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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's a mess of bruises and morning breath, he would argue, but he's hardly going to protest if Victor wants to look at him like that.

"I don't need you to, no," Yuuri leaves that open. He's still working on his words, it's just hard to tell when they're in the middle of having sex. He can't just ask Victor to carry him off to the bathroom because it's hot and it makes his inner fanboy roll over and purr. Neither are good reasons to want something, he tells himself. But it doesn't stop him from wanting it.

"Good, I'd rather you want me, than need me," he says slyly, crawling over Yuuri and off the edge of the bed. He's going to go ahead and reach to pull Yuuri into his arms, making certain his own legs weren't weak first. It's good to be free of the bed, though rather chilly. Even on a sunny day, it was colder weather than was comfortable and Victor didn't fuss with his thermostat after the power outage not long back, it completely slipped his mind. He hugs Yuuri close and moving quickly toward the bathroom, wanting the warmth of a shower as soon as possible. Not to mention what sticky messes they both were...

"I wouldn't mind making a habit of this," it's not all the different a scene from the morning before, except they spent more time in bed with the rain going on outside. Waking up beside one another, having amazing sex, and then carrying Yuuri to share a shower with him sounds like a wonderful routine to fall into.

This time around, he's more ready for it, when Victor lifts him, gets to enjoy it a bit more. He lets himself go a little more starry-eyed than normal like this, mostly because Victor can't see him as well, but is still so close. Yuuri leans his head against his shoulder and just relaxes into it, which is getting to be more the norm around Victor, now, but is still completely shocking to Yuuri every time he realizes he's done it.

There's a million things he could say about how impractical having this every day would be, not the least of which being if someone asked him to skate today, there's absolutely no way he'd be able to. But he doesn't say any of them because even though there's still that little spark inside him that says he really does still want to actually compete against Victor, he's also aware that talking about skating in the future is really tentative for him and he doesn't want to go down that path in a perfectly lovely morning.

"Me either. Though I have a feeling I'd get really spoiled really quickly, like this," he teases, warmly.

"I'm already feeling spoiled, you know how disappointed I'm going to be once you escape my evil lair?" He's half joking, but the truth is in there, how their inevitable separation is going to sting. Victor doesn't want to linger on that part, because they'd only be so far away for so long, seeing each other wouldn't be impossible. He'll add, "brace yourself for all the I miss you texts, I'll try to make them more sweet than pathetic, I promise."

He bumps the bathroom door open, passing through to the shower. Yuuri is again set down on the shower bench, Victor parting his hair to kiss his forehead.

"I think the part of the plan where you've corrupted me entirely has worked," Yuuri says it so matter of factly, it's clear that he doesn't consider it a bad thing, despite the word choice, particularly when he follows it up with, "In fact, you probably should just go ahead and put the lube in the shower, shouldn't you? We both know how this is going to go,"

Clearly having two orgasms before he's even put his feet on the floor (still technically hasn't) has made him sassy.

He's... probably not wrong though.

For such a sexy comment, the blush comes for the sweetness afterwards, though there's a little wince as he's sat down on the cold bench.

"They won't be pathetic," he answers, more seriously, "I'll need them." He doesn't have any way to really explain to Victor what this is going to be like for him, how difficult it's going to be in a completely different way from how it's likely to be hard for Victor.

"Can do!" he'll respond, because it works for both the comment about the lube and the comment about needing the messages he knows he'll be sending. He's turning on the steam and the water for Yuuri, but stepping out of the shower himself. He wants to grab them both toothbrushes along with Yuuri's sassy request. He'll return with toiletries in hand and a brush sticking out of his mouth. He passed a fresh brush and toothpaste to Yuuri, setting aside the lube because, while he suspects it will get used, he doesn't expect to be getting hard again before they've actually had a sensible wait. He brushes and stands under the water, sighing pleasantly as the warmth washed over him.

Yuuri sort of absently wonders if there's a point when he's going to get used to this new version of himself, when it's going to seem normal to make these kinds of comments. It's so much easier than it was two days ago that he doesn't even recognize himself, but each time he oversteps into something he never thought was possible, he feels this sharp sense of emotional vertigo. This can't last. And yet, he knows he's going to keep grabbing at it with both hands until it fades. Every single moment is infused with that-- the laugh when Victor hands him the toothbrush, how domestic it is, letting the steam from the shower wake him up while they brush their teeth together, everything warm and comfortable and yet feeling that frisson somewhere inside him watching the water slide down Victor's back.

Yuuri finishes brushing his teeth before he tries to stand up and his knees are a bit wobbly but he manages, getting under the water with Victor. There's a weird moment of hesitance before he touches him, less about his own nerves and more about feeling like he's disturbing a moment, but then he's sliding an arm around his waist and leaning in to lay his head against a shoulder, sweet and tired.

Words have never been his strong suit, but he's communicating just fine right now.

Victor will accidentally bump Yuuri in the forehead with the end of his toothbrush, gurgling a bit as he attempts to chuckle. He'll turn away to spit and rinse his mouth, but he's right back to facing his boyfriend after. A brush of Yuuri's wet hair and he'll kiss the spot he poked with his brush, laughing under his breathe at the little clumsiness. His arms are around him soon after, holding up any weight the younger man wanted to rest against him. With that kind of wake up, he'd be wobbly on his feet, too.

"Warm enough?"

"Mmhm," he manages. The little spot on his head will be a bit red for a moment, but he almost doesn't seem to have noticed that Victor even bumped him with it. (He did, though, and it's making him blush in happiness, because it's so cute and clumsy and human that he almost can't stand it.)

Yuuri's not sure how or what he's feeling at the moment. It's good, he knows that, but it's also... weirdly stretched thin. He's been out way beyond his comfort zone for long enough now that he just feels weird, pulled every which way and there's also a kind of physical sensation to go along with that-- worse in one particular area, but not limited to it. It's not bad though, it's just not a sensation he's used to, the culmination of a weekend's worth of enthusiastic sex, muscles used differently from skating, soreness settling oddly in his limbs.

The shower helps. Victor helps.

Everything feels so quiet, somehow, even though it's not any more or less so than any other point, and Yuuri trails fingers over wet skin, catching water in dips and following the flows, not to any end but just because he can, because somehow, he keeps being allowed to. He's aware he's gone too silent again, but he doesn't struggle for words. Victor's good at asking when he needs them and this is even more intimate than his hands, that he just trusts that, for a moment.

Yuuri might have guessed by now that Victor gets... uncomfortable, to say the least, in silence. He's constantly filling dead air with jabbering and chatter, trying to cover it up. It's trouble he has, a subconscious feeling that if there is quiet too long, he may as well be alone. Being alone isn't something he's afraid of, he's all too sued to it, but he deeply resenting appearing alone. His image was important to him, it set him apart and he curated it with care, the idea that it could be see through is terrifying. In a few short days, Yuuri has changed that, pushed the idea of his own appearance far out of the way. He wants to see and know Yuuri as he really is and be known.

Victor finds this notion terribly romantic.

That should all be pretty clear by now, so this moment settles in as a small breakthrough. Victor is also feeling stretched thin, emotionally exhausted, but in the best way possible. These last few days are a slap in the face for him, a wake up call that he's been struggling so long against his own loneliness that he didn't realize there was an alternative. All the joking about villains and heroes aside, Victor can't help the thought that Yuuri is here to rescue him.

So, in his own comfort, he says nothing. He lets the silence sit between them, relaxing and touching and being touched. Never has a silence been so full of adoration.

Yuuri just drifts for a moment, not really asleep but not really wholly conscious for a short while. Or maybe it's the opposite, maybe he's entirely conscious but the whole world is just the feeling of warm, wet skin, of Victor taking his weight, of not bothering with worrying about anything. He's not used to feeling peace, or being able to enjoy the moment, so he enjoys this one wholly, with everything. It's long enough Victor might be worried he's fallen asleep standing up, but then he shifts, finally, stretching up to pull him down for a long, thorough kiss.

There's too much going on with his emotions and blissfully too little going on in his head for him to even try to articulate anything, but the kiss is warm and intimate, the whole tangled mess and the silence and how good everything is poured into it.

Shifting and letting Yuuri stand on his own two feet, he'll meet the kiss with all the same gusto. There's an uncanny thrill to this moment, Victor understanding so many silly descriptions of being in love, in the moment. It's an "ah, yes" feeling, like it all clicks into place, he finally grasps how people could be turned insides out for another person. It's not a fleeting feeling, either, part of the overwhelming excitement is how this is going to last. Maybe not this exact moment, but Yuuri, he will get more moments like this later if he just holds on. The time between them being together will be painful, a test of patience, but the reward of seeing him again after time away is a glorious prospect.

He breaks the wet, needy kiss with a soft smile, petting a few fingers through Yuuri's bangs to push the hair back. Yuuri keeps commenting about how he's so plain, but Victor could stand and admire him like this for hours. Another kiss is being placed on Yuuri's blushing cheek, then another on his eyebrow, all strongly doting kisses, Victor cradling the back of his head.

"I... hm," he looks like something was going to come out of his mouth, but the water just seems to patter down onto them for a long while before, "I forgot what I was going to say," it was probably something he's already said, oh well.

"Hm," it's hummed in acknowledgement, "Then don't say anything at all..." it's gentle, more a reminder that Yuuri does a whole lot of not saying very much at all, sometimes, but it's also a reminder that Victor doesn't have to talk, that that's not something Yuuri demands of him. Idol or not, there's no need to be any kind of public persona, here.

Yuuri always has a kind of subtle "still waters run deep" sort of strength to him, but getting him to show much of it beyond that is always a bit like alchemy-- a mystical combination of factors that never seems to quite make sense. It happens here, too, him so physically exhausted he can barely keep his feet and everything warm and romantic and quiet. Something about the stillness has him pressing Victor against the tiles, slowly, but surefooted, while they kiss. His hands start cupped around his face this time, pulling him down just a little, but it doesn't take long before they're wandering and Yuuri does still shy away a little sometimes, but right now there's no hesitation at all in his movements.

In a particularly pliant mood, Victor is falling along wherever Yuuri pushes or tugs him. He'll feel the cool tile on his back and he's nudged back against it. The hands exploring his body are warm and slick from the water falling over both of them from the rain shower head. His kisses back are languid and tired, indulgent in how needless they are. Victor feels so satisfied it's difficult to
think he's ever been without this intimacy, a blissful lack of hunger that makes him momentarily forget his own past. The only thing that matters right now is Yuuri's touch.

"Do you want to clean me up?" He'll pry, "or do you plan to make a mess of me, first?"

"Can I?" there's a little raised eyebrow to that and an experimental, also completely unhesitant, stroke to Victor's cock. It's somewhat coy, rather than asking permission-- Yuuri's already halfway to hard, so him teasing Victor about potentially being too tired to get it up is definitely a bit tongue in cheek. Also a long, long way from where they started.

"You should turn around," there's no hesitance in the request, either, and if Victor does, Yuuri will nudge his arms up so Victor can fold them against the tile and lay his head on them. The position feels lazy and indulgent, even with the chill of the tiles, Yuuri pressed warm against his back, taking a moment to knead tension out of Victor's shoulders, then the tops of his thighs.

There's something delicious in following Yuuri's commands. The man was a fan of his, so he'd obviously be aware of how notoriously uncooperative Victor is. The obedience is all Victor can think of to surprise, following the request without word or question. The closest he gets to a catty response is a cock of his head to one side, over a shoulder, eyeing Yuuri expectantly. He rests his head onto his own arms tense at his neck before the touch urges him to relax into the feeling. His ass is jutted out, legs also somewhat tense before Yuuri's hands are on them. There's a tempting swivel of hips, his butt moving along with a bounce of his knees, one then the other. It's not quite the same as grinding back against Yuuri, it's too playful to be all that intense.

There's an answering expression there, that says that Yuuri's catching on, slow but sure, to the fact that Victor's kind of brat in the bedroom, even when he's being compliant. There's a whisper of a desire, there, to do something about that, but Yuuri's still not quite there, yet, isn't quite sure enough of his own ability. The look though, says pretty plainly that Victor's planting seeds that will bear fruit later on.

Right now, though, the mood is much softer, more indulgent, and Yuuri doesn't rise to the bait. In fact, he's taking his time, even with Victor making motions like he'd like him to hurry it up more. He does, however, move almost solely to massaging Victor's thighs, with particular attention to the muscles on the inside. He knows those hurt a lot on him after a day of skating and the Grand Prix isn't that far behind them. They're probably still sore.

He does not consider how their other activities might have affected that, but he'd only be more determined to work some of the tension there out if he did.

Much as Victor could act impatient with his teasing, he is quite pleased with the slow pace. Yuuri is clearly taking his time to familiarize himself with Victor's body, to savor and understand him. It gives a certain lasting quality to their intimacy, not just a rush of passion to be tossed aside when it's not longer an immediate thrill. This is effort and longing, setting Victor out and waiting for him to boil over. The massage is more appreciated than he first considers, legs soon feeling weak from the relaxing digging in of fingers to his skin and muscles. Victor's moans of approval escape his smile, as he breathes out, unable to keep much of a view on Yuuri with his back faced to him. It's not going to take long for VIctor to be fully hard again, panting into his own arms the more aroused he gets.

Yuuri takes his time. He's had a thing for these thighs for as long as he's had a thing for anything at all, so it makes sense that he would want to appreciate them. Even still, he does have a destination in mind, and so there's some lube, eventually, and he palms Victor's ass finally with one hand while he's slipping one finger of the other into him, working slowly. There's no rush at all, after all. A moment later, he leans in, nuzzling into the back of Victor's neck a little,

"I like this. You're so quiet," it's kind of a weird thing to say, makes it sound a little like he doesn't like Victor talking, but the tone is so soft, sweet, that he hopes it comes across that he's flattered, pleased that Victor's enjoying himself enough to not need to talk, to tell him what to do, that he's comfortable enough, himself, to not need to be goaded into anything.

"Wow, rude..." he doesn't mean it in any sincerity, it's a teasing tone right back to match Yuuri. He had been moaning, a clear sign of his approval, but he still had it in his mind from yesterday. Don't give any orders, let Yuuri explore for himself.

"Do you only like my voice when it's begging for you?"

"I like your voice all the time," Yuuri says, sweetly, but there's something more darkly teasing when he adds, "The begging is a bonus." There's another little nuzzle, a soft kiss, but one that lingers on the skin, "Mostly I just like knowing that I can get you that way," he admits, out loud, because today is apparently going to be every bit as full of surprises as yesterday was.

"It makes me feel like I actually have any idea what I'm doing," the tone is self-deprecating but in a laughing sort of way, there's no teeth in it.

"You're amazing, my Yuuri," Victor responds to sweetness with sweetness, it can't be helped. His title of playboy gave people the assumption he was spoiled on every variety of lover there could be, but that's simply not the case. He's full of gratitude that Yuuri is allowing all this, teasing him, charging forward despite his fears. Victor wants to reward that, prove there's nothing to be afraid of. It's a give and take he hasn't had before.

"I've never had someone so giving, so intuitive, it's purely addicting," the word has stuck in his mind, Yuuri really thought of just the right turn description of this thing between them, "we just work, like we were built to fit each other,"

Because apparently Yuuri doesn't like not immediately setting new records when he has the opportunity to, the way he pushes that one finger in deep for a moment, along with the purr in his voice definitelysets a new record for him for saying something unexpectedly sexy,

"In more ways than one," it's teasing but even so, he can't believe he actually said that. His brain, though, is just kind of idled somewhere tired and content. He should be worried Victor's going to take that the wrong way, but he's just... not. He's not sure if he really can accept the compliment, the thought that he's somehow unusually intuitive or giving, but he doesn't fight it, either, believes that Victor believes it, believes that for some reason, he's being allowed to do this, have this.

He adds another finger on the heels of that comment, with some more lube, but he's definitely taking his sweet time working back up to more. In fact, it might even start to seem suspiciously like he's goading Victor a bit, more towards that begging he was talking about.

Victor twitches and writhes against Yuuri's fingers inside him, but he's pliant and relaxes enough that's it's an easy preparation. His legs quiver despite their athletic strength, knees tilting just a bit in on themselves, trying to hold himself up. Yuuri's getting very good at pressing his buttons, this time intentionally. The fact they've done little else but have sex this whole time is a whole other aspect. It's steadily frying his nerves, inside and out, making him all the more sensitive to each touch and thrust and caress. He twitches and pulls one of his arms out from under his head, needing his palm flat against the tiles to steady his balance.

"Yuuri, please, I want your cock inside me,"

"Do you?" it's obviously rhetorical and a moment later Yuuri brushes teasingly against his prostate, light enough that it's almost possible to believe its a complete accident, but for the timing. Yuuri's still not very good at being explicit, but given a moment to think his way through a thing, he can do with tone what a lot of people might do with profanity,

"How badly do you want it?" it's teasing, but not in a mean way, clear that half of what he's doing is asking Victor to beg, but the other half is that he's telling him it's okay to-- he's told Victor to be quiet when he's trying to be more in control of things than he's asked him to talk, so it's also permission. He's feeling more sturdy about himself now, he can handle it.

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