emberossing | for wauuu

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.

He had planned to trail hickies all long the insides of Yuuri's legs, so the positive response is noted. He'll moves just an inch further in, sucking longer, leaving a deeper mark. If Yuuri is going to open up for him, greedy for more, then Victor is only going to be more covetous. This skin is his to mark up, just his. A bit of surprise to him, how much that idea shoots right to his cock. It's not something he's had before, this kind of desire to claim, but he feels it with intensity toward Yuuri.

"I'm not used to feeling possessive, but I don't think that's bad," he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of his inner thigh, leaving another mark, "I hope that's flattering, because I don't want to share you, my Yuuri,"

Yuuri makes a little noise for the second mark, writhes just a little at the combination of that sensation with his own fingers and he feels that sensation again, creeping up his spine, suffusing through everything. It's the one where if someone asked him something like "do you want your boyfriend to spank you?" or "how do feel about rough sex?" he would turn red and shake his head and would say he didn't like it very much. And that wouldn't be a lie exactly, he doesn't think. The thought of anyone else leaving hickeys up his thighs like this wouldn't honestly be a good one. But it's different like this, it's different when it's happening, it's different when it's Victor.

Victor sinks his teeth in again and Yuuri keens a little for it, and it unhinges his brain from his mouth long enough for words to slip out without his permission,

"It's not bad. Please... please... take more of me, claim me," that's stupid, he's bad at this, but the words keep coming anyway, "I don't want there to be any doubt." That's maybe too honest. He means other people looking at him, but he also means himself.

There's no such thing as too honest, for Victor. Not at this point, when they've already released passionate cries of I love you into his apartment air. Those words linger around as if palpable, ideas that Victor can feel prickling his skin. If there is doubt, he's facing it with reckless abandon. This moment is good and right and even if it all fell apart for some reason he'd not change he mind about that, looking back.

"You're all mine, I'm taking every part of you," there's no more caution in his voice, no if you allow me, because that part is implicit by now. He has to trust that Yuuri will push him away if he doesn't want something, respect his agency in all this. The only hesitation he should have is the kind that makes Yuuri shiver, the kind where he's so stunned by Yuuri it scrambles his brain, make him stop from sheer wonder.

Eventually he's going to be embarrassed about how wanton he's being, but there's no room for that right now. His own fingers are wet inside him and Victor's mouth is inching lower down his thigh and saying he's his and he's sort of distantly aware that they've done it again-- that this was sleepy and tender and now it's this, possessive and heated-- but he also loves this, so he really doesn't care.

"Please... all of me..." he's got no caution left either, nothing to hold back, and, in the moment, that's not anything frightening. He needs more of those marks along his thighs. He needs Victor to prove that Yuuri is his. He spreads his legs a little more, knows what it looks like, but can't help it. "More."

"Move your hands, I'll finish you up," he's getting more lube, but pouring it directly to Yuuri's entrance. If the man cooperates, he's pressing his lips and them tongue directly there, again. It's the softest and sexiest way to prep, he can't help it! The angle is different from how he did it before, his nose nudging against Yuuri's perineum, tongue sliding inside with the aid of the vanilla lubricant. Unlike the hickies, he's perfectly gentle with his mouth, knowing Yuuri must be extra sensitive after yesterday.

He slides his fingers out with a low groan, half pleasure and half pleading and then Victor's got his mouth there again and he's almost sobbing from how good it feels, deliciously sore and wet. He's distantly aware that he's making little wounded noises, shivering every time Victor's tongue glides along him or into him, that his hands have risen up to clench in the pillows, but he can't even think over how good it is.

He feels completely obscene like this, spread out, Victor's tongue rubbing inside him, everything raw and slick and the touch itself so soft, and he whines, wants even if he's not sure if he's hoping Victor does this forever, until he goes crazy from it, or if he wants more.

The whole scene is fantastically lewd and Victor doesn't feel an ounce of shame for it. Both options sounds amazing, especially with the noises Yuuri makes as he plunges his tongue in deep and out again, twirling and lapping the hole as it twitched around him. Making Yuuri lose it from this is so very tempting, he might even fall to that temptation, he can't make up his mind just yet. It's too good for the moment, making Yuuri's clutch the pillow and whimper and shiver from pleasure. His own dick throbs between his legs, deprived of the earlier touch, but Victor likes that denial. It makes getting what he wants so much better, when it's all his to take. Prepping Yuuri is about as far from a chore as possible.

He can't form words, thoughts, anything. All he can do is feel and shake like he's going to fall apart as Victor works his tongue deeper, laps and rubs. He's loud, desperate, cries falling out of his mouth like Victor's pushing them out of him the way he's working his tongue. His cock's dripping, aching, but he can't even spare a thought to unclench one of his hands from the pillow to wrap a hand around it. He can't spare a thought for anything, his entire world is Victor's tongue, how involuntary everything feels. There's nothing holding him down or preventing him from doing anything, but he's held completely immobile from pleasure, not capable of doing anything but letting Victor have whatever he wants.

So very tempting to make Yuuri cum right then, abruptly start stroking him off or rim him to completion, but Victor realizes he doesn't want that. He doesn't want to just watch and keep denying himself, he wants Yuuri. He wants the man to come with a cock buried inside him, very first thing in the morning.

As close as he can get Yuuri, he'll get him, before sliding his tongue away completely, lapping over his own lips before reaching to lube up his cock. There's a moment there, for Yuuri to see his intentions, to protest if he doesn't think he's ready, but Victor's taking all that pleasured screaming out as a go ahead. His cock is pressing to Yuuri's hole next, raw and wet, ready to slide inside with one, smooth motion if there's no resistance.

Yuuri doesn't quite fall over the edge, but he can feel himself bump right up against it, half a second from toppling over, over and over again and he teeters there a second the last time, before Victor pulls away and he makes another sobbing noise where he's not sure whether it's relief because the pleasure had been so intense, or crying out at the loss of it.

There's absolutely no protest. For starters, Victor's all but destroyed him at the moment, he might not actually be capable of protest, speech. His head's spinning, he barely knows which way is up anymore, but as soon as Victor's cock nudges at him, he lets out a pleading little noise, and then another choked scream when he sinks all the way in in a single go. The orgasm that comes immediately on the heels of that surprises both of them, Yuuri's eyes going wide with what sounds like a little shriek, too shocked to be embarrassed that he basically just tipped over the edge just from being full.

Watching that is a dirty dream made real. Yuuri's pleading expression, the surprise on his face, abruptly coming all over himself without any help from a hand on his cock. He watches the shock linger on Yuuri's expression, which seems even more intense than the other times he's been knocked offline by an intense orgasm. Victor wants to move, of course he does, but he can be patient. The feeling of his cock buried hilt deep inside Yuuri, while the man twitched around him, tensing up and then relaxing, it makes hims groan in the back of his throat.

"Haa, my Yuuri, you're so good," he must praise, talking rough and dirty as ever, Yuuri having done just what he wanted and that's just so satisfying to witness.

"Oh my god," he manages, voice rough, breath coming in pants, "Oh my god..." his brain hasn't fully caught up with what's just happened, it's so sudden, there's no embarrassment in the first set of words and if there's maybe a little bit in the second, it's more like he's huffing out laughter and then he's winding his arms around Victor's shoulders, fingers gripping at him, "You can move," he manages, able to form words again, though the way he's stringing them together isn't entirely coherent, "I want you to move... I want... want," for once, he's not struggling to get the words out past a mental block but a physical one, can't seem to get enough air, can't seem to hold onto the thought, is already trembling a little, hips writhing just a tiny bit without him. He manages another deep gasp of air and even though he loses the front half of the sentence instead of the back half, it's enough,"... you to fuck me."

It's not the best example of talking dirty ever, but Yuuri sounds so pleading about it, and he's not only managed it but managed it without having to really work to get it out.

"Good, I'm going to make you all mine," he's pulling Yuuri down some, curling further over top him him so his cock could angle down into him, with delicious intensity. If Yuuri's legs were any higher it would be like a mating press, which... actually sounds perfectly suitable and hot for the moment. He shifts just a bit more, thankful as ever that he'd found love with another skater, that means flexibility. It's not too fast, he's slow with his pace, just heavy, wanting to really fuck Yuuri into the mattress with each thrust of his hips.

It's a bit of a stretch, like this, but it's delicious and he squeals softly when Victor pulls him down the bed a little, bends him nearly in half so he can thrust deep. Everything's one kind of sensitive from being stretched out the day before and another kind on the heels of orgasm and he can't seem to stop shaking. The first thrust rolls his eyes back and drives the strength half out of his arms. He manages to keep one around Victor's neck, but the other drops to the pillow with a thump.

"Yours," he manages to get out, even though he's barely holding onto words at all with Victor driving in like that, slow and intense, "All yours..." he wouldn't really need to say it, considering how obvious it is. Victor's cock in him is enough that he can barely move, can't even keep his arms around his neck.

"All mine, my Yuuri," he's hunched over Yuuri as he pounds into him, picking up pace just a bit from his own desire to not hold back anymore. He wants to fuck Yuuri absolutely speechless, senseless even. He's damn motivated to give Yuuri the kind of pleasure he can't get anywhere else, keep him all to himself just like his string of dirty growls were saying. The possessiveness is fierce and so novel for him, Victor wants to hold onto it. He doesn't want the intensity of this to fade. His lips are pressing against Yuuri's neck, just trailing along without any more force, his breathe hot against skin.

"Even when we're apart, you'll remember how I'm, haah... I'm the only one who's made you feel like this,"

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