Victor pushing in that deep and just holding him there. Even if there was, he doesn't want to be mad about it, not really. He wants to be the kind of person who can be laughed at and not take it personally. He wants to believe Victor, not the inside of his head.

"It's going to make it harder, to get back there," he's not sure if he's making sense, but he does know that the only way to get back to where they were is to put where his brain is to rest and that's what this is, "That you laughed at me when I did. I've never been like this with anyone before. It's hard to let go." He's saying something serious, but he also follows it by shifting slowly, drawing Victor out as slowly as he can go, until he's almost shaking with it, then pressing back, and by the time he's done, he's found that wicked voice from somewhere in the pleasure,

"Make it up to me, then," Victor can probably see the smirk over his shoulder.

He can only be this sassy about it because what he really means is "make me forget that I'm self-conscious" so being a little sexy is actually easier.

"You'll just have to laugh at me, in return," Victor's hands are reaching down Yuuri's body, one whole arm wrapped around the man's waist, the other moving lower. His knuckles glance passed Yuuri's erection and balls, fingers hooking in dip of his inner thigh and groin. It's awkward for a moment, but clearly he's got a plan. If Yuuri's going to feel challenge Victor to surprise him, then he's in for it.

Yuuri pressed back against him and Victor is pushing back as they meet. Victor's weight lifts Yuuri off the floor so his tiptoes could barely touch tile. Between the wall, his arms, and Victor's height, the support is there, but it probably feels trepidatious to be lifted while sitting heavily down on a cock. He's not going to drop Yuuri, he could carry the man in his arms so this is hardly even that strenuous. He wouldn't try this he couldn't keep hold of him.

"Is this up enough?"

He's not kidding about it being harder for him to be quite so vulnerable with Victor, at least for a while, but getting back to the point where he's near to whiting out from pleasure is clearly not going to be difficult, because god. He doesn't understand what's happening and then he does and he whimpers just slightly when his feet all but leave the ground. There's a second where he doesn't really struggle so much as Victor can feel him tensing everywhere, but he breathes through it and then he's relaxing into it, letting Victor take his weight.

He can't move like this. Everything is either useless or completely load bearing, there's nothing to push off of, nothing to press against at the right angle to help him. He shudders, cedes, as completely without protest as Victor had earlier. There's only one answer to that, but it's been long enough since the bed that he has to work to get it in the right language.

"Hai," it's maybe a little grateful.

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