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Yuuri cracks open his eyes, blearily, to an unfamiliar ceiling. His head feels like it's either on fire or full of bees or possibly both and his stomach does a slow, sickening roll as he opens his eyes, but it settles, at least for the time being. Not just his head but everything hurts enough that, at least at first, he more just moves on auto-pilot, looking around for his glasses and taking what is obviously a pair of Paracetamol on the bedside table. There's a little note with them but he doesn't parse either the message or recognize the handwriting, so he just drinks about half the glass of water and looks around.

Memories leak back in slowly-- Vicchan, the competition, calling his mom, going back to the room, Celestino insisting that he had to go to the banquet afterwards, possibly worried he was going to do something stupid if he didn't. But he remembered saying no and refusing to open the door. So... shouldn't he be in the hotel room?

This is not the hotel room.

In fact, he swears he's seen this room before, somewhere, actually, but he's too tired and bleary to figure out where. So he just walks over to the bathroom, which he, for some reason, is able to guess the location of, and splashes water on his face rubs at it until he somewhat resembles a human being, and then goes in search of more clues to where he is.

The bedroom door creaks open and there's another sense of deja-vu as he looks around the apartment it opens on, but the pieces refuse to slot into place.

"He-Hello?"

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"I think I've been called both those things, before!" Victor giggles along, smiling soft and a little sly to feed Yuuri. It's a little sexy, but more than that it's intimate. The fact that Yuuri is allowing himself to be doted on is a sign of their comfort. It swells in Victor's chest and yet, it's just a simple thing. Not a spark of desire, but a smolder of warmth and adoration.

There's not much difference for him between something that's sexual and something that's intimate-- not really because he doesn't understand there could be a difference, but because with maybe the exception of Phichit (and they've never done anything like this), there's not really anyone in his life he's intimate with. That's the kind of thing he's usually uncomfortable about and with, so Victor's really the first source of either thing, so it's all linked, muddled up.

It's good, though, good enough that he relaxes into it, even though it feels a little bit silly, doesn't reach for his own fork until Victor tires of it (if he even does-- if he doesn't Yuuri's fork will go unused, he's definitely not going to protest)

"What's something you haven't been called?" it's both curious and a little teasing.

Well, that's too good of a set up for him to not make a joke.

"I don't know, maybe daddy?" he laughs, he has to go for the double whammy on that one,

"Just kidding! I've definitely been called that one!" ZING.

You're trying to kill him, aren't you, Victor?

Yuuri nearly chokes on some of the pasta at the first one and then definitely chokes on it to the second, though he manages to not make a huge deal out of it, somehow. He does end up drinking maybe a little more of his wine at one go than he means to, though.

And then his mouth runs away without him again. He's definitely blaming the wine, regardless of the fact that he's really barely had any,

"Does that usually go with the spanking, or do you have other kinks I should be warned about?" he teasing, obviously, but he's also maybe just a little bit curious, too.

"Ha! So Chris didn't tell you everything! Bless him," he'll swirl up some pasta for himself, perfect content to feed them both. After he chews and doesn't choke on his food, he'll chuckle.

"I have a lot of kinks! They're fun and entirely opt in, I assure you." they're no fun if they're required or his partner felt like they had to go along with it. Yuuri was adaptable, so far. "Nothing too crazy, I don't think."

"Like what?" he sounds more genuinely curious than teasing, shifting to curl a bit more into Victor's side, to make it easier for him to feed him. It seems like a good time to talk about something like that-- he feels warm and surprisingly stable for how hard the drop had been when Victor had left him. But that's over with now and right now he's warm and cozy and comfortable.

"Hmmm, spanking is my absolute favorite! I won't lie about that, though I guess some people consider dirty talk a kink, but that's just what I do normally," he doesn't think that's really all that kinky, that's just sex for him....

"Ooh, dressing up, too! I love costumes. I was sorely tempted to skip the rink once you started looking at my old catalog the way you did,"

"I don't know if I would like spanking all on my own, but you uh... make it really hot," he manages. It's hard to think of his own kinks because he's had so little to go off of, and he knows what's sexy in theory isn't always in practice. He also just doesn't have the same breadth of knowledge. But it's easier than he thought, to give his opinions about what Victor's talking about, "I... um... I really like the dirty talking though, even though I know I'm lucky to even be able to say two words in a row, much less say anything sexy." He's blushing, but he's trying not to hide, at least.

"Costumes...?" he's never really thought about that before. "Like... just ice skating things or other things?" he's trying to wrap his head around that.

"When you talk it's magnificent, but there's something about your silence I love, too. Like I've wound you up so much you can't even think," that's very hot to Victor, appealing to that tricky pride of his. Yuuri's silence didn't come across as disinterest, far from it, more like overwhelmed. Either way, Victor is pleased, he likes feedback.

"Any clothing, really, I love it," he slide some pasta into Yuuri's mouth, "you'll have to see me in a skirt sometime,"

"It doesn't feel like it's magnificent. I feel silly. But it doesn't seem silly when you do it..."

And then Victor is trying to kill him with food again, and Yuuri nearly chokes again at that,

"In a... skirt?" Okay, he's never thought about that before, and how wide his eyes go show it, "But that's... you mean dressed up like a girl. That's a... thing? Isn't that... kind of humiliating, though?" Yuuri's a figure skater-- he's definitely got a bit more leniency in terms of gender expression than a lot of people, hell, he's less than a year off from asking his ballet teacher to teach him how to dance like a woman. But it's definitely something that he's been teased pretty brutally about in school-- dancing, ice skating, that he's smaller and softer spoken than a lot of the other guys. There's kind of a knee jerk reaction about it, a fight to be more masculine in other ways, to not let feminine things happen outside of practice. It's not as bad, in Detroit, but there's still definitely some of that.

Thinking about it as something desirable is something completely foreign and new.

"It is silly! It's always silly, no matter who does it or what they say, but I like that," dirty talk is charming to Victor, there's no way he thinks it's actually serious. Even when he's being smooth as butter about it, if Yuuri laughed at what he was saying he'd just grin and rethink it and probably laugh along. Yuuri doesn't have that, not yet, but maybe he'll be less conscious when the have the time behind them to be completely comfortable. The shock and disbelief over something as low-level as a skirt does make Victor tilt his head. He didn't think it was that scandalous, especially considering which of Victor's own costumes was Yuuri's favorite.

"Some guys like the humiliation angle, I've played into that before. That's not really how I feel about it. I just think it's cute and teasing to wear something unexpected, to put a different frame around yourself. You've never worn effeminate clothing?" it goes without saying; Victor loves to show himself off. You don't become a performer without some spark of exhibitionism in you and Victor has a whole forest fire.

"No, never. I... uh..." he ducks his head a bit, openly embarrassed for the first time in the conversation, "The other boys at school already teased me enough with the ballet. I definitely wouldn't have wanted to make it worse." Maybe that explains the ill-fitting clothes and the horrible suit and the drinking and the kind of shaggy, forgettable haircut all in one go. He definitely gives off a kind of younger charm, but it's undeniably boyish, even to the detriment of him looking good or seeming to possess any style whatsoever.

Then again, he's also voiced almost no protest to Victor's yoga pants and oversized sweaters, so clearly there's more than one impulse going on here, because the only other person he's known to dress like that is Minako.

"That's a shame, you're so cute I'm certain you would look irresistible. Maybe they had a crush on you!" bullying never worked on Victor, he just pushed harder into whatever he might have been teased over. Fully owning his behavior made it difficult to shame, but he had always been a gale force wind of self confidence.

"Not that you have to put on anything you wouldn't like to," he feels that should be clarified, since they veered from Victor wearing a skirt to Yuuri doing so, "and I certainly wouldn't mind if you wanted to bully me... actually, you already did! Tying me to the headboard like that!"

"Don't. Please... don't say that," his voice is flat, "They... beat me up about it more than once. I think it would have been a lot worse except for Takeshi-san. He's one of my friends back home. He was bigger than..." Yuuri has to snort a little, "Well basically everyone. So they left me alone when he was around. But he wasn't always around."

There's a long pause,

"So... so don't joke about that, okay? It's not funny. I'm really lucky they weren't ever smart enough to figure out they should just break my leg or my ankle."

"I... I'm sorry, Yuuri," yeah, wow, he didn't think that would be there. Isn't that just how it goes, though? Everybody has their landmines, Victor can only try to piece back together after stepping on one. An honest apology is important.

"I won't joke about it again, I promise,"

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"It's okay," he really does sound like it's okay, "It was years ago, you know," he leans up and kisses him, slowly, careful to not disturb the food, "I just can't really quite laugh about it, but I don't think about it much," he says when he pulls back, settles back down.

He waits until Victor feeds him another bite or two before he looks up. It's deliberately through his lashes, but he doesn't realize how good it makes him look,

"I wouldn't mind dressing up though, I don't think, if it was just for you. Seeing you like that... I can't really even imagine it."

"You won't have to imagine, I can make it happen for you to see," Victor says with fondness, feeding Yuuri another bite before taking one for himself. He's glad to be forgiven so easily, to move on and enjoy this cozy moment again.

"You will look stunning in my old costumes, I know it."

Victor didn't know and he apologized, that's easy to forgive and forget. Yuuri is always such a strange mix of strong and fragile-- he can talk about getting bullied in school and what had to have been a number of minor injuries at least, and not really feel that at all anymore, beyond that he can't joke about it either, but Victor leaving him to deal with a social situation on top of the hardest emotional drop he's ever had to go through is something that he's still kind of working through in the back of his head. Yuuri doesn't really understand why, either, though, so he's trying not to dwell on it, even though he knows it's something he's going to churn over, resurfacing every now and again as he works through it.

"I... think I'd like that? I've never really thought much about it before. It feels... a little silly, to be honest. But I want to see and make sure," and now, because the door's open, "I really want to try on your costumes, though," he flushes, but he doesn't try to stop how eager he sounds. "Um... I'm... uh..." this is harder, but he's determined, after all, Victor went first in sharing his sexual desires, even if he's naturally more open about them than Yuuri is, "I'm... kind of glad to hear that you're thinking about that in more sexual terms. It was going to be really hard for me to not..."

"You would have gotten turned on wearing my costumes, regardless? That's so cute," he's really into this image, can't wait to see it in person. Yuuri, hesitant and eager at once, slipping into his wardrobe. Looking at himself in a mirror and getting aroused, the fabric clinging to him from top to bottom, straining around his erection and making it impossible to hide. Victor would devour him, practically, he can't resist when shown something like that.

"I enjoy mirrors, too," since they're throwing out kinks and ideas, he might as well get that one out there for consideration, "what do you think about watching us together?"

"They're yours," he starts with, but he keeps going because that's not all, "I mean, you wore them. And they're all... clingy," he's flushed and he's actually hopeful that maybe Victor has the words for this, because he wants to express this one, he just doesn't have the vocabulary for it. Because it's a fan thing, but it's also... not a fan thing. Or it's a much more physical kind of a fan thing.

Actually, no, he knows exactly what it is, but he has to think backwards, which means Victor suddenly gets a slightly breathless bit of Japanese,

"Kan-Kansetsu... ah... nani ga..." he knows all the words (the second word is easy) he's just never had to translate this particular phrase and it takes a moment, "Uh... It's an indirect kiss?" he tries. He's pretty sure that's the translation, but he's got no idea if there's a similar concept in Russia or not. He's not even really sure if there's one in English.

Victor is listening, because he doesn't really get it.

But then he catches up! Like being excited when someone lets you share something of theirs, but it's more important because it's them! His mouth just sits open a while, speechless.

So, he goes all soft and wet around the eyes. He very deliberately picks the bowl of food from between them and puts it on the coffee table, out of the way.

Because he's soon overcome by how much he needs to just grab Yuuri and cuddle him a bit too hard.

"That's the cutest, the cutest!"

It's maybe a good thing that Yuuri was trying to muddle through it, because he probably would have gotten more nervous seeing Victor with his mouth open. But then Victor's going all wobbly eyed and then he's being almost violently cuddled, except it's so nice that he doesn't even mind, can't mind.

"Like that," he says, and then flushes, because he has to finish, "Only... uh. Everywhere." Every part of that costume would have clung to Victor while he skated and then it would be all over Yuuri and... He's flushed just thinking about it.

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1/Probably 4

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4/4 that was very necessary

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