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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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"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.

That honest and open joy in Yuuri's voice fills Victor's heart up to burst. He believes Yuuri, doesn't think he's being at all deceiving or exaggerating with the intent to take advantage of him in some way. He knows he's a sucker for it, but he can't help himself either. He wants for Yuuri too badly.

Separating his mouth from darkening another hickey, he'll sigh with some aroused exasperation. He eyes to the bedside table and reach for it. Luckily, they're rolled closer to Yuuri's side and he doesn't have to wiggle away from Yuuri gripping legs. He can grab the lube from there, glad it was so handy.

"I want to watch you, Yuuri," his tone is gruff, the morning still in his voice, making his accent thicker on words like want and you, making them heavier in the air, "will you tease yourself open for me?"

Yuuri's eyes go wide and it's the first time he's paused all morning to consider anything, looked hesitant. Really, though, he's just wondering if he can handle it. He doesn't want this mood to end, where everything feels wanton and indulgent and easy, but he's genuinely not sure if he can do that while Victor's watching him do something like that.

And then he's thinking about all the times he's woken up like this, too tired to feel shame about it, and done something similar while thinking about Victor and then he's nodding and reaching his hand out for the lube.

"It's going to be hard to tease at anything right now," he says, mostly to cover up the nerves, though at least half of what he's steeling himself for is how mind-blowingly good this is going to feel, everything still a little tender from yesterday, but in all the best possible ways.

Though Yuuri is clearly agreeing, the hesitation is apparent. Victor thinks about the room, how bright and open it felt, completely unlike the rainy day prior. The mood is close and intimate though, nothing like him throwing back the sheet and watching Yuuri from even a slight distance would be. He'll go the other direction, shifting the thinnest sheet over them both. Tucking it into the top of the headrest, he creates a bit of a tent over them. The light blue sheets cast a pastel glow onto Yuuri and it is too precious, he can't contain his grin at all. Beneath the sheets together, what could be more romantic?

"How's that? Just for the two of us," he'll lean in to kiss Yuuri, hoping the gesture is at least as caring as it is silly.

Yuuri laughs like this is silly, but he also seems to relax more with the laughter, leaning up for the kiss. He stays up on one elbow as his hand slides between his legs and this is kind of a weird position for him to be doing this in, for him, so he's kind of got to feel the whole thing out, but he's not hesitating anymore, just adjusting.

After yesterday, the slide of his first finger inside is easy, easier than he can ever remember it being, and he's a little bit raw and sore, but raw and sore in other places for other reasons is so much a part of his life that it barely registers. He makes a thin, plaintive little noise, but it's all for how good it feels, more sensitive than normal and in a different way. He shudders just a little and he's suddenly really glad Victor's letting him do this because he has the distinct impression that if those slender fingers were inside him, he'd completely lose control of himself in a way more liable to cause harm in the end.

As it is, he adds a second one too quick, hisses with it, but he can't help it, like he said.

"Everything feels different," he manages, because he realizes he's been making sounds that are all good, but do probably sound a little over the top for how little he's done, might be concerning, "More intense."

"You're tougher than I was!" Victor chuckles along with Yuuri, scooting down to grab Yuuri's pants at the hips and slide them all the way off his legs. It's a much better view, that way. He's not leaving himself dressed long, slipping out of his own pants, they can just get thrown out of the side of the sheet tent, discarded. He reaches to fit between Yuuri's legs, kissing the man's inner thigh adoringly.

"I didn't want to bottom again for weeks after my first time, but I had rushed it. Reckless teenager and all that,"

Yuuri is somewhat embarrassed that he hadn't even thought about his pants. Not because he was overeager, though it's certainly a sign of that, but because it shows how much Victor's gotten to him-- he'd told Yuuri to open himself up and so he had, without a single intervening thought.

There's once again that feeling of vertigo, like he's going to be panicking about this later, not because there's anything here he doesn't want, but because there's so much here he wants he's almost afraid of it.

And then Victor is kissing at his thighs and his legs fall further open even as he's flushing a bit in embarrassment. It's the first time it really hits him that, while Victor makes him more embarrassed than he can ever remember in his life, seemingly all the time, it's... different from his normal level of embarrassment, somehow. He doesn't understand what it is, certainly can't analyze it now, but it makes his cheeks burn and his stomach drop, just like always, but it also makes him stretch his fingers a little wider than he thought he was ready for, just to give Victor more to look at.

"I... kind of feel like... a reckless teenager," he manages, though he's having to work for air now, between his nerves and the feel of his own fingers

"Good, I want to fill you with that kind of passion," Victor's eyes flow over Yuuri's body, wanting to admire every part of him, but in no rush about it. It's a slow shifting of his gaze, between him leaning in to kiss Yuuri's skin, lips pressing into the firmness of his thighs.

"The kind you feel foolish about, but can't regret," he'll suck a hickey into Yuuri's skin, just above his knee on the soft, inner curve, "my absolute favorite kind,"

"M'not used to feeling foolish being a good thing," he gets out, flushed, though he's nearly derailed entirely by the hickey Victor's leaving near his knee. He shifts that leg out just a little more, clear invitation for Victor to do that again, lower, though he can't quite voice it just yet.

He's not quite ready for a third finger, even though he wants to be, and even if he were, he might drag this out a little at this point anyway-- he does want Victor to fuck him, very, very much, but he also likes him a lot right where he is, wants more of those bruises a surprisingly great deal. Even so, he gets a little more intense with the two he has in himself, less about what Victor can see for a moment and more about what he himself can feel, dragging them in and out across sensitive skin slowly, teasing himself a little, drawing out little involuntary shivers that he knows Victor can see.

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