emberossing | for wauuu

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.

How tight Yuuri gets as he sinks down against Victor is extreme, to say the least. Victor has to grit his teeth, let a controlled breathe escape against Yuuri's neck, try not to lose it right then and there. It would feel damn good if he did; fill Yuuri up with his come while he couldn't so much as squirm away from it. He lifts so very slightly higher, not sure if the man's toes could touch the floor at all, wanting to feel stronger with Yuuri in his arms.

"Y, Yuuri, I want to come, just like this... you feel incredible,"

It wouldn't matter if he could touch the ground at this point, his legs wouldn't hold him up anyway. He feels helpless, but there's strangely nothing bad about it, nothing that he normally associates with the word. Victor's got him and it has nothing to do with the whole idolization thing, for once, and everything to do with the past 24 hours, that he believes him, down to his bones. He's not going to let him fall. He's not going to think he's weak or stupid. He's not going to do something knowingly cruel to him. Laughing aside, Victor's proven that he's trustworthy, and so even getting pulled up higher does nothing but seem to unwind him more.

"Hai," he breathes again, and he's back to not being very expressive anymore, but he's not closed off, the words just aren't there, but Victor said that was okay too and so he works to find some more of them, at least, to please him, but there's only one that seems to matter right now, "Yours."

Yours is the single hottest word Victor has ever heard in his life, thanks to Yuuri. The complete, willing submission would probably have done it for him, but that word, that single word, makes Victor come immediately. His hold tightens on Yuuri and he feels the pulse of his cock as he releases inside. It feels like it lasts forever and like that's not long enough at all.

It's good thing he was locked in the position or his knees might have buckled and totally ruined all the trust he built up by dropping Yuuri. He stands strong, loyal to the very end, holding Yuuri like he was keeping a promise. Victor's not sure anybody has ever showed him so much loving trust, he's not going to squander that.

He's not sure whether this is more intense, or if they way he'd come with Victor's tongue inside him was. There's something so intimate about this, about not being able to move anywhere, and still being enough to cause something like that, just like this. There's something a little bit like being used there, but it's tender around the edges, circling back around to him not needing to do anything, being perfect just like this. Enough. It's so good he's shaking with it, but the position is just odd enough for him that he can't tip over the edge quite so easily, even though he's very, very close.

"Sit down on the ledge," his voice is soft, but firm, directing Victor through this while his brain's offline, "Don't let go of me, I want to keep you inside," he flushes, saying that, but he knows he has to be direct right now or Victor's not going to move.

Provided they make it there without slipping, that settles him in Victor's lap, a break for both of their legs, with him still inside him and an arm around his waist so he doesn't slip off. As soon as he's settled, Yuuri wraps a hand around his own cock and if Victor wants to help, he's got about five good strokes to get in on it before Yuuri's spilling over his hand, hips rocking just enough at the end to feel Victor move a little inside him.

Victor's obeying Yuuri's request without hesitation, absolutely obedient to the words. He manages to move to sit, Yuuri still firmly planted in his lap, cock half hard inside the man. It's incredibly hot and slick and Victor is glad to remain inside. He's not waiting for Yuuri to grab his own erection, the task is all his. Victor's hand is slow to start, but he's stroking Yuuri off with passion, kissing the man's neck as he does so. There's a gentle chant against skin.

"Yuuri, my Yuuri, my perfect Yuuri,"

He's right on Victor's heels with the orgasm, barely any work needs to be done at all, but all the same... something about it feels almost lazy, indulgent after all this. Maybe it's just because it's his third of the morning, or maybe it's the way his whole body is sore with his ass winning the prize on that, but Victor's kisses are so tender. Maybe it's the possession in Victor's voice and how it always both excites him and warms him to his toes.

Whatever it is, he's coming in less than thirty seconds, but everything feels syrupy, underwater, and he's slow to move, afterwards, content to just lean his head back against Victor's shoulder and just exist for a moment, nothing else, nuzzling up under his jaw.

Victor watches Yuuri spill out over his hand, his strokes slowing to a stop. He's blurry with afterglow himself, but the sensitivity is taking hold. He'll rub Yuuri's hips, kissing his neck and face, squirming with a gentle laugh.

"Aaha, you're too much, hold on..." he's got to lift slide the man off his dick, at least! Victor doesn't want Yuuri to go far, he'll keep the man in his lap after, sideways this time, so he can kiss his lips. It had been far, far too long since. Not that Victor has any sense of time, at the moment.

"Marvelous, my Yuuri,"

The kiss is dazed from his side, exhausted, and they've barely even made it out of bed. He can't bring himself to care or to be embarrassed, at least not yet. He's not entirely sure he can move, utterly pliant as Victor moves him, trying to catch his breath. He shudders, though, involuntarily, when Victor pulls him off of him, a low moan escaping him when he can feel how things are dripping out a little, too tired to care if that's embarrassing as well.

He doesn't have any words back at the moment, but he does have another use for his mouth in the form of a long, slow kiss that he hopes speaks his mind about how much he enjoyed all of that.

The kiss is returned, just as lazy and yet also entirely present. The kiss is everything, it's the whole world right now, but there's no rushing. Victor's hands are rested on Yuuri finally, not grabbing or groping, just idle. He feels like he could kiss Yuuri forever like this and not get tired of it.

But after several minutes, his stomach has had enough and growls loudly.

Yuuri's the one to laugh this time, soft and tender around the edges,

"Yeah, me too... but I don't know if I can move," he's only a little bit teasing. Everything feels heavy and kind of shaken out of place and he's really not sure if he can do something like sit at one of the kitchen barstools, right now.

He's also reasonably sure that he's overdue to panic about some of this, but he's too tired for that as well which is something that he's actually intensely grateful for.

Laughing along, Victor's just a little pink cheeked with embarrassment. The mood was really wonderful, his stomach reminding them they really should do something, anything else today but fuck, is unwelcome and yet humorous. He'll nuzzle Yuuri's face with his, fingers tracing across his jawline smoothly.

"I could move, I simply don't want to," Yuuri's weight down on him is too satisfying, too comforting for him to want to escape from. Still, they were going to turn into a couple of prunes if they didn't manage to actually shower off and get dry. As much as Victor wants to stay just like this, moving to someplace with cushions would serve then we'll.

"Let's split the difference and have breakfast on the couch," breakfast in bed wouldn't do, he didn't want Yuuri out of his sight that long, but sitting the man down on any of his more solid chairs sounded cruel. "When your legs decide to work again," he'll add, not sure he had the energy to carry Yuuri so far.

"That sounds like heaven," he'd be embarrassed about how enchanted even that makes him sound later. Right now, he's too unguarded to be anything but honest.

He's going to need help showering unless they want to sit here for an extended period of time, will probably also need help getting dressed, but even though he'll be clinging to a wall (or Victor) the whole way to the sofa, by they time they're actually clean, he does at least kind of have use of his legs.

Everything hurts but it's in a similar way to after a really intense practice, just deeper in some ways that are hard to define other that that. He's long ago learned the difference between something that hurts and something that is hurt, the difference between soreness and injury, and nothing's injured, his body's just been pushed to some limits.

Still, hopefully Victor isn't expecting help making breakfast...

Victor has no qualms about helping Yuuri with every little thing if he needs. It's a level of intimacy he's certainly never had with anybody else, but he also hadn't gone turning any of his partners to jelly quite like he had with Yuuri. The sex was really intense, but this affectionate aftercare felt good to the body and mind. Victor is just glad Yuuri allows him to be so continuously doting. He'll help wash the man off, get him dry after the shower, chuckle a bit to help him slide on clean clothes. It does take a while to get them both out on the couch, but Victor wouldn't trade this morning for another record or gold medal, that was for certain. Getting Yuuri sat down on the soft cushions of the couch, Victor gives him one more kiss.

"Hot breakfast, Yuuri? I can put on some eggs and hash, or just pour some cereal,"

Yuuri is not the kind of person to let people fuss over him and dote on him. But he's also so deliciously sore and still a little delirious, unmoored, that it's easy to just kind of let Victor take care of things.

(And there's a little, darker part of his mind that some of the things they've done tease at the edges of, that kind of likes seeing Victor Nikiforov mooning over him a little. He's too nice and unsure of himself for it to be a conscious thought, but it lingers there, somewhere back behind everything.)

"Mmm... if you're offering, hot breakfast sounds better. I'm starving. But cereal is fine," he adds, definitely not wanting to put Victor out in some way.

"Hot breakfast it is," he'll agree immediately, sneaking one more kiss and a big beaming smile. With uttermost enthusiasm, he'll be heading back around the sofa to the nearby kitchen. It's unclear if he's talking to himself or to Yuuri as he giddily exclaims.

"I've never cooked for a boyfriend before, this is exciting!" Makkachin is gently shooed out of the kitchen a moment later, Victor not wanting to step all over him. The dog is wandering over to find Yuuri, jumping onto the couch to mob him with some needy cuddles. How dare you both lock him out of the room for so long!

Yuuri was going to make some kind of reference to his comment yesterday morning, about Victor making all his one-night stands breakfast, but boyfriend makes him blush instead and grin like an idiot, safe where Victor can't see him over the couch. Instead, he tries out the words, because they fit strange in his head and he's curious what they sound like out loud, if they make any more sense to him,

"Your boyfriend is too hungry to be picky," he even manages to say it with a laugh and he's actually panicking just a little bit both about that and about whether or not Victor's maybe fucked something loose in his head because he doesn't say things like that, not out loud, not just... brazenly. Only... apparently now he does.

Also, he has a lapful of enthusiastic poodle that he is very enthusiastic to have there. It makes him a little sad in the middle of everything, when he realizes he's been petting him where Vicchan liked to be petted, but it's more of an ache than overwhelming at the moment, with his arms full of Makkachin.

"Oooh, well, I'll try my best! You're probably hungry enough to like it regardless," he laughs after, indicative of how little pressure he felt, just joy at making the attempt. Victor is no master chef, he's functional on a good day and usually preferred to order out if he was being indulgent. His usual was to prep a whole weeks worth of nutritious, if not necessarily interesting, meals in advance. Yuuri is getting the indulgent option, they definitely worked off enough calories already to deserve a hearty breakfast. It's Victor shredding up fresh potatoes and getting some eggs out of the fridge, smiling the whole while.

There's something to this he immediately finds thrilling and it's actually how... utterly mundane and domestic it is. The calm and quiet of the moment lets him thinking about everything that had happened so far. A rush, for certain, but he wouldn't call it a blur. He does snap out of it a moment to consider.

"Should I put on some tea, Yuuri? Or coffee, if you prefer?"

Yuuri's used to being more domestic, so the mood is actually weirdly settling to him, like he's back home in Hasetsu, with his mother making breakfast. Not that there's really THAT comparison, but there's something just... right about it, home-y, particularly with Makkachin in his lap, that he's been missing so much in Detroit. Not that he and Phichit hadn't made something of their own home, there, but this hits deeper than that. He hugs a little harder into Makkachin, which he seems to enjoy quite a bit, if the quiet woofing is any indication.

There's something poetic and right about having to give this up to train to somehow, against all odds, be here.

"Coffee, please, if you don't mind," on someone else, that might sit too formal, but Yuuri's tone is just sweet, cozy.

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