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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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Any other time and Victor would have lost his mind laughing at that. He knows Yuuri is immediately knocked out of the mood when he does that, that it makes him rethink what he said and get embarrassed. Luckily Victor is so keyed up he can't do more than play into, arching his back as far as he can, trying to nudge Yuuri inside him any little bit more. A mild chuckle to go along with his teasing tone should play into the absurdity, nicely.

"I don't mind, if you come first," puns are sexy, right?

Yuuri is the one that laughs this time, forehead pressed to Victor's back, but he's pushing back in while he does it, so it's pretty clear he doesn't consider it to have broken the mood this time. There's another long, slow push, followed by that deeper grind at the end,

"I'll take it under consideration," he says, and it's too formal but, for once, that seems to fit into the mood rather than make him feel awkward about it, particularly since he follows it up with, "I'm pretty sure I could do this for a while, though..."

He hasn't turned the water off yet, and it's not infinite, but he's thinking about it. He's actually a bit curious how Victor will respond to that-- they haven't managed to really have slow sex, yet, just a lot of sex.

Once Yuuri laughs, then Victor can't help himself, either. It's a great feeling though, loving and adoring, enjoying a moment of humor in all the intensity is as much of a turn on for Victor as anything sexy. Yuuri teasing that he wants this to last does remind him of how weak he legs already felt at the start and how extra strained they were already.

"Your stamina... is absurd, my Yuuri, my legs won't hold out,"

"Does that mean you want to stop?" the way he says it is teasing, not like he's actually concerned. But whether Victor wants to keep going or call a stop to it, it's pretty clear Yuuri's going to make him beg for it.

Consider it revenge for all the talking Victor's made him do. He's not going to go easy on you, particularly not after that gold medal comment...

"No, no, my Yuuri, just have some mercy," he begs out, legs wiggling his butt, Yuuri still deep inside him, "I can't hold out so long, I want you too much," don't make him collapse, please, though part of him does think that would be pretty hot, probably not too functional.

There's a pause, because this is maybe a little further than he would normally take things even in this mood, but in the end, everything's so playful that he's not really worried about the consequences anymore,

"Would you have mercy on me?" he hasn't moved back out again, staying in deep.

"I wouldn't dare," Victor huff out with a laugh, bemused, "when you keep telling me don't stop,"

Yuuri laughs to that, too, feels it bubble up and out and this is too good, can't last, but he wants it to so badly. He lays his cheek against Victor's back, which is thoughtlessly intimate, almost cozy, with the steam around them, and his fingers rub circles on his hips. It's sweet and warm and nothing at all about it changes when his fingers grip just hard enough to hold Victor in place for him to thrust once at a more normal pace, which probably seems twice as rough as it is for how slow they've been going.

Yuuri doesn't respond to the comment, but it's clear that, once again, Victor's figured out the perfect thing to say.

The ever so sought after and quicker thrust causes a deep, loud moan. It's the kind of noise that echos in the shower chamber, along with the squeaking slide of Victor's fingers down the tile walls. Quivering in anticipation for more, Victor moans again, preemptively and instinctual. The soft touch is comforting, but damn does he want that surge of intensity, too, yearning for it. His playful brattiness has pushed him into a corner, he can't very well demand Yuuri just fuck him harder already, not without more teasing or seeming petulant. It's kind of what he deserves, so it's not a lasting annoyance. Begging is what he has, giving orders isn't going to work.

"Yuuri, Y, Yuuri, my Yuuri, please, more,"

There's still a part of him that wants to drag this out, just because he can, just because he knows Victor will protest a little but won't actually fight him, because he wants to keep going. But, like most of the time with the two of them, the pull to turn this into something more immediately intense is just too strong. And there's still that little voice in the back of his head, the one that is desirable only because it's tempered with love and a growing, deep care, that says he really likes having his lifelong idol at his mercy like this.

So he grips at Victor's hips a little bit harder and shifts how he's standing so he can thrust in more smoothly. It's still probably not as rough as Victor wants, but it's definitely a pace now.

But then again, if he gave him what he wanted right away, there'd be nothing left to beg for.

Yuuri really is getting the hang of what gets Victor off. There wasn't any trouble before, but it was almost incidental, sometimes a plain accident. Now, it's so clearly deliberate for Yuuri, that Victor is all the more turned on. His moans pitch higher, more needy and often, gasping and whimpering as his hole is fucked relentlessly. The wet slap of skin and ever present pattering of water off their bodies is lewd and intimate, competing with the sounds escaping Victor's flushed red lips. His cock still hung hard between his legs, ignored by touch beside the water trailing down him.

He knows he could reach to stroke himself, give himself that extra spike of pleasure. Yuuri would probably tease or scold him, want him to ask first. He's not sure which is hotter to him at the moment, begging to touch himself and hoping to be rewarded or to simply do it and be denied or admonished. Or spanked as punishment.

He could really go for being spanked, damn.

There's no bad option, among those. So, he rather deviously reaches to stroke his dick. Yuuri is treated to the sight, Victor needing to shift his position just a bit more sideways, ass tightening as the rest of him opened up a bit more, to give him room to jack his own cock.

Yuuri's brain isn't really there for the spanking thing, at least not at first, it's just been added to his sexual knowledge as something that's interesting or fun and not something that crazy people do. He's pretty open minded (surprisingly so) about trying new things, but he hasn't had a lot of time to process anything yet, either. But Yuuri does, almost completely instinctively, get the power give-and-take that's happening--

-- And stops.

He's about halfway in, and his grip on Victor's hips isn't too tight, but if he has to raise bruises to keep him from squirming in the moments right after he does, he will if there's no choice to keep him still. There's a beat and for a moment, it's got to maybe feel like Yuuri's suddenly realizing what he's doing and panicking-- but he's not. He's way too caught up in the moment for that.

"I thought my cock was the best. Did you change your mind?" he sounds serious, though it must be teasing. Also, he just said the word cock without a struggle, so this morning continues to be full of surprises.

"Mmmnphh, Y, Yuuri," he moans as he's left half buried into, held still enough there's only a little squirm Yuuri needs to resist. Victor's stroking slows, but he won't stop, stubborn and needy, deliciously choked on his own words. There's a growl of frustration, but it lacked bite. The place Yuuri chose to stop was still jabbing just above his prostate, which throbbed with want inside him. The pressure is just off where he wants it, temptingly present without being satisfying enough.

"You're holding out on me, I need more, I need your cock more,"

"That's funny, because it looks like you prefer your own," he's still usually going to stumble all over the actual dirty part of dirty talking, but Victor is learning quickly that Yuuri is actually really good at the more subtle kinds, has a way of hitting just the right tone to make something sound exactly like what it is.

And then, sometimes, too, his mind is capable of making some leaps that other people wouldn't and while he has a tendency to overthink things after he does them, or before he does them, if he can be caught in the moment, he's actually pretty bold about things. Victor's going to probably have to reassure Yuuri after this, but he gets at least part of what he's going for, because Yuuri swats him on the ass after that, not really quite hard enough to be a spanking but hard enough that Victor can tell he's testing the waters of that, something done quickly, before he can think too hard about it. It's coupled with a teasing,

"Hands off. Or you're going to make me think you don't want it at all."

"Aah! Haa, Yuuri, hai," he'll confirm as sensual as possible, the small bit of Japanese moaned out with his thick accent. The little swat to his ass is a taste and he wants more, nothing wrong with being explicit about that. Fit it into the game they're playing, he thinks. His ass wiggles again, rotates from side to side while still held in Yuuri's grasp, grinding the man's cock around inside him. His hands are both back on the wall, holding him up as he looked over a wet shoulder, all lust lidded eyes and soaked hair sticking to his face.

"You'll have to, k, keep spanking me, or I won't learn my lesson,"

Oddly, that makes Yuuri laugh all of a sudden, tilting his head against the back of Victor's shoulder again and he shakes his head slightly,

"You really don't know how to not get exactly what you want all the time, do you?" it's almost more surprising than his dirty talking a minute before. Although he's obviously not angry, it's clearly critique all the same, and a relatively serious one at that, and it's a bit joking-but-not-jokingly huffy. "Someday, I want to find out what happens when you're not able to turn a situation into exactly what you wanted all along."

He does pair that with giving Victor what he wants in the form of another, much firmer, swat along the same side of his ass, though, so it's pretty clear his grumbling isn't the same as a "no".

The sharpness of Yuuri's critique does something funny to him, twists him up in a way he's not sure he's felt. He can't quite process it in this moment, it's too fast, but his mind will wander back in a quieter time. For now it makes him croon a little joking, a little awkward, not having words to respond. That's quickly cut off by the swifter, more forceful slap to his ass. He yelps, most cutely and unguarded, legs trembling as he pushed his butt back for more.

"Y, you like to give me what I want, don't you?"

"I like watching you get what you want," is how he answers back, low and surprisingly heated against the back of Victor's neck, considering that he'd been critical a moment before. There's something possessive in the tone that turns it a dark kind of sexy, probably as surprising to hear as the the critical comment the moment before. His mouth is kind of running on autopilot at this point, he's not thinking about what he's saying anymore, not really.

"You could have just asked, you know," he's still got the tone, can't wind up for a really solid slap with these angles, but definitely makes an honest go of it this time, not testing any longer when his hand lands on Victor's ass, "Instead of goading me into it."

"H-aah!" Victor yelps out again, but it turns into a purr soon after the slap lands. Yuuri should enjoy the feeling of Victor's ass tensing after each slap, then relaxing again. It's a pulsing sort of sensation around Yuuri's intruding cock. It's a wonder Victor can sound so completely undone with each cry out, only to moan out more filthy talk.

"It's m, more fun, to rile you up, of course,"

"Hm. Is it?" it's hard to say if he's skeptical of what Victor is saying, or if that's supposed to be a very round-about way of saying he doesn't think it's more fun. The smack he lays on the opposite side of Victor's ass probably doesn't help to make it any more clear, not when he follows it up with a second immediately on the heels of the first and then grips at Victor's hips to grind in deep again for a moment after that, which has to sting a little since it presses him against Victor's ass more.

"What else would you goad me into doing?"

"Yes! Haai! Aah! Yuuri!!" the thrust is like a slap itself, their skin striking together with a wet sound, nearly rolling Victor's eyes back. His jaw is falling more slack, the water makes it difficult to tell if just that is rolling off of him or if he's drooling by now. He had to lean onto the whole of his arm, needing to use his elbow as a brace against the wall when Yuuri fucks him like that.

"M, making me sore, making cum from it, oh god,"

It shivers through him for the first time in a while that this is Victor Nikiforov that he has possibly drooling and definitely borderline incoherent in his own fancy shower. From his cock. From him hitting him. There's a sharp feeling of vertigo, but this is happening and backing down now is impossible. And he doesn't really want to, anyway.

It hits him like a second bolt of lightning that he's having fun.

On the one hand, of course he's having fun. He's having sex in a fancy shower in Russia with his lifelong idol. On the other hand, how often is something genuinely fun to him, and how likely would it be that it would be, of all the things in the world, spanking Victor Nikiforov? But here he is.

He's not sure, even now, if he's ever going to have a mouth on him during things like this like Victor does, but he feels like now maybe he's getting used to letting his actions speak for him. Like pulling all the way out so he can get a better angle for a few more strikes on either side of Victor's ass, and then holding him open, roughly, by the reddened flesh to push back in again in a motion that isn't unnecessarily rough but is also not slow anymore, either.

Yuuri works like magic, seemingly every damn time they have sex. Victor doesn't know if it's natural talent or good instincts or if Yuuri is just secretly really very experienced and even better at feigning innocence. It doesn't matter in the end, because Victor's being left suddenly quite empty, wobbling without Yuuri press against. He thinks to look over his shoulder, but then he's being struck, over and over, taking each slap with a loud cry of delight and anguish. Even though none of them land directly on his tailbone, they're close enough to shake up his spine. When he's so distracted and reeling with the feeling, Yuuri grabs his hips again and jams the whole of his fat cock back inside, what feels like directly into his prostate, pushing him up onto his tiptoes with the force.

Can he even be blamed for coming that very instant? It's too much, surprise after surprise, anybody would burst like he does. His moan is held behind a sharp bite to his bottom lips, which he'd incidentally sucked into his mouth as he tried to catch even a single breath back in. He lands back on his heels with a graceless, little thump, somehow managing to stay up on his legs despite not feeling much of them anymore.

Yuuri would have said that he wasn't particularly close to the edge before doing that, more teasing than anything else, still reeling a little from their earlier activities. But it turns out that being buried deep in a previously near-to-screaming and currently coming Victor is a pretty good motivator.

He still isn't so close that he can manage it right away, not from the one push in, anyway. His hands gentle a little bit on Victor's ass, but he doesn't go particularly easy on him, either, while he picks up the pace and fucks him in earnest, chasing down his own orgasm before either of their legs give out. He's maybe not quite as attuned to potential discomfort on Victor's part as usual, but he's capable of stopping if there's a protest, of course. But he's not expecting one, not after the last thing Victor had said.

Protest is the last thing on Victor's mind as Yuuri continues to ravage him. He's not so much knocked offline, like Yuuri tended to be, as he's actually thinking too quickly to make words out of any of it. Even if he could, they'd surely be in Russian, and there's not bothering with that. The orgasm was so intense, he can look down and see his own spend sticking to the tiles lining the shower wall, sinking slowly down. Yuuri is still fucking him and every part of him both can't believe it and also enjoy every moment of being taken in such a way. His mind races with arousal-- he's relentless, I can't keep up, he's too much, I love him, don't stop, don't stop, please, it's still so good-- and he can't do anything but moan and nurse his lip, which tasted like wet iron.

Did he break his own lip, biting on it? It crosses his mind, but it's gone as quickly as any thought. Yuuri better finish soon, before Victor scares him by thoughtlessly spitting blood.

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