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"Aaah, yes, Yuuri, yes, do what you want!" Victor can't mistake that soft and warm and damp feeling on his cock for anything else. It feel particularly good after the roughness of fabric rubbing against his cock, cooler than the friction burned while still being hot. His legs peak and spread, not wanting to writhe away from Yuuri or push in impatiently. He's reminded of Yuuri squishing his cock into Victor's lips, when he first went to kiss the man directly. It was cute, especially since Yuuri got so embarrassed by his own eager instincts.

"Not getting to see my, mmn, cock in your mouth, is real torture,"

"Mm..." for a moment, the little purr is the only response Victor gets, Yuuri sinking a little deeper over him. He doesn't like it as much when his mouth is too full. It's not bad, it's something he would be willing to do, but there's something about the shallower version, where he can still move his tongue in slow, teasing licks, that he enjoys on it's own merit and not because of how it feels to Victor. He feels like he could do this all night, hold Victor's cock half in his mouth and figure out all the ways he could slide his tongue against it.

"Next time," he pulls off enough to say, and it's both a bit like he's chiding Victor for being impatient and a bit like a promise. His mouth is full again a moment later, but he is trying to work off Victor's pants now, but having a bit of a hard time of it since he doesn't really want to stop sucking his cock.

There's two instincts at play at once, sending a mix of signals. First, Victor very much wanted to keep his legs open and allow Yuuri room. On the other hand, getting his pants off would be easiest with his legs closer together, which he also wants. He moans as Yuuri takes his cock in deep, only to pull back away, suckling the head curiously. The feeling of an unsure, but eager tongue tracing curves and veins is an amazing pleasure. Yuuri's uncertainty mixed with enthusiasm and Victor was happy to be his play thing for a while (or forever). The indecisiveness Victor has over his legs ends up with him closing them around Yuuri, thighs pressing Yuuri's head between them. It's not more than a moment before Victor realizes that's an awkward feeling and probably does look very silly, not that he can actually tell.

Well, he can't give orders, but maybe he can ask for them? Yuuri was still in charge, that way. Worth a shot.

"Where do you want my legs, Yuuri?" His voice is smaller than usual, lacking the usual bombast, replaced now with neediness.

Yuuri huffs out what sounds like soft laughter as Victor closes his legs around his head, but it's definitely not quite a protest. He's pulling up, amused, to help get them back into some kind of less awkward position when that question hits like a truck.

There's a pause, but without the tension that had happened the last time Victor addressed him. Victor can't see Yuuri dragging his eyes down his body, but maybe he can almost feel it. It's another one of those moments like when he'd first spanked him, in the shower, where there's a certain realization of exactly where he is and what he's doing, after each thing has just seemed to lead to the other for a while.

It's maybe a tense moment for Victor, or maybe there's a tension in the air despite Yuuri seeming reasonably relaxed, because, just like in the shower, this is one of those moments where Yuuri could panic and it would be pretty justified instead of just his anxiety. And then, there's a shift and a hand settling gently over Victor's throat.

There's no menace at all there, there's barely even the press of gravity, and then Yuuri shift the one side of his hand upwards until he can catch Victor's lower lip on his thumb, drag downward a little. If Victor could see, he would see how wide-eyed Yuuri is, how awed, but he can't, so the touch is just authoritative, possessive. He drags his hand slowly down Victor's neck, chest, lower, on a soft,

"You're so beautiful," he doesn't quite add like this to the end, but it's heavily implied in the tone before he shifts again, fingers catching in Victor's waistband, "Legs together and lift your hips up," the command is almost casual.

The silences are always moments of pure tension, Victor trying to predict what Yuuri might do and often failing. The hand down on his throat is a split second of alarm, Victor swallowing under the gentle press of fingers, but the feeling doesn't last. Yuuri is touching his face and down, reverent as ever. His compliment draws a pleased, nearly embarrassed shudder from the older skater. The order is met with obedience, about the only time Victor's willing to cooperate with pure ease.

His feet anchor down and he lifts his hips enough that the pants could slide off without a hitch. He'll lower himself down once he feels the waistband moving down his thighs, feet lifting after his butt is heavily back on the mattress. Yuuri is free to slide the clothing the rest of the way off, down Victor's strong calves and defined ankles. Like any skater, or maybe more that others due to his sheer dedication to being champion, his feet are overworked from competition. Not exactly cute or beautiful, but the spotting of bruises are a reminder he actually had to try to be the skater he was. It wasn't as effortless as he could make it look.

Like many things, the feet are noted somewhere in the back of his head to come back to, somewhere in the same space as Victor's reaction to his navel being kissed, in the same place Yuuri had previously let that comment about his nipples sit. He has to work on things a bit, before they turn into something, and right now, there's a goal-- albeit one he'd been a bit sidetracked from in how good it felt to have Victor's cock in his mouth.

There's lube and then there's a cautiously circling finger, a reward for helping to get his pants off, offered immediately. Yuuri's touch, however, seems considering for a moment. He's never done something like this before, exactly, but he's always so nervous that thinking about what might make other people nervous is easy,

"Good?" he asks, because he can't think how to ask the question he wants if he makes it more complicated, just that he knows his rule makes it hard for Victor to give feedback for this part if he needs to, without breaking it, and it seems like a good idea to check in first.

Yuuri's touch was becoming more and more sought after, by the moment. Finger pads or groping palms or trailing lips, Victor's starting to feel a need for them in the moment. It's a greedy, selfish need and the position of giving himself up makes him crave it all the more. Any attention Yuuri gives hitches his breathe before he opens himself up further, easing into it, wanting.

"Y, yes, Yuuri... More," is that too much of a demand? He'll whimper to add, ",please,"

On please he sinks one finger all the way smoothly in, surer of himself now that he knows what this feels like from the other side. It's probably just on this side of too much, even with what they'd done last night, but he's in no hurry to move from one to two, content to just play like this for as long as Victor needs to start pushing back, getting impatient.

If it seems to be taking too long, he'll lean down to roll his tongue over the head of Victor's cock. His other hand is missing, at least for the moment, but there's no indication that Victor has on where it is or why.

"More?" he teases the word back at him a minute later, same tone and everything, though it's clearly also a genuine question.

There's an attempt to very as relaxed as possible, allow the finger inside without an ounce of resistance, but Victor can't help but tighten up as he's touched. It's not enough to be painful, though Yuuri being careful will mean a little backing off before he can get a finger in deep. Now unattended, Victor's cock hangs in the open air, leaking precum until Yuuri laps it away with his tongue. Victor's head has to push back into the pillow, arms pulling against the ties as he writhed into the sheets. Again, he doesn't know quite what to do with his free legs, but he wants to them up and open, allowing Yuuri the most room and access between them. They're over Yuuri's shoulders, trying not to rest too heavy on him. There's a gentle bump and press of Victor's heels along Yuuri's back as he explored and found spots that made Victor twitch. There's a rare hesitation to find his voice, when he's asked. Still, he manages to be a bit cute about it.

"H, Hai"

Yuuri chuckles to that, deep enough to be felt as well as heard and turns his head to leave a hickey on Victor's inner thigh, since it's right there, being presented to him.

"You should say yes in Russian, shouldn't you?" he teases, voice breathless but steady. He's already adding another finger, though, slower, with more lube. Yuuri doesn't want to hurt him, but he's not being particularly cautious about not bumping up against that line, anymore, letting everything be a little more intense, even as he's distracting him with his tongue again.

"да, Yuuri, да..." his voice is heavy with his native accent, deeper and more savory than when he feigned seriousness. He is actually entirely in the moment, not looking for a joke or a way out of the tension between them, primarily because it's Yuuri who was laughing. It's intensity he can smile through, feel at ease with even as his toes curled. Two fingers inside caused his back to arch, brushing the digits along his prostate with a pitch of a moan, caught and displaced, leaving him breathless.

It's all he can do to not be the best kind of ruthless with it, when brushing his fingers against his prostate gets that kind of reaction,

"Beautiful..." he says again, the next time is mouth isn't full. It's starting to feel almost like some kind of out of body experience, now, like he can't believe he's here, doing this, not getting nervous, like he's watching all of this from outside himself, somehow. He's not sure why or how, but he's grateful for it, doesn't fight it.

He doesn't move back down to put his mouth back on Victor after that, watches him, instead, while he keeps opening him up on his fingers. He doesn't have enough patience to really get him to beg, but he will wait until he's pushing back against him before he'll add a third.

There's not much need for patience, Victor doesn't have much for himself. Rather, he had patience so long as it's his number one goal. When he can focus on patience, he can keep himself from doing anything reckless. If he only really has himself to focus on, a blindfold and restraints do wonders to achieve that, his impulses are first served. It's doesn't take more than a few moments to rock his hips against Yuuri's fingers, his legs anchored into Yuuri's back for a bit of leverage to do so. It's not quite enough, for just a whimpering moment, before Yuuri is indulging him one more slick insertion.

Now, Yuuri gets the messy begging. It's not coherent, but that's far more erotic than a levelheaded response.

"Yuuri, my Yuuri, please... Please? да, please--" he doesn't know what he's asking for, can't make a demand. Not because he's cautious of the rules, but because he wants Yuuri to decide.

"I like seeing you like this," it's out before he can think to censor it, even though he's going to be really embarrassed about it later, "This desperate... knowing it's for me," the last is punctuated by a particularly good twist of his fingers before he's leaning over to kiss him, passionate and thorough and probably too briefly, though he gets caught up in it for a while all the same.

"If you can't help yourself, I won't be angry," where is this tone coming from? But Yuuri has a goal in mind and Victor's learning that when Yuuri actually works himself up to wanting something, hell could bar the way and he'd get it anyway, "But if you can hold out, I promise I'll make it worth it."

It's not a demand. He specifically doesn't make it a demand. But then he's pulling his fingers out and there's the sound of more lube, and then he's pushing against him, not quite inside,

"Say yes," technically, Victor could be coy about it, if he needs another minute and Yuuri would listen because of course he would. But it's not the tone of someone expecting to be disobeyed.

Lesson learned; allow Yuuri enough control and the sexy dream man he met at the banquet will get drawn right out. Victor's enamored, wrapped around Yuuri's little finger, a little string pulled so tight it sings at the slightest touch. Victor's legs fall to the sides and Yuuri crawls up to meet his lips again, but they're searching to wrap around the man however they can. Yuuri's demands are met with Victor's own, legs hooking around hips as Yuuri lined up with him. He could "not help himself" and pull Yuuri inside of him without the demanded words, but it seemed like the easy way out. There wasn't any challenge in that.

Victor loves a challenge. So, now that he's serious about what he wants, he'll disobey the "no instructions" rule with a demand of his own.

"O-only if you flip me over, like you wanted,"

Yuuri has no idea what's happening to him, but he's sure as hell not going to stop. He's not sure when he started thinking about this as something and somewhere safe, instead of terrifying, but the consequences seem so far away, right now. Victor says he can have whatever he wants and he believes him and it shouldn't be that simple, but it is, somehow.

He thinks about not doing it. He thinks about pushing in, instead. He doesn't, but he lets Victor feel the pause, this time, rubs the tip of his cock right against his hole, just to be teasing about it, and if the drawing back a moment later is actually him realizing how lewd that is and blushing and biting his lip, a little unsure of himself for a moment, well, Victor's none the wiser like this.

"You'll have to help me," he says, instead, because he can't just flip Victor like a deadweight, but he can guide him to rolling over before he orders him up to his knees. The reward for obeying there is him fussing with the pillows for a moment, making sure Victor's comfortable, because he's still Yuuri after all.

It does occur to him that Yuuri is taunting him with his cock. He's teasing the idea he could fuck Victor at any moment. Rather than that, Yuuri was choosing to wait. It's playful degrading, really, lewdly saying that he could contain himself and trying to lure Victor into giving in to the seduction first.

Turns out this works crazy well, because people don't do that to him. Not to Victor Nikiforov... and it turns out he likes the denial. He's not even sure he knew this about himself, but suddenly it's kind of embarrassingly clear and he's blushing down to his shoulders with a foolish grin.

"да!" Victor answers simply, loosening the grip of his legs around Yuuri so he can help turn over. He's on his chest a moment later, ass up in the air and then Yuuri adjust the pillow for him... he kind of wants to scream? Not because he's upset because he's kind of so giddy he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't know how much Yuuri can read from half his face and shoulders flushed red hot. He's just sort of struck by how Yuuri can be so sensual it knocks the air out of him one second and then so doting the next, without either feeling forced.

There's a lot here that he can't read not because Victor's not plenty expressive about it, but because he's both never seen someone react that way before and does still consider himself to be nothing much special, deep down. There's no way he can see how over the moon Victor is, when there's a part of him that's shocked he's being allowed any of this, that can't believe he's not already been laughed at or brushed aside.

But he does understand some of it, runs a soothing hand down a flushed shoulder, takes his time with some kisses to overheated skin, loses himself for a moment just nuzzling up into the short hair at the back of Victor's neck. He reaches up and draws his hands down Victor's outstretched arms and gives in, for just a moment, to the desire to turn this more into worship than teasing, dragging his hands down Victor's body and his mouth down his spine. Maybe in some ways, he does understand some of it-- because he lets it sink in a moment that this is Victor Nikiforov and he can touch as much as he wants to.

... Of course, whether what he's doing is technically somewhat flipping the script for a moment or not, what he is also doing is spending a whole swath of time not fucking him. But then, he also hasn't gotten what Victor promised, yet-- the one "yes" was to turning him over, not a plea for him inside of him.

There's a certain relief that Yuuri keeps delaying, because it gives Victor a moment to contain himself. He buries his face down into the pillow, shoulders tensing and back arching as Yuuri peppers him with adoring kisses. His fingers reach out to the headboard, curling between the wood slots, holding on tightly. The way he braces himself would seem like something to do when getting fucked and roughly, but he's reacting remarkably similar to Yuuri's affections. They're really quite intense, the reverent way hands travel across him, how he feels shaky puffs of breathe down his spine. Those make him more desperate than anything.

"Yuuri," it's muffled into the pillow at first, until he finally turns his head to the side, "my Yuuri,
please, can the blindfold come off? I want to see you, I want so badly," Victor-- despite his ass being in the air, the flare in his prostate, and the stiffness of his cock-- would rather see Yuuri over his shoulder than get fucked. The desire Yuuri's built up to return some emotional connection is far greater than the many physical needs.

It's somewhat gratifying, maybe, that his hands go to the blindfold immediately, but also that he doesn't just take it off without any consideration, either. His thumb strokes up under the elastic holding it on, tiny, soothing motions to the back of Victor's scalp that surely don't help his current state of mind any,

"I may have to put it back on," he's warning, but it's tender, "I don't know how much of this I can hold onto, if you can see me..." And there's something about his tone that says holding onto this is something that Yuuri wants for himself, not because it's something he thinks will impress Victor. But he also recognizes something in Victor's tone, some other kind of reaching need and he doesn't want to deny him.

He slides the blindfold off, but he buries himself into a kiss before Victor can really open his eyes, a little desperate around the edges.

"Th-that's fine, just a moment--" he doesn't even have time to open his eyes before Yuuri is kissing him and it didn't feel natural to open them anyways. The light in the room wasn't harsh, room gently lit from it being a rainy day, no need to lights to be on in the rooms, but also not yellow from sun, everything a gentle blue grey. Victor opens his eyes and the color surprises him, because he'd forgotten about it completely. It strikes him because it's the kind of atmosphere he'd associate with much lonelier times, spending time all by himself on the ice. Yet, here it is, framing a moment he felt one of the single strongest connections with another person in his life. It makes his eyes dart to Yuuri, making sure he's there and real, and then words are happening,

"Please, Yuuri" he knows this feeling because he has being skating it, "stay close to me," this time Yuuri, if you at the one to laugh at him, he'll be the one to panic. He is genuinely and deeply vulnerable and he's not used to that.

Like the moment in the bath, Yuuri just gets it. He skates his feelings, too, after all, and he's been watching Victor's entire career. Even though he only ever sees the public persona, he still has enough of a catalog of smiles to know the real ones from the fake ones, what's performance and what's deeper. So even though he's not sure if he can go back to the person ordering him up onto his knees while he's looking in those eyes, this part is easy.

It's easy to hook his fingers under Victor's chin to help turn him into the kiss, easy to press his lips more lightly against his, comforting, chaste. It's easy to follow that with,

"I'm not going anywhere. You're mine now, remember?"

Victor's voice quivers under Yuuri's kiss, face still pink. At least now he can see, can give Yuuri the adoring glance of sparkly, slightly wet eyes, full of love. His shoulders are down as much as possible given the position, wanting to be as open to Yuuri as he could be. The words are striking and sweet, exactly how he'd describe Yuuri. He's the one muttering out,

"Yours, yes, Yuuri, all yours..!"

It still takes his breath a bit, that anyone would look at him like that. There's a little part of him that still doesn't believe this is real, but that's part of what helps keep him moving, because if all of this is going to fade, he needs to grab as much of it as he can, doesn't want to miss out on a minute of it. He can't afford to hide. It condenses what might have otherwise taken months into the span of hours.

He shifts, just a little, to press kisses along Victor's shoulder, the back of his neck, warm and tender and sweet. He nuzzles up behind his ear and the beauty of this particular position is that Victor can't really see him like this even with the blindfold off, if he doesn't want him to, so he finds the courage to add,

"Does that mean you're going to give me what I want, now?" warm and dark against his ear. From someone else, maybe that would seem like a bit of a rejection of the previous moment, but Yuuri's tone is still sweet, somehow, reassuring.

I'm not going anywhere. You can let go, if you want to.

Victor relaxes against the kisses, posture easing up and playful smile returning. This is very comfortable, but the tension isn't robbed. Their shared affection didn't break the mood or really change it all that much. Victor pushes his chest down into the mattress, back arching so his tailbone was at the peak, ass curving down, perfectly round to face Yuuri more than anything else could. His knees are parted, braced to hold not only his own weight but Yuuri's. It's much more fun to beg over a shoulder, only able to catch a flash of the man behind him. There's a cute, tempting butt wiggle from Victor.

"It's what we both want," he has to tease back, "please, sink your cock into me, my Yuuri, prove I'm all yours," he's so very ready to be claimed.

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