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The blushing expression is searched while Victor sips his coffee. He can't tell the extent, but he can understand a few things. He can tell Yuuri likes it and he can tell Yuuri is unsure if he should like it. Victor's been there, it took him a while to grasp just how much he enjoyed a rough experience on either side. Sitting with the feeling after was strange and satisfying, like a long practice with new choreography.

"I think the soreness is a wonderful feeling," so don't feel alone or too odd, Yuuri. He wouldn't have done that if he wasn't sure it could feel good, "you-- oh! Toast might be burning..."

He'll set his coffee down and rush back to the kitchen, whoops. Another little moment of silence as Victor takes everything off and gets it onto plates for them. He's bringing two breakfasts over. Eggs, hashbrown potatoes, and sourdough toast (a little burnt...)

"Really?" he's not so pathetic as to make that sound too eager, but there's definitely a sense of relief there. It's an advantage, in some respects, that Yuuri hasn't formed opinions about sex already. It means that there's a lot of things that he doesn't know he "shouldn't" like, no pre-conceived notions about what this "ought" to look like. But that also means that he's flying completely blind on whether or not he's having reasonable, normal reactions to things. So learning that he's not the only person in the world who enjoys something is actually revelation, albeit a tiny one.

Still, he's bizarrely grateful to the toast because it gives him a moment with that before Victor returns. He's delighted at the breakfast, even if he does have to push Makkachin a bit off him to enjoy it. He discovers he's ravenous, but hopefully Viktor can forgive him any table manners (he's still not messy about it) since he's he one who got him that way to begin with.

"What time is it?" he finally asks, in between bites. It's a bit of a mundane question but he's not honestly sure if he's up for a discussion of what happened in the bathroom, right now. Or what happened in the bed. He's gone from a virgin-not-by-choice to someone with a boyfriend who spanks him in the last several hours and he needs to process some of that before he's ready to do much more about it. And that's before he even considers who that boyfriend is.

(Or at least, he thinks he needs that time. The truth is, if Victor pulled him into his lap right now, the chances that they wouldn't be having some kind of sex again in the next ten minutes are exactly zero.)

Victor is watching Yuuri eat, curious if the meal met with approval. Once the younger man is practically inhaling his food, Victor will grin and follow suit, stomach having been grumbling with need as he prepared the meal. He doesn't bother to be critical of his cooking, all it needed to be was functional, the pleasure was in the creation for Yuuri, more than the resulting taste. Playboy reputation or not, Victor didn't really date much. There wasn't really time to get more serious about a partner than a night over, maybe a short morning, nothing like this was. The simple question gets Victor to lift his head, swiveling to find a wall clock to spy the time.

"Only... Near eleven! Not too bad, I thought we might have been longer," with that kind of a wake up, it really did feel like the day could be over and it would have been a satisfying one. He'll chuckle under his breathe some, needing to tease, "Need to be somewhere, Yuuri?"

Look, Yuuri may or may not ever get to the point where he can actually manage to say anything explicit except at when he's been brought completely out of his mind, but he's a pretty fast study about flirting, actually. He stretches just a little, matches the tone,

"Mm. Just back in bed," he manages to hit the perfect balance between making it sound like he means he could sleep the rest of the day and that they should have sex the rest of the day. "Though we should probably get some of my clothes clean at some point so we can go shopping for dinner. I have to return the favor," he indicates the breakfast he's still working his way through.

"We should definitely wash your clothes before getting back to the bed. Who knows how long we'll be there once we get our hands on each other again," flirting over breakfast is fun, but Victor assumes Yuuri does need an actual break after all that. He sure did, not exactly known for his stamina, though he could make up for that in experience. His grin broadens at the mention of going shopping, having forgotten already.

"You'll show my attempt up, I'm sure! I don't know how to cook anything traditionally Russian. The idea of authentic Japanese food excited me, though,"

Yuuri is 23 years old, known for his stamina and has just discovered sex with the person he's the most interested in having sex with on the planet. What are breaks? (For that matter, what are brakes?) He's completely exhausted, but that's only going to slow him down, not stop him.

But, Viktor does have a point in that they probably should wash Yuuri's clothes first, or at least get them started.

"We might have to go shopping for some more clothes, too, but I can at least wear some that fit while we do. I'm not sure what they took-- the bag the police brought seems lighter than my bag was, but I haven't done an inventory," something occurs to Yuuri that makes him frown, suddenly, and Victor would probably think it was the thought of having his clothes stolen but that would mean the way he blushes and looks shy for a moment is completely incongruous...

"Um... if we do get my clothes clean, though..." oh look, Yuuri can still be shy after Victor's had his tongue in his ass, "I can still..." He can't quite seem to get the words out, but the way his fingers are playing on the sleeves of his borrowed sweater, makes it at least a little more obvious that he's talking about borrowing Victor's clothes. Even about something like this, he's far more expressive with his body than his mouth.

"You can have any clothes of mine you like," Victor chuckles, gentle and caring as possible, "though maybe I shouldn't say that. I should say they're borrowed, so you have to bring them back to me soon."

That's better, isn't it? Yuuri seemed like a man who only needed an excuse and then he'd jump in feet first to whatever was thrown his way. Yuuri was certainly an interesting mix of cautious and reckless, guarded and also vulnerable. Victor has no way of knowing if that's how Yuuri is with everybody or if he's the one, special, unique case that twists the man all over himself (probably literally, give him a chance to test that flexibility and they'll know). He suspects the idolization is working vastly in his favor, despite his own desire to break down any walls that might seperate them on the basis of 6th place and 1st place. Yuuri and Victor was a much better way too see one another, any day and any time.

Yuuri flushes, half in embarrassment and half in pleasure when Victor says he can keep wearing his clothing.

"Borrowed," he agrees and then flushes deeper, "It's not the same if they're mine." For once, it has nothing at all to do with Victor being Victor Nikiforov, Skating Legend. He doesn't want the sweater because he's a fanboy. He wants to keep wearing it because he can feel the ghosts of Victor taking him apart on his skin when he's wearing it, because Victor gave it to him to wear, because it smells like him.

And then, his tone isn't tentative at all, but he's trying this out, tentatively, testing the waters of an idea they've spoken around, before,

"Though it's still cold in Detroit for several months. You may have to come and get them, instead."

Victor is assuming it's a fanboy thing, whoops. He also thinks it might go a bit deeper than that. Wearing a boyfriend's oversized clothes around, it was a way of showing off a relationship. The more specific and recognizable, the better for that end. With the undercurrent of "claiming" one another they kept diving into at moments of passion, it would only make Victor proud to see Yuuri continue to wear his clothes. Not to mention how cute they were, hanging loosely from the smaller man.

"Now, now, Yuuri," he'll tease, almost like he's scolding, but, "a Russian is never afraid of the cold!"

It keeps not helping that the sweaters have wide enough necks to show off nearly every hickey, and his throat is a mess of them. His whole body is a map of the places Victor has claimed him and he likes feeling his clothing on top of all of that, though he's not sure if it's just one more way to pull Victor around him, or if it's his way of claiming something back.

There's a little, tiny voice in the back of his head, still quiet under both the peace and the inevitable worries, that wants to claim back, that wants to leave no doubt in Victor's mind that this isn't just about fanboying or convenience any more, if it ever was to begin with. But Yuuri's also still got more to sort through than Victor does, so it's not a very loud voice yet, brain still working madly on concepts like "having a boyfriend" and "not a virgin anymore".

And now "Victor possibly coming to Detroit".

"I just meant I'm not giving them up while it's still cold in Detroit," and no no no, that's a step back while he tries to explain the joke and he doesn't want that, "... and I don't know if I can wait until I've graduated and am back in Hasetsu to see you again." He looks down into his coffee, takes a little sip instead of looking at Victor for a moment, shyly.

"I'd like to visit, but Nationals is pretty close on the heels of the Grand Prix," Victor is thinking about the schedule of things, "I'll be very much stuck in Russia, to train and compete."

Nationals and then Worlds, before there would be another break in the year, nearly another five months worth before he had a definitive break. Going to Hatsetsu after Worlds would make the most sense, Victor can only imagine how many questions about his career he'll be getting at that time, win or lose at the competition. If he became five time world champion, what was next?

And how might Yuuri do?

"Where are you registered for Nationals? Japan or America?"

"Japan," that part is easy, "But... there's not a lot of time and I..." he still doesn't know how he feels about getting out on the ice in front of everyone, and he's going to lose a week here in Russia, at least. "I probably won't end up being able to get home. Win or lose, I'll have to get back to school." That's the easy answer. Because the more difficult answer is that he really doesn't want to go to Nationals at all. He needs more time, and Victor doesn't really change that. He doesn't know how he's going to deal with all of the questions on his own, everyone watching him for either signs of a comeback or signs that he's through.

He's glad he's done with breakfast both because he doesn't really have much of an appetite anymore and because it means he can curl his hands around the cup of coffee and take a little comfort from that.

Victor finishes his toast with a few thoughtful bites, mind buzzing through options. It's rough, there really isn't time in the schedule to meet up, not unless they wanted to sacrifice precious practice time between competitions. This is why you don't date, Victor runs through his mind and his heart sinks. Nobody wants to date under conditions like these, they're distant and complicated. But here Victor is, wanting to keep hold, because distance can be traveled and complicated can be solved. He looks a bit hapless at his own coffee. What's the solution here?

And then he remembers some enthusiastic, drunken words, which might be a solution.

"Five months is a long time, but," that would roughly be the time between now and the end of World's, "if you're finishing school, you'll be ready to skate full time after that, correct?"

Yuuri doesn't actually look particularly disappointed, really. He was hopeful that there was some magic way for it to work out, but he knows how all of this goes, too. Even his anxiety can't twist this around into Victor not wanting to see him, they're both just busy. It's okay. He doesn't know how normal people date and everything about his life is distant and complicated. But Victor looks kind of sad now, and so since Yuuri's definitely done with his breakfast, he shifts Makkachin off him and curls up against Victor with his coffee,

"It's okay, you know. I've been away from my family for five years. I think I can manage for five months to see you again." Besides, I've been waiting my whole life for you... Yeah, definitely don't say that one, Yuuri. He kisses him, then, slow and unhurried, because he doesn't want Victor to think for even a moment... "Not that I don't wish it could be sooner, but..."

But then he also has to think about the rest of that, and he doesn't want to...

"I have to see how Nationals goes. I know I don't have much time, not if I want to stay competitive, but I... This has been the worst of it, but I don't really enjoy competing. I always get sick before and it's really stressful and it keeps getting harder to bounce back afterwards the older I get and... I don't know," he sighs, sinks deeper into Victor's side, "I keep wondering if maybe I made a mistake, if I can self-destruct like this and keep doing it over and over again. I can't imagine not being on the ice, but I don't know if it's healthy for me to stay on it. Something's got to change and I don't know what it is, and I just... with school and competitions there's never any time to think about it. I need to make time to think about it. So... I don't know what I'm doing, after Worlds, not really."

If he even makes it to Worlds.

That... breaks Victor's heart a bit. A little crack he's not sure will get worse or recover. He can try the latter, he always tried, but... His coffee is set down as well, curling into Yuuri. His hand reaches to the man's hair, still a little wet from the shower, pushing it from Yuuri's face.

"Let's go skating," he asserts, "It would shatter me, to think you lost your love for skating before I got to see you on the ice. No competition, just the ice and you. " It's difficult for Victor, to think Yuuri would want to bother much with love of him if he had no love for skating. Maybe it could be managed, but the ice is Victor's whole life, he doesn't think he could ever leave it behind, not completely.

"I'd never lose my love for skating," he says, immediately, so sure of it that he doesn't have to even think about it. "I just need to figure out how to love it without it destroying me," Victor might have seemed like he was the one offering comfort, but Yuuri sees right through that, leans in to kiss him in a way that makes it clear that he's the one doing the soothing at the moment.

"I'm not going to work this out in 48 hours in Russia, Victor. It's okay." It's maybe a side Victor hasn't much seen of him yet, tender but firm. He doubts himself constantly, but he does have an inner compass and it only points towards one thing. But then he flushes looks down, a sweet, desirous kind of embarrassed.

"I'd love to get to skate with you, though, so... yes of course. Though, uh... I'll probably be more nervous about skating in front of you than a whole crowd of people..." he admits, but it's with a tiny smile and not him running to throw up in the bathroom or something, so that's... a pretty good sign, actually, even if it doesn't seem that way to Victor.

The soothing does work, Victor smiling foolishly into the kiss, leaning in for more. It's a comforting kiss, not really meant to inspire any spark of passion. It's a lasting and warm kiss before Yuuri is going on, Victor listening attentive.

"Nothing to be nervous about, Yuuri," he coos, hand rubbing Yuuri's cheek over with his thumb, carding through black hair, "I'm not judging or scoring, I just want to watch you skate how you enjoy skating." He chuckles a bit, "unless you want me to be critical, but you should know I wouldn't go easy on you!"

"I don't think I could handle it right now," he answers, honestly. "I'm going to be lucky to not completely fall apart skating for you. Everything's a mess," he says, after a moment, sad and maybe a little bitter but he looks back up and smiles slightly, "But you keep making me forget that. These last few days... this isn't what I'm like, not normally. But I want it to be."

"You're also bringing out a better version of me," If Yuuri wasn't usually like this, neither was Victor. He didn't get attached so quickly, he didn't try to latch on like this. Anybody else he was interested in the past he let slip away, thinking it was too distracting, or not a good time, or just not convenient enough. He justified that that was a better attitude to have, that remaining lonesome would just save him heartbreak. He nearly forgot that he shouldn't have to be lonesome.

"I don't want to let you go," Victor is sure of this, so very sure. His hands sneak out, grin breaking across his features to tickle Yuuri's sides, "Whatever you decide, I can last on text massages and Snapchat for five months! You better not forget to reply!"

Yuuri laughs and tries to scoot away from the tickles but, like normal, they really only seem to get tangled up more with each other when he does. He wants the distraction, doesn't want to have to think about his career right now. He knows himself. It's going to take him weeks to figure it out and he needs to go somewhere familiar to do it, probably back home. He needs time. So for right now, he doesn't want to think about it, wants to carve this moment out for himself and for Victor, without needing to deal with the real world.

"I don't think I could forget," he says, laughing and trying to keep his coffee from spilling over, trying to distract Victor with kissing up his neck, which is bolder than he's been, so far, but there's still that little whisper somewhere, deep down...

Victor's fingers slide away from the tickling, to Yuuri's coffee mug. He'll steal it gently from Yuuri's hands and lean to set it aside. Of course, then his hands are back on the man, specifically his hips, pulling them out from under him. Yuuri should flop backward onto the cushions with that, Victor hovering over him with that adoring smirk of his. He'll pinch the tip of Yuuri's chin between his curved index finger and thumb, leaning for a kiss on the lips. It's a playful kind of demanding, he wants more and more of Yuuri at any moment. If the man needs a distraction, Victor always has one in store it seems. Or he's always able to improvise, it's difficult to say.

"If you did forget," he'll sneak in one more kiss, "how would you make it up to me?"

Yuuri makes a surprisedly little "oof" to being upended onto his back on the couch, but it's another moment where he just shoves everything else aside, more proof that that's something he can do, even though he's said that he can't. Everything flushes back from worried to cute to heated in a single motion and he's tangling his legs up with Victor's easily, even as he's still occasionally seeming like he's trying to figure out how to touch him, doesn't seem hesitant so much as just doesn't do it as much, not with his hands.

HIs breath catches when Victor catches his chin and he makes him work a little to hold him there-- not that he won't stop and be nice if he pulls back or doesn't pull him into the kiss. He just likes it for some reason, wants to show Victor that he doesn't mind a little pressure.

"How would you want me to make it up to you?" he throws back, but for once, he's not actually running away from talking like this, seems willing to try at least. Instead, it's a genuine question, "Would you want pictures?" he teases, "Or an apology, maybe? I don't think I could send you flowers or anything, I don't live in a place with steam showers," he's definitely teasing. "I'd offer to make it up to you in person, but we both know that anything I would offer, you could just ask for."

Crawling over Yuuri, legs tangling up, Victor avoids putting a lot of his weight down on the smaller man just yet. He's probably going to be sore a while and this kind of intimacy should be both exciting and comfortable. No need to rush along, hurry to the next thing, this is the next thing. Living the moment was important and Victor knew this should all be savored, especially with a possible five months apart after what might be only a few days together. The embassy could take quite a while to get a new passport arranged, but it was possible the cops would catch the thief and return Yuuri's possessions. For all they know, Yuuri could be gone by this very evening if the robber was easily tracked down. Make the most of everything, including the slower moments, just riling one another up.

"Pictures might placate me," he'll smile, "if they're the kind just for me to see."

"I... don't really know how to take sexy pictures," he admits, but even though it makes him flush, a little uncomfortable, he also finds he kind of wants to. "I guess I could get Phichit to help," he can't help but laugh, "He'd probably explode with happiness, honestly. But then they wouldn't just be for you." He considers it further, "I'd be really nervous I was doing it wrong and probably wouldn't send anything. Or I'd send something but it would be when it was late here and I would be a mess until you sent me something back." That part, the laughing and admitting he wouldn't know where to start, is comparatively easy. This next bit isn't, but it is important to him. It takes a deep breath and his tone is a lot more hesitant than he'd like but he manages to spit it out,

"You could show me how. If you wanted to..."

SPARKLE EYES.

"Of course I would, I'd love that!" First off, it means he'll have some adorably amateur photos of Yuuri and that's just too precious to pass up. Second, he'd get to feel smug later whenever Yuuri sent him a particularly good one. This is nothing but a winning scenario for Victor, it shines across his face.

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