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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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"Of course! I don't know when you're going to find the time, though. There's almost no time before Nationals and you'll have Europeans, too. I... wonder if I could manage a stop over coming back from Nationals, though. I'd have to fly the wrong way around, but it's so far anyway... what's a few more hours."

He can't help but grin and tease a little, though,

"But I'm just in the shared dorm, with Phichit. We have our own rooms, but everything is tiny. It wouldn't be like staying here."

"If I can find the time, I'll take the chance to come see you, promise," he smiles, chuckling at the comment about the dorms.

"Sooo, you're saying you'd want us to be quiet?"

"Victor, you couldn't be quiet if your life depended on it," he teases, lightly, but then there's that sense of things spilling out of his mouth, again, before he can think them through, "It's... I think I'll probably be weird about it at home because everyone there's known me since I was a kid, knows how I've always felt about you. But uh..." he flushes, "No, you can be as loud as you want in Detroit. I'd love to show you off."

He's going to blame the wine. Or the being tired.

It's still the truth. He just can't believe he said it.

"I prefer to be loud, but I can be perfectly quiet! I'm up to the challenge," he lets on of his hands slide gently down to rest in the crook of Yuuri's neck, light enough it shouldn't sting any of those bruises. Well, not sting them too badly. His other hand presses his thumb to Yuuri's lip, sliding along it flirtatiously despite how damn tired he was.

"Or you could just keep my mouth occupied,"

The noise Yuuri makes to Victor sliding his fingers across the marks he's left is only not a moan because he loses his breath at the thumb to his lips, color rushing to his cheeks and dammit why is it so easy for Victor to do that? He's so tired, really does just want to curl up in bed and sleep for hours, but he can feel his body responding to Victor anyway. Even in a mild bit of exasperation at himself, though, he likes it, isn't used to feeling this way at all, much less so much and so easily, and so while he might be rolling his eyes at himself a little, he's unresisting, doesn't even attempt to hide how much he's already melting under the touch,

"That... won't work," he manages, though it's a little breathless, "Then what do we do about my mouth?"

"Well, either I have to pleasure you speechless," Why? Why is he doing this? He doesn't even know, he's dead tired, but it's so natural, so impulsive. A moment ago it was all I'm glad we're done for the night, I'm beat,
completely exhausted. Now, he's got his hands on Yuuri and his voice is purring out the dirty images in his mind.

"... or, your mouth has to be busy, as well,"

Yolo, that's why.

Yuuri's just moving closer because he's tired and Victor is warm. That's why he's shifting into his lap, thighs parting, knees on either side of his hips. It has nothing to do with the way Victor's touching him, nothing to do with wanting to shift his hips slowly on his lap, to feel the way their muscles move together, slow, between his legs.

He is fooling no one, not even himself, not even a little.

"Or you could gag me," he's too distracted by trying to convince himself that slow grinding on Victor's lap was somehow not either a good idea or what he was doing to mind what he's saying very much. It's just a natural progression of the conversation.

Victor's definitely not leaning back because he wants to give Yuuri all the room possible. He's defintely not glad that he already pushed aside the bowl of food so there wasn't anything between. The only reason he's now rubbing both hands down Yuuri's open thighs is because the man could fall over, he needed to be steadied!

Yeah, this is happening again. Denial just sounded silly. Victor's lips are nearly on Yuuri's, hands guiding the grind of hips down into him.

"That's no fun, a gag does all the work for you," he'll tease, "I like watching you try. You're so determined, it's the sexiest thing,"

Yuuri's already making soft little noises, the opposite to the conversation they're having, little barely vocalized breaths, in time to the slow, rolling motion his hips are making. He would say they're acting like teenagers again, unable to even so much as get their clothes off, except nothing about this feels like the desperation of being a teenager. Everything is slow, warm. He leans his forehead against Victor's,

"Ah... So we weren't both talking about our kinks, then?" it's said teasingly, and a bit distractedly, but there's just enough seriousness there that it's certainly a possibility that Yuuri's just outright asked Victor to gag him.

"Oooh," he coos, knowingly, chuckling a bit after he's teased, "just gagging or do you want me to tie you up, too? You liked doing it to me, after all."

Clearly, this is a thing for Yuuri, Victor can catch on to the easily enough. Bondage wasn't his favorite, but it was fun and he knew a bit of it. Yuuri makes it incredibly hot, but Yuuri had the same sentiment about Victor and spanking. Sometimes it just works with someone.

"I've never really thought about it," he breathes, but it's not him hiding or demurring, it's just the truth, "until just now, but... probably? Trusting you like that... without any way to protest..." not that he's protested anything, but that's the point, isn't it? He doesn't believe he'd need to.

He doesn't add that it would also be something of a relief-- to just get to have something happen and not have to worry at all about his own reactions, having to speak, having to control anything. He likes what they did before, too, when Victor let him do whatever he wanted, wants more of that as well, but the thought of being able to just let go, because there was nothing he could do is... really appealing, actually. His anxiety is way more based in what people think of him than bad things happening to him, after all. The thought of removing that entirely is heady.

"You'll need some way to protest, but it can be unobtrusive. If you had no way to say stop, I'd be worried the whole time," Victor has to make that a boundary, he won't go ahead with anything that put Yuuri into a position where he had no way to hit the breaks. The trust between them is already impressive, but he wouldn't be able to relax or enjoy a moment of something like that. He'd be wracked with concern the whole time, even if he knew Yuuri should be fine.

"So considerate," he doesn't really mean for it to be mocking, exactly, but it is timed with something particularly dirty that he does with his hips, so Victor would be forgiven for thinking he was making a little fun of him. He's got a warm grin on his face, though, blush high on his cheeks. He's not sure if grinding on the sofa is the right time to be working out the details of something like that, but he does also think it's sweet that Victor's so concerned.

Really, Victor's probably more concerned in general with Yuuri's safety in all of this than Yuuri is. Yuuri's a lot more worried that Victor will decide he doesn't want to do any of that at all than he is Victor hurting him while he's doing it.

"Besides, since when have I ever told you to stop?"

He's just going to keeeeeeeeep right on blaming the wine and the exhaustion for his mouth.

That's just it, isn't it? Victor's worked up this trust by being concerned, so far. If he had been flippant and not cared, Yuuri definitely wouldn't feel as secure as he did now. Working up a foundation of trust is important to Victor, but he's failed at that a few times in the past and is trying to do better now.

"That just means I'm doing well so far!" he chuckles, "want to know my darkest, most embarrassing secret? Though, maybe Chris already told you,"

"Hmm... okay," he settles a little more against Victor. This is... kind of nice, actually. He's definitely aware he's still on his lap, more all over him than he's been over someone in his life, talking about them tying him to his own bed back in Detroit, but there's just... no urgency. Everything's warm and nice and they're definitely going to have sex again at this point and he's a little heated and tingly for it but there's no rush either.

"I don't think he told me?" he jokes.

"You'd know, if he did, he'd have gone on and on about it," that asshole, ahem. Victor chuckles, he's blushed with embarrassment to admit, "I used to be really bad in bed. Just shamefully terrible at it all!"

This face, Victor. A lot of this face.

"I find that somehow very hard to believe."

He can see why Victor actually wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea in bed as it is-- honestly, if Victor had come onto him like this in Hasetsu or literally anywhere else where he could have run away or slammed the door in his face, they would almost certainly not be doing any of this. He really is a captive audience, all joking aside and the absurdity of the situation is at least 2/3rds of what's allowed it to happen in the first place.

Him not wanting to stop? That's all Victor. Or half Victor, at least.

"Good! I wish you wouldn't believe it!" Victor laughs, his fingers sneaking under the bottom hem of Yuuri's shirt to tickle over skin.

"But I was, I used to be entirely selfish and boring in bed, I didn't have any natural skill to back that up. The worst part was nobody told me! Not a single one, so I had no clue how bad I was for years, nobody ever wanted to be honest..." this is behavior he has over corrected for, becoming cloying instead of assuming everything he does is perfect. It's a miracle he's meeting Yuuri after getting over himself some, he doubts Yuuri would fall in love with the person he was when he was younger.

"So, that's why I ask and ask and will keep asking about what you like, okay?"

Yuuri considers that a moment, humming just a little and choosing his next words carefully,

"Victor... it's... all of that is very sweet and I appreciate it, but..." hm, how does he even put this? "It... kind of makes me anxious when you do that, actually," he fidgets, "We don't... in Japan no one really talks this openly about things and I'm a little more used to it because of Detroit but..." he laughs, softly, "If you were asking these kinds of things normally, I'd probably be too nervous to even talk to you. And there's a lot I don't know and I'm shy. So. I think you can stand to be more selfish, honestly, not less."

There's a pause, because, well, there is one more thing, actually,

"Just uh... I really didn't like it when you left me alone with Chris before. It felt like you abandoned me. Like you were choosing something for me because you knew better than me. I... had a panic attack while you were in the shower," Yuuri's quick to add, "I mean, it's okay! I'm not mad about it! But I guess just... that kind of thing matters a lot more to me than you asking me about stuff in bed. That's all."

"I didn't know that happened! Yuuri, I'm sorry, I wouldn't abandon you... wouldn't mean to, ever," well, he is relieved Yuuri actually told him, if he found out about that any later he'd feel extra terrible, "I'll try to keep it in mind. Forgive me if I ever forget, if you need to remind me, kick me over it if you have to..." he thinks a moment, before a sigh and that quirky smile.

"Do I need to shut up as often as you need to speak up? Sounds like we have the exact opposite problem between the two of us,"

"I don't think so. I like that you talk. I like that you're..." he can't think of exactly how to put it, "... um... kind of a lot?" look, he's trying here, "You're louder than my brain, and that's a good thing. Just... I..." he fidgets because he's not sure how to explain.

The difference between fidgeting and grinding at this point, though, is basically semantics and the expression on his face.

"I know I'm basically stuck here until my passport gets sorted and that I spent a lot of yesterday crying on your dog, but I'm not helpless or weak or stupid. Just... if it's just us, treat me like someone who's perfectly capable of kicking you over something if I don't like it, okay?" he uses Victor's own terms, hopes he'll get it better that way. "But uh... check in with me with other people, maybe? I get really uncomfortable..." He's not sure if that really makes any sense.

That actually makes complete sense to Victor, he nods, pressing a quick kiss to Yuuri's nose.

"I can do that," he could say more, about how he doesn't think Yuuri is weak and his temporary helplessness is just a matter of circumstance, which Victor knows he's taking advantage of to a certain degree, though he means the best by it. He could say that they're both stupid, because only fools fall in love, especially so fast.

He won't, though, there's no need. What he will do is hoist is arms under Yuuri and pull him close as could be. It's a little awkward as an embrace, but he's moving after, scooting forward from the sofa and standing. Yuuri is following in his arms, Victor straining with a laugh to carry him.

"Since it's just us two, I'm taking you to bed,"

Yuuri shrieks maybe a little, but he's also wrapping his legs around Victor's hips (and oh yes, pole dancer, remember?) and winding his arms around his neck, laughing.

"Don't drop me!" he warns, but it's very clear that's not the same thing at all as put me down. True to his word, he seems perfectly fine being hauled off to bed rather than being asked about it.

"I won't! I've gotten a fourth wind after that food!" he's only a bit breatheless on the words, carrying Yuuri ever so carefully to the room. He has to nudge the door open with his hip, glad it swings open without a hitch. When he's at the bed, it's still all rumpled and messy, but at least it's dry. They're going to keep making a mess of it, what's the point in changing it now?

He'll flop forward with Yuuri, letting them both tumble and bounce into the mattress together. Sheets and pillows flop, some falling off the bed, but it's Makkachin jumping up with them a moment later, greedily trying to get in on the affection.

Yuuri's laughing as they bounce off the mattress, pulling Victor into a kiss that's heated compared to how silly he's being. But there's just something hot about being carried off to bed, even if it's mostly silly and there's now a giant poodle in bed with you.

He doesn't unlink his thighs around Victor's hips, even as they're now rolling around in bed. He's fighting a little to end up on top, but he's not fighting very hard, mostly wrapped up in kissing Victor and laughing.

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