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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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Yuuri says something that's a slur of unfamiliar vowels, but is probably ohayo on some planet where people only talk out of half of their mouths. He pushes closer into warmth more readily than his conscious mind registers waking.

Yuuri sleeps without moving a whole lot, maybe only one or two flip overs in the night and while he is amiable to being snuggled, he doesn't really seem to seek out snuggling a whole lot in his sleep or while going to sleep. Waking up, however, he is clearly something like an octopus, seeking to get himself as tangled up with Victor as possible.

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The extra greedy cuddling is just delightful to Victor. He's adjusting himself as much as Yuuri might need or want. The younger, sleepier man gets some doting kisses to his forehead and hair, Victor letting him bury down into his chest for a warm embrace. This is serene, Victor could wake up tens of thousands of times more just like this and it would be brilliant each time.

"Don't want to wake, my Yuuri?" he coos quietly, petting his boyfriend's back soothing. If he was going to fall right back asleep, so be it, Victor could lay still and enjoy this longer without a fuss.

"...keep having the best dreams..." the way it's murmured and the way he snuggles in deeper, it's completely impossible to tell if he's awake enough to tease about how he still can't believe any of this is happening, or if he thinks he's going to wake up from this back in Detroit. Either way, even though he doesn't open his eyes, he raises his head for a lazy, early morning kiss, messy because he doesn't have coordination for it, but thoughtlessly intimate.

Victor allows the kiss, accepting the sloppiness of it with a smirk. He's more careful, slow, wanting Yuuri to wake up at his own pace. The words are all too cute, they certainly agreed on how surreal this all felt.

"Much better than a dream,"

Yuuri murmurs something to that, but it's lost against Victor's mouth, then the skin of his neck and then Yuuri's stretching in his arms, which involuntarily rubs his legs all kinds of interesting places, the way they're curled together. He opens his eyes at the end and Victor can watch his go wide as he processes where he is and who he's with. It's a lot like yesterday morning, really, but this time he looks more excited about it than disbelieving,

"Oh wow," is that teasing? Probably not, but it easily could be taken that way, "Good morning."

There's a withheld gleefulness to watching the surprised and then wonder wash over Yuuri's face in short order. Victor couldn't wipe the smile from his face even if he tried, only biting his bottom lip to try and contain himself and keep the calm feeling of morning in tact. Nuzzling close to Yuuri's face with his nose, the feeling of their skin from top to bottom is everything Victor craves.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mm. Really well," Yuuri's all tender and vulnerable in the morning, without any of the usual tension, "But I think you're right. Waking up was better," his mouth is warm and he's still lazy about the kisses he's still mouthing on Victor's neck, unfocused about it. But... even so, he's also not really trying to not leave marks, either. He's not building to anything, but he's also not being careful this morning, either.

"I'm glad," he chuckles a bit, Yuuri's lips tickling him just slightly as they trailed over his skin, "can't remember who fell asleep first, so it must have been me,"

"Mmhm. Right in the middle of me trying to get you to have sex with me," he confirms, but the tone is obviously more sly and teasing than offended, even if he wasn't so warm and curled up with him at the moment.

"Is that what happened? How shameful of me," he'll tease right back, adjusting his weight before abruptly rolling Yuuri onto his back. On top of his younger boyfriend once more, he'll take advantage of being all tangled up together to grind down against him, expecting Yuuri to have woken up as hard as he was. Even if not, he assume it won't be long, given how they've been so far. A less than sneaky kind of kiss to Yuuri's lips before he'll go on.

"We'll have to pick up where we left off,"

Yuuri goes with the roll easily and he's already rocking his hips up into Victor's grind down. Whether he woke up that way or not, he's definitely hard now, and he definitely didn't wake up shy. Maybe Victor finally fucked some of his nerves out of him-- or perhaps it's the sweeter thought that he feels safe enough to open up more.

Or maybe those parts of his brain are still asleep.

Whatever the reason, there's no hesitation in him, arms winding around Victor's neck,

"Absolutely shameful. Unable to go a sixth time in a single day after spending half of it on the ice. You should make it up to me," he teases. If Victor even looks for a moment like he's taking the things he's saying seriously, Yuuri would be all apologies.

"Would it have been the sixth time?" he'll ask with that teasing edge, just slightly disbelieving, he's nibbling on Yuuri's lower lip, "You've shattered my record, I think it was three,"

"Mm," Yuuri confirms, is bold enough to flick his tongue against Victor's mouth for a moment, when he releases his lip, "We were at three before we managed to eat breakfast. Well..." he flushes, "I was, anyway." But it wasn't like Victor hadn't worked for the other one. He grins, winding his arms around Victor's neck a little more.

"Are we breaking this record today?" He'll kiss back, more sloppy, more tongue mingling with Yuuri's as their hips grind. Yuuri's erection in his own yoga pants slides against Victor's, slow and savoring. There's no rush and it's wonderful...

"Records are made to be broken, aren't they?" he says, teasing, sly, "But then, I'm also not in a hurry... You feel so good. This feels so good..."

"I'm ready for you to break all kind of records, with me," Victor agrees with all the words being said, the praise of how good it felt to be close, grinding against one another first thing in the morning. There couldn't be anything better than doing this first thing.

"No need to rush," he'll say, despite reaching down to peel Yuuri's pants away, revealing his hard cock before doing the same to his own. No need to hold them together given the position, weight gave them all the friction they could need, "but I am impatient..."

Yuuri lifts his hips eagerly to the tug of pants and moans at the press of skin, any hint of shyness nowhere to be found this morning. The only thing that maybe shows more of his normal ramping up that he usually seems to take before he can be more enthusiastic is that he's less touch-based with his hands, winds them loosely around Victor's shoulders instead of caressing him. But everything else is completely relaxed, easy, to the point that he even hooks one leg around the outside of Victor's, pinning him in a little so he can arch a bit more, roll up into the friction between them.

"Me too," he admits, as if there's any doubt of that at the moment, the way he's moving his body against Victor's. "I want you."

"Maybe I am still dreaming, you're too perfect," Victor is smiling to kiss Yuuri again, deepening the kiss along with the roll of his hips. The slide of their cocks together isn't the dirtiest thing they've done, but it feels so lewd first thing in the morning. He hasn't even gotten a complete look at Yuuri today and already they're trying to get off together, sucking each other lips between sweet nothings.

There's half a thought to asking for something else, more, half because it already feels like forever since one of them's been inside the other and half because he wonders how quickly Victor could prep either one of them if Yuuri begged for it, but this is also so, so good all on it's own that he also doesn't want this to end. He doesn't know why something like this feels quite so illicit, but he's right there with Victor. Maybe it's just that it's so spontaneous, like they can't even bother to wake up all the way, can't wait long enough to have any kind of more involved sex.

Yuuri stretches again, not without thinking about it first, but not as an affectation, either, hands sliding up over his head to elongate his spine, head falling back for a moment. He makes a little satisfied noise when he does it and as he relaxes back down, he hooks the leg not around Victor's leg up around his waist instead, still lazily, but it shifts the way their cocks are rubbing and he moans,

"I could maybe start liking mornings if they're like this."

As Yuuri stretches out, Victor can't help but pepper his neck with kisses. He lackes any teeth, all soft lips to trail along the path of hickies, now beginning the fade from dark to only a blush of red. He knows he'll renew them before too long, but not yet. He just wants to kiss and throw his hips more languidly against Yuuri's. The opening up of his hips, legs outstretched around him, makes it easier to move and Victor doesn't miss a beat. His cock head, wet with the precum, he's not sure whose, is rubbing from the base to the tip of Yuuri's cock and back down. There's still no rush, but it feels so much better with the added motion.

"I'd wake up early everyday if I could savor you like this,"

Yuuri moans to Victor's mouth on his throat and he's just still clinging to sleep enough to not care how loud he is, what it might look like to bare more of his neck while his hips chase Victor's.

"Yes... oh, I want that..." the first maybe isn't so surprising-- Yuuri's good at saying yes even when he's shy, but he doesn't even stutter, purrs out want from somewhere breathy in his chest. "Every morning... just like this..."

Words are suddenly easy and that's definitely not going to last, but it's probably worth egging on a little while it's happening.

"To make you cum, each morning, would be so satisfying," Victor's rhythm is a bit quicker as he gets more riled up, talk always does wonders for him. It also helps that, like Yuuri, he's still somewhat hazy and the calm carelessness of it is so relaxing he wants to fill it with tension. He wants to build up Yuuri just like he got built up, then enjoy that release together. Three times before breakfast, at the least, maybe more. Records should be broken!

Yuuri makes a little pleading noise to Victor's words, always reacting so well to the dirty talking from Victor, even when he couldn't usually manage much of it himself. Even now, he's not quite as explicit, though he's certainly much more so than normal, but it's the tone, needy, half-moaning trying to get the words out, that gives the words weight.

"You could wake me up like this. It would feel so good, to wake up with you already inside me."

While Victor could rattle off about the importance of consent and how they'd really need to talk about that particular fantasy much more before actually trying it, he's not going to shatter the mood like a complete idiot. It's a ridiculously hot thought, that's what matters, the idea Yuuri would be so comfortable he'd agree with Victor doing that to him, using his body in such a way. He hums against Yuuri's skin, practically growling in approval.

"My cock hits all the right places, doesn't it? You enjoyed it even for your very first time," he's caught on that Yuuri is into this teasing about his virginity. The good, pure man falling apart from his first taste of pleasure is an arousing idea, of course.

"Now you can't get enough,"

If Victor did feel like arguing, he'd probably just get a slightly snapped That sounded pretty much like explicit consent to me, which might, ultimately, be worth stopping the sex for if they were already on round two or three before breakfast, because Yuuri's cute when he snaps about sexy stuff, indignant and determined about what he wants, but also battling his own shyness. But this is definitely better for the mood of the rest of this, this time.

And he's definitely into the idea of his own "corruption". He doesn't actually think about it that way, exactly, but there's just something about it, some perfect combination of possession and something illicit, something freeing, like admitting he can't help it makes it easier to not care if he's being weird or stupid, that drives him almost immediately crazy. And there's no denying that this is addicting though that's more than just the sex, is everything about this, gluttony after years of not even knowing how starving he was.

"Yes..." it rides a moan out, turns it into a little hitched noise, "More... more. Can't get enough of you. Can't help it..." From someone else it would probably sound a little over the top, but there's a sweet, enchanted sincerity to Yuuri's voice.

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