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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.

Yuuri is Not Prepared to be on the opposite end of that thing Victor does sometimes where he says the perfect thing and sends Yuuri's heart three sizes for his chest. Seeing Victor get so excited does roughly the same thing, though, and it's another point where he can see where some people might find that annoying. He is so, so grateful, though. There's no way for his brain to tell him he's messed up when Victor's reacting like that. He is still nervous about doing it though...

"Really?" as though he needs the confirmation, but he can't help but seek it a little. It's more surprised than anything, though he doesn't know why he's surprised. And then, his lips slide into that sly little smile he gets sometimes,

"Heh, so it was all a ploy to get sexy pictures of me," he teases.

Victor is confused just a moment by that teasing accusation before he remembers that conversation. His memory isn't the greatest, but he can catch on quickly and puts on a mockingly ashamed face, without missing the beat for long. He'll gasp and overreact to drive home the joke.

"Oh no! You found me out!"

Something's going to disrupt this, because Yuuri can only be deliberately sexy when he's kind of making fun of himself, but for now, it's surprisingly easy to banter like this,

"If that's true, what else is?" his eyes go teasingly wide, "Oh my god, you did actually kidnap me, didn't you? It's been your evil plan all along to keep me here!" Yuuri's not quite bold enough to put an explicit like some kind of sex toy or anything on the end of that, but he tries to get some of that in the tone, at least.

A laugh from Victor as he curls into Yuuri a bit more at the teasing, trying not to laugh too loudly.

"You ruined the surprise! I was supposed to have you so you could never escape and then exposit my evil plan in detail," you know, inevitably giving Yuuri enough time to escape because that's always what happens, right? "How else could I make you mine? Keep you with me so I can keep torturing you with pleasure after pleasure,"

"You've already pretty much got me so I can never escape," he points out, more reasonable than sexy, even though he's still playing along, because... well, it's true. Yuuri can't speak Russian. He knows how to use the internet, but Victor could easily make it so he couldn't access it. No one he knows really knows where he is. Yuuri obviously doesn't think that Victor would actually do something like that, but the thought that he could is maybe a little thrilling in a way, at least, as a playful sort of fantasy.

Much like how his reaction to Victor grabbing his ass on this same couch yesterday was a good foreshadowing to how he was going to feel about the spanking in the shower, this conversation seems to indicate that getting him to actually do some kind of bedroom roleplaying might not be impossible with a bit of a push. He's not having near as much trouble keeping up as Victor might have thought.

"Or were you meaning more after you'd convinced me to let you tie me to the bed?" he quirks an eyebrow and then, suddenly he's keeping going, not really aware what he's about to say until he's already saying it, "Although... you probably wouldn't need to. I certainly couldn't have run anywhere earlier this morning..."

Yes. Yes, Yuuri Katsuki just made a joke about Victor fucking him until he couldn't walk as a means of keeping him in Russia. That is a thing that just happened.

(Better distract him before Yuuri realizes it's a thing that just happened...)

Victor's in with the distraction quick enough, though he does enjoy Yuuri's ability to joke about what happened earlier. Victor was the one laughing back then, having meant no harm by it, so Yuuri being able to laugh in hindsight makes him feel absolved. He probably isn't actually, Yuuri would still be peeved if he burst out laughing again (a high possibility) but Victor can dream.

"Well, now that you've turned the tables on me, by figuring out my secret," he'll rub a thumb over Yuuri's bottom lip, "you'd have to tie me to bed, right?"

His tone says he's down for this. Super down for it.

There's that flash across his face again, a flicker and then gone, but Victor's seen it now enough to recognize it-- that look when he's thinking about doing something like making Victor come when he'd asked him not to, or actually considering what he thinks about Christophe and Victor at the same time. He gets it again here, when Victor says he'd have to tie him to the bed-- speculative, genuinely considering it.

He doesn't get at it right away, though, because part of what's letting him talk like this at all is the fantasy aspect of it, so he has to go along with the story they're constructing, instead, or he's going to clam up. But it's very clear that the seed's been planted, at the very least.

"Well, not right now, obviously. I'd never win in outright fight. It's much better if I let you think you've won and seduced me completely. Let you torture me for a little while longer while I look for the perfect chance to escape. Although... there's always the danger you could make me forget to try..."

"I think that might be my superpower! Making you forget everything else, think only about me and how good I make you feel," he's got to replace his trailing thumb with his lips, pressing to Yuuri's lips soft as first before catching his bottom half between teeth and sucking on it. Just enough to bring the red out, more than normal.

"The danger is I fall in love with you and we stop all out villain and hero business all together, a perfect stalemate," Too busy fucking each other's brains out to do any good or bad to others.

Yuuri's been relatively "good" about not leaping right back into anything, but his side of the kiss is definitely more heated than the teasing tone would suggest, a pretty direct indicator of how he feels about this conversation and about Victor's latest words. He's a less embarrassed and more aroused sort of flushed by the end of the kiss, still finding enough boldness to say,

"If that's your superpower, I think it's working," and then, the smirk again, "Mm, but if that's all it takes to stop you being a super-villain, then I think it's probably a noble act to sacrifice myself for the cause."

"Oooh, a true hero to the end!" Victor chuckles, pecking more, shorter kisses across Yuuri's lips. After a longer, lingering kiss, he'll add.

"You'll have to teach me a lesson, so I change my ways. I'm sure you're very persuasive."

Yuuri laughs,

"I'm afraid persuasion's definitely not my superpower," but he's also kind of intrigued by the tone Victor had had when he talked about Yuuri tying him to the bed. He's not sure he really has the guts to do that, but he's also said that about everything they've done so far so... "... but maybe you'd be distracted enough to let something slip. Some way to really get under your skin, some way to turn the tables..."

He leaves it light, open. Most of what they've done has been Victor's idea, and he doesn't want him to think that Yuuri's got no fantasies or preferences. But the truth is, he doesn't know very much. And everything they've done has been better than any half-thought out fantasy anyway.

... and also he's fairly sure that the desire to find something that will take Victor completely off-line counts as a fantasy, now. But he also doesn't want to pressure him...

"You already let me spank you, that's one of my favorites," he'd said it before and he'd say it again! He has to smile into a kiss, mischievous as ever, catching Yuuri's curiosity in the words. Victor would certainly let Yuuri tie him up a bit, nothing extreme so soon, but a little restraint was easy to pull off even for the inexperienced.

"I guess you could turn the table on me and give me some discipline, if I've been so bad," Is revenge your style? He'd be happy to get spanked in return, after all. This whole little farce they came up with is actually leading really nicely into these other kinks and types of play.

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