for wauuu

[emberossing]

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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[wauuu]

When Yuuri leans back against him, Victor can't help but sway them side to side. It lightens the action, turning it to a dance, somewhat more respectably than just grinding into each other. Victor hums against the abused skin on Yuuri's neck, mouth creating some soft music to move them to. He'll ask, being smart about it, smiling against the other man as his sink directly down into Yuuri, almost muffled by how close they were.

"What, I'm not distracting you, am I?"

[emberossing]

Yuuri's torn on whether he's more interested in the romanticness of dancing together in the kitchen, bodies pressed close, or if he's more interested just in the press of Victor's cock against his ass. The whole moment could easily swing either way, but hasn't really yet, sits there balanced.

"Mm. How could I not be?" he tries to sound cross, but his voice is still kind of purring out of him, lower than normal and it's just breathless instead.

[wauuu]

Victor drops both his hands down Yuuri's body, sensual at first, as if going for the hem of the man's pants. Instead, he's reaching under and up Yuuri's shirt. It's a good thing his gloves are still on and the leather feels warm, his hands do always seem to be cold. This could go a third, more surprising direction! Yuuri should know who he's dealing with, by now.

Embracing Yuuri tightly, he'll be exploitative tickling him without a second's warning, laughing to keep the man held close.

[emberossing]

It's entirely Victor's fault that he's starting to get used to the feel of leather on his skin, and he still doesn't fully understand who this whole new person is, who has their shirt pulled up in the kitchen and is leaning back into the touch, spine arching, but it keeps feeling like finding the flow of a new piece of music, easy to drop into so long as he's not thinking too hard about it.

The tickling touch is somewhat muted by the gloves, but it's enough to make him shriek softly, more playfully than actually really being tickled (though it does a bit) and he's squirming to get away, but it's just to twist in Victor's arms so he can actually return the attack.

If that also ends up pressing Victor back up against a counter and that also presses him against him and if he steals a kiss somewhere in there, well, he can hardly be blamed for that!

[wauuu]

Bumping up against the edge of the counter, Victor ends up more trapped than Yuuri in his arms. Not that he minded, of course, laughing right back as he was kissed. The tickling stops with his hands, but his own lips pluck repeatedly on Yuuri's face to make him laugh that way. This silly mood is the best, so genuine and sweet and fleeting. It's not too heated again, not yet, but like the calmer moments in the cafe, it would make their passion all the better later. His hands drum flat on each side of Yuuri's butt, just adding to the goofiness.

[emberossing]

"You're ridiculous," he says, at the butt-drumming and even that is odd, freeing. He's just kind of caught in freefall and has been for days, but he honestly feels it more in the quiet moments than the heated ones-- how much he's changed, how much he's different.

How wholly and completely terrifying all of this is.

How impossible.

Victor is still too warm and present and real for it to quite turn into a panic attack, but it's the moments like this, goofy and intimate, that he verges the most on them, because his lack of sexual experience isn't a lack of desire so much as an intense distrust of intimacy. With Victor, it's easier-- amazingly so. But it's still things like this where it creeps back, clawing at the back of his throat until he has to push away to keep things light, to keep himself breathing.

[wauuu]

Victor allows Yuuri to escape when he squirms away, this time. He chuckles gently, crossing his arms loosely over his own chest. He quirks his head with a wink to the man, wordlessly flirting, allowing him to finish his task of putting away the groceries if he so chose.

There's going to be no resistance if he doesn't choose to, of course, his hang so casually it looks like they'd open at the slightly invitation to hold Yuuri again. Victor gave off the impression, everything about him so willing and ready, but maybe that's apart of why he's so ridiculous. It's too fast and too intense, but Victor's happy for it, smug even. Everything about the confidence of his posture and expression says this is working. He'll have time to be amazed over that later, with a little distance between them, but for now he's unafraid. Maybe that can help sustain Yuuri through this and beyond.