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"Ooh, so next time, I should be a brat?" he'll question with flirtatious over dramatics, like he's catching on to Yuuri, wise to his game. Victor moves closer, of course, lifting long legs onto the mattress to slide toward Yuuri. He reaches the other man and his hands traveling upward. Instead of delicately cradling Yuuri's chin, just his pointer finger touches to the younger skater's nose, pushing it up like a piglet, "I think I could earn a little discipline!"

Yuuri wrinkles his nose and bats his hand away, playfully, winding his arms around his neck. He gets a sly look on his face for a moment, which is the only warning Victor gets before,

"I thought you were going to be a bit more of a brat last time, to be honest. But then you got all sweet for me instead," there's something darker about the tone, possessive. "Are you sure that wouldn't just happen again?" he teases. Games of words are ones he knows Victor is going to win, the man can probably get him begging just by talking to him and they both know it, but Yuuri's starting to want to play more. He wants to share the things in his head, wants to try out the shape of the thing starting to form between them that's both incredibly kind and safe and dark in turns.

"I won't go easy on you, next time," this is him already being a brat, but it's all in good fun. He was not a cooperative person, but tie him to a bed and tell him there's only one rule, well, he can take that as a challenge. A delightful one, at that, Yuuri having performed amazingly. His fingers trace over hickies, reminding Yuuri of their presence, playfully vindictive.

"Still, I don't know if I can stop being sweet on you,"

"I don't want you to go easy on me at all," he purrs back, arching his neck to fit Victor's fingers more into those bruises. "Don't I keep telling you not to stop," he grins, and for a second, it almost looks a little like he's posing, "But don't stop being sweet on me either," he adds with a grin.

And then his brain does that thing where it catches up with his mouth and he flushes all the way down his chest. But he's getting a lot better about biting his lip and managing not to apologize or take it back.

Yuuri flushing hot and biting his lip gets Victor leaned in, suckling Yuuri's bottom lip away from his teeth. His fingers continue to trace the bruises, now hot with blush. Another lightning strike startles him and Makkachin, the dog flopping between them as awkwardly as possible.

"Makkachiiiin," Victor whines, grabbing the dog and hoisting him off Yuuri despite whimpering protests. He can't help but snuggle back into the dog when he gets a look at that cute face, Makkachin huffing contentedly once he's getting hugged again. Victor will give Yuuri a sweet look after, a little apologetic about Makkachin wanting to be in the way and yet also not willing to kick the animal out with the thunderstorm.

Yuuri really is starting to feel like Victor's awakened a monster. All they have done today is have sex and he's still finding himself moaning into Victor's mouth when his teeth close around his lower lip and then they're mouths fit together. It turns just a shade more desperate when his fingers move across the tender skin of the bruises, and it's all such a tiny gesture, really, but it's already got heat sliding through him, mouth opening under Victors--

And then he's laughing as they're both getting doggie kisses instead and his heart hurts with how perfect everything is.

It takes a bit of doing and maybe some tugging and repositioning, but he manages to get his arms more or less around both of them,

"There. There's no need to fight. I've got you both," he's got a little, warm smile on his face he seems unaware of. The whole thing would be ridiculous, except another lightning strike probably proves the wisdom of the idea.

That's how Yuuri ends up with two oversized poodles cuddled up in his lap. Victor's no better than Makkachin, practically fighting to snuggle in best and closest, giggling a bit at the absurdity. If he had a tail, it would be wagging for a moment so strange and sweet as this one. For all the talk of Yuuri making him feel human, Victor sure has the demeanor of a pet at times.

The room has grown darker along with the storm, slowly taking the calm blue light away. Maybe they should busy themselves with something else, but going out in that weather would be a pain. Victor doesn't think either of them can resist more sex if they're stuck inside.

"Should we flip on some lights, Yuuri?" It's a quiet question in the near dark. Still it's kind of fun without the lights, Victor touching along Yuuri's side, revenge for the blindfold.

Yuuri's gone back to drifting a little bit, petting through Makkachin's fur and Victor's hair, now, not really sleeping but not really fully awake either. He's got no idea what time it is or how much time has passed when Victor speaks-- minutes or hours-- but there's no real urgency. He has no desire to go out in the rain without a proper coat anyway.

"It's up to you. I don't mind," there hasn't been a crash in a while, just the steady patter of rain. In the dark, everything feels hushed and close, and the way Victor's petting him now is nice. He doesn't really want to give it up to turn on the lights, but if Victor would feel better with the storm or wants to, he's not going to protest, either.

"I hope the rain stops at some point. I wanted to either cook dinner or skate with you."

"Hmmm, it's slowing down, I don't mind walking in it if it's like this," not pouring and no lightning, meaning. The dark of it wouldn't matter once they made it to the ice rink, they could always hop in a cab to drive back if it grew harsh again. An umbrella and a couple coats, they'd be warm enough to get there to skate.

"Unless you'd rather stay here and have sex all day." He doesn't say it like a bad thing, but there is that teasing tone of Yuuri being seemingly insatiable now that Victor has got him started.

He doesn't know where it comes from, maybe it's the safety of darkness, maybe it's a growing sense of comfort with Victor, maybe it's that he's still partially asleep with his brain half offline. Maybe it's just that Victor's teasing and Yuuri can talk like this when he's not being serious, but can't when he is. Whatever it is, the results are pretty spectacular this time,

"Mmm... because you're so disappointed knowing you could just roll over and have me right now and there wouldn't even be a word of protest?" he catches Victor's hand, drags it down his body, "It must be just awful, knowing you could fuck me on every surface of the apartment all day and I'd be just fine with it. Poor Victor, stuck inside all day with your... your--" nope, there are things even Yuuri can't quite make himself say and he stutters to a stop. But he doesn't backpedal over any of the things he's already said, though Victor can probably feel his heart beating like mad under his hand, afraid he's gone too far even though logically, he knows he hasn't.

The train of dirty talk is magnificent and Victor's not sure where Yuuri's getting it from, but he loves it. His hands follow along where Yuuri leads them, groping over the flushed hot skin in the dark of the room. He nudges he lips up toward Yuuri's, their noses beside each other and his speaks hushed, close enough that Yuuri could feel the words as he spoke them. Just a slight bit forward and they would kiss, but Victor doesn't.

"My what, Yuuri?" he could think of a million sexually charged descriptions, and more than a million sweet ones, but he's curious what Yuuri shuddered to say. What did he want to be to Victor, in that fantasy?

"Your... your..." he shudders, tries to think of anything other than what he was actually going to say before his brain caught up with his mouth, something different to give Victor instead, but his brain's caught on it, there's nothing else. His voice raises a little in pitch, half choking it out, half panic, but he's still trying, which might be the most surprising part of all of this, even moreso than that he was willing to talk dirty to begin with, "t-total s--" there's a deep breath and he tilts his head back just a little to get that tiny bit more air, which brushes their lips together as he moves,

"slut of a boyfriend." He gets the last out in a rush and Victor can feel his heart pounding and the the tension, the way he's having to hold himself to keep himself from curling away or running or babbling something he doesn't mean.

But there. He's said it.

He wouldn't have a chance to babble or hide, because Victor is kissing him the moment's it's out of his mouth. The hesitation, contrasting the sheer lewdness of such an idea, is about the most charmed Victor could be. The spark of his attraction for Yuuri was in that, how Yuuri could be so innocent and yet so sensual. It was some kind of virtuous eroticism, that Yuuri had off the charts. Victor can only imagine it's any man's dream to have a partner both completely dedicated to them and also a complete whore for them. Maybe that would seem off putting to some, overbearing or too needy, but not Victor. Victor is a lonely puppy dog who will take every ounce of affection he can wring from Yuuri. He's kissing the man with passion, pushing him down against the pillows to drive home his enjoyment in Yuuri talking like that to him. He practically gasps for breath to finally break that long, deep kiss.

"I flipped your switch," he teases, voice gruff with his accent and the desire smoldering there, "don't stop until you're satisfied,"

Yuuri's kissing back passionately, moaning a little when he's pressed down a little bit. Makkachin is still right there on the bed with them, so getting too caught up seems like a bad idea, or at least an ill-fated one, but he hooks a leg around Victor anyway, pressing up against him, not necessarily really ready to push for another round so much as just needing touch, reassurance after managing to actually say something like that.

"Are you sure about that?" he teases, because now it seems really easy to say something less dirty, even if it's also embarrassing, "I've got years of wanting you saved up."

He doesn't miss how much him saying things like that turns Victor on, though. Kind of like the tailbone, right now, it's information saved away, but he won't forget, either...

"If I can't handle you, no one can," he'll say with complete confidence, ready to try and stand up to every bit of Yuuri's stamina. Of course, he's not yet aware what an asset that is. Maybe he'll be able to keep up by merit of experience and enthusiasm, but sheer physical endurance he lacks compared to his younger partner. They're going to need to test each out more, to learn those limits, Victor is pleased to think.

"I'm going to spoil you, so nothing and nobody could be better," he'll assert, nibbling Yuuri's bottom lip a moment, "I want you to long for me the way I'm going to long for you," because that's settled in, how much he's going to want for Yuuri when he goes.

Yuuri moans a little just at the words, body posture opening up even further underneath Victor, half goading and half enchanted already.

"You've already ruined me for anyone else," he murmurs back, looping an arm around his neck. "I'm going to want this every moment I'm not getting it," he seems to realize something and then chuckles, pulls Victor against him more with the one looped arm and leg, "But you should definitely keep trying."

"If you insist," Victor teases, because whoa what a burden. He's pressing his weight down on Yuuri, carding his fingers through the man's hair and he starts kissing him again. The whole of his body is flush with Yuuri, so much skin touching in the dark; their hands, torsos, groins, and legs. Victor's nearly hard again, tired and yet he can't help the arousal. Yuuri just make his blood rush hot and fast, ever word and touch sparking his passion. Once it starts spreading, it's wild fire and the only thing that could make him stop is Yuuri. He doesn't even seem to notice a stray roll of thunder, though Makkachin does, Victor needing to push the dog away by it's fluffy face, the poodle trying to squeeze between them.

"Calm down, it's alright..." a little disappointment to get taken away from the moment, but Victor needs to pet his dog calm again. Okay, maybe the only thing that can stop him is Yuuri or Makkachin. Just those, probably.

Everything is so perfect. He's not even really necessarily wanting to have more sex, only about half hard to meet Victor's, but he wants this so badly he can barely breathe-- just pressing, heated skin and the way Victor's mouth feels on his. He's moaning, tangling himself up in him, arching and pushing back, even though there's no destination. Everything just feels good.

And then he's laughing as they end up with Makkachin nearly pushing them out of bed and it hits him like a bolt out of the blue that he is really, genuinely falling in love with Victor Nikiforov. It shouldn't be surprising. He's been in love with him since he was a kid and that's, you know, kind of the entire reason he's here, actually. But there's a difference between that and this and it's not one he could articulate, exactly, but he feels it all the same.

So Victor might be surprised after being interrupted like that, that when Yuuri catches his chin and turns him back in for a kiss, it's slow and thorough and romantic.

There's a feeling like they're just on a pendulum, swinging back and forth smoothly between sexual and sentimental. Victor falls completely into Yuuri's hold, returning the soft and adoring kiss with gusto. He's trying to melt into Yuuri, cuddle as much into his skin as was physically possible. It doesn't even need to be sexual, despite his growing erection, he would be fine if this went absolutely nowhere beyond just touching and kissing so adoring. That really does seem like real, honest love to him.

"You're so amazing, my Yuuri," it's quiet words, whispered in the dark with complete sincerity.

Yuuri's happy to help him melt against him, pulling him down, tuck him against him to cuddle. He can't help but laugh just a little, soft and fond and kiss him again.

"Mmm... we have to get up if we're going to try to make it to the rink," he says it instead of accepting the compliment, but he also doesn't reject the compliment, either, which is actually a decent amount of progress.

"We should try to get up," Victor says it with uncertainty. He's not sure they can manage without throwing themselves against a wall or lounge, but they could give it a shot. He'll sneak one more kiss before adjusting, trying to sit upright again, pulling Yuuri along with him. At least without the lights, they wouldn't get stuck admiring one another, that's one less distraction for now. Makkachin gets a ruffle of fur before Victor is standing again, going to the bedside lamp to click it on. He braces for the light to be harsh, but the switch flips without response. He does it again, curiously, before moving to the bathroom. The flip goes up and down there, too, nothing.

"I think the power went out,"

They can't look at each other, but everything is warmer, closer, in the dark and, like when Victor was blindfolded, Yuuri finds that he's bolder like this, hidden a little already-- though there's still dim light from outside filtering in. He's pliant to Victor pulling him up, maybe a little clinging, just because he wants to be, but he lets him get up to check the bathroom when the bedside lamp doesn't turn on,

"You've got a sauna and a steam shower but not a backup generator?" Yuuri seems surprised, but he's also teasing a little bit, too, because Victor's not the only one who can sometimes be a bit of a brat.

"There should be a generator!" He's rummaging around in the dark bathroom, eventually returning with a pocket lighter and some scented candles. They're really all he had in way of extra light, at least they smell good, like peaches and cinnamon. He'll set one in the bathroom and bring one out to the bedside table, adding just a bit of warm, flickering light to Yuuri.

"Management may only be using it for the common areas, since it's for the whole building..." Or maybe it's just broken, Victor can't think of ever being in this condo during a storm of any kind. He's at a loss.

Yuuri just has to stop and catch his breath for a moment, when Victor brings the candle back into the bedroom, because he's completely gorgeous in the golden candlelight and he's just hit with another bolt of realization that this is real, happening. He's watching a naked Victor in his bedroom, from his bed, by candlelight. His breathing comes heavy and his mind can't seem to latch onto anything, spinning.

He realizes he's just staring, mouth slightly open and cheeks pink and tries to pull himself together, but it's not happening very quickly. Meanwhile, he's unaware that he looks extra virginal right now, gaping and flushed, the shadows hiding pieces of him, and somehow it's "worse" on the heels of his dirty talk of a few minutes ago.

That kind of "come hither" look is too much. Victor could very well hop back into Yuuri's lap, push him back on the bed, and do whatever he pleased. That's the kind of lost, pliant look Yuuri has to him, features soft as ever in the dull, warm light. Feeling lazy, in no rush, Victor reaches out to Yuuri's chin, brushing fingers along to tilt Yuuri's gaze up at him.

"What's that worried look for?"

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