emberossing | for wauuu

"Um..." is all he can manage for a moment and he's actually feeling a little light headed at this point between the heat and the proximity and the stretch. "Yes?" it's more of a question than he'd wanted it to come out, but he's kind of amazed he's even speaking at this point.

"You look really flushed, is the heat getting to you? Sit down if you need, have some more water," his hands pat Yuuri's sides gently, before finally removing themselves. He's still close, worried Yuuri was lightheaded and might wobble over. Victor wants to be close enough to catch him at a moments notice.

It comes out of nowhere, but everything just hits a level of absurdity that Yuuri can't handle anymore and he does fall over but it's because he's laughing too hard to hold the position anymore. It takes him a moment to actually explain or anything, because he almost can't breathe around it for a moment.

"You are really oblivious, aren't you?" it's clear he's not really making fun of him or laughing in a mean way, he just can't handle it any more.

Was he being oblivious?

Or was he just teasing all along--?

"What's that supposed to mean, Yu~uri?" at first he followed along thinking he needed to catch Yuuri, but then it's clear he's laughing. If Yuuri is going to tease him, he's going to lean in close to tease right back.

"Am I missing something?"

"Other than that you're putting your hands all over me, naked, in a sauna?" he buries his head in his hands, shaking his head slightly at the same time, "This entire day is completely absurd. I'm not entirely sure I'm not going to wake up and find out it's all been a dream. It would make a lot more sense to me."

"If you don't like my hands on you, all you have to do is say so," Victor will say, calm and comfortably.... as he puts his hands on Yuuri, standing at his front. His palms sit on Yuuri's ribs and his thumbs rub gentle circles.

"I don't think touching you is all that absurd. I very much enjoy it."

He sucks in a soft breath at the touch,

"Victor..." but it's not really a protest, it's just that that's the only thing he can think of to say for a moment. "It feels a little absurd to me. Surreal," he reaches up and lays his fingers gently on Victor's wrists, not really to stop him, but just to complete the circuit of contact. His eyes drop to that, his fingers on Victor's skin, "I can't keep up."

"I wouldn't like to rush you, if you aren't comfortable," Victor says, sincerely, sliding his hands off Yuuri. It's not a punishing action, he hopes it's showing a level of respect to not overwhelm the man. His hands instead curl into Yuuri's, holding the younger skater's fingers between his, caressing his thumbs over top knuckles.

"Though I am rather absurd." Clearly, Victor.

Yuuri can't help but laugh at that, though it's more of a hrmph than a laugh,

"I don't really know if I ever am comfortable," on the ice, maybe, when no one else is watching. Definitely not ever naked in a sauna doing yoga. And yet, here they are. "You're ridiculous," he rejoins to Victor saying he's absurd, looking back up at him, but there's the twitch of a smile at the corners of his mouth, the expression looks almost fond, which Yuuri's completely unaware of or he definitely wouldn't be making it.

"You make everything seem so effortless, like nothing costs you anything at all," like nothing matters. And you won't matter after you get your passport, either... except... he's kept having versions of that thought in the middle of all of this and his gut reaction keeps being the same each time. So he keeps going, tone shading just a touch playful, "It kind of makes me want to say no to you just to see what you would do."

This kind of mood is always tenuous for him, and always all the more fragile for it.

"If you were serious, I would very kindly stop advancing on you," Victor is utterly sincere over that. Victor will keep one hand gently holding Yuuri's hand. His other hand travels to Yuuri's chin, tracing along it the same way he'd done earlier.

"If you're teasing, and you want Victor Nikiforov pining over you, then I could keep giving chase," Victor's voice is full of a playful flirtation, but he's still entirely genuine, "because I really do want you."

"If you're planning on waiting until I'm comfortable, you're going to end up pining for a long time," the genuineness from Victor gets a matching one from Yuuri, "I run away a lot."

He's holding still, now, though, letting Victor touch him.

No. No he's not holding still, he's leaning in. It's slow, drifting, to the point where he might not even actually be aware that he's doing it, but he's definitely leaning in

"Believe it or not, I can be patient," Victor will meet the lean in with his own, getting close as Yuuri drew toward him. The distance is slowly getting thinner and thinner, "I think you're the one who is fed up with waiting."

"Maybe," he admits, which isn't the most suave thing in the world, but Victor's so close, he's lucky he can form words at all.

He's absolutely aware that this is the single most ridiculous thing he's ever done in his life. His life is not glamorous or lucky or poetic. He's not someone who kisses men who are basically strangers, or famous men, or naked men in their expensive Russian condos' saunas. Or Victor Nikiforov.

But unless there's some last minute thing to stop him, all of that is exactly what he is, in fact, doing.

Victor's not stopping him, no way, he's not even meeting the man at the last of the distance, letting Yuuri lean in to him. The older man fully reciprocates, once it's initiated, smiling against Yuuri's lips, caressing the man's cheek gently with fingertips and his thumb.

The gentle hum should express his enjoyment of this, plenty.

Maybe he really is tired of waiting. Maybe everything's just so scrambled he can't get ahold of anything. Maybe everything is just so bizarre that reality can't quite assert itself. He still doesn't really believe that there's anything special about him, that Victor's anything more than just bored and stuck with him for a few days, or just a playboy like the magazines made him sound. He wants him to be more than that, and not just because it would benefit him, but because he wants to like him when this is over, too. But his brain won't really let him believe it. He doesn't want to hope that much only to be let down.

But he's here and Victor obviously wants him, even if it's just a temporary thing, and isn't that what he's always wanted, too?

Yuuri kind of melts into the kiss a little bit, warming it slowly, at that hum from Victor and there's a slight motion of their mouths that makes him shiver, even in the heat and there's a spike of embarrassment, but it's not strong enough to overcome how badly he wants this. Not yet, anyway.

The kiss isn't going to be broken by Victor, not for too long, at any given moment. He only takes his lips away from Yuuri so he reposition ever so slightly and kiss the man over, over, over. His jaw is slack, his lips open just enough to fit Yuuri's neatly between, sucking ever so gently when he catches the man's chapped skin in an extra pleasant way. He'll keep going and going, escalating just slightly if Yuuri doesn't pull away.

Yuuri's not a bad kisser. Kissing is actually something he's had a tiny bit of practice at, enough that he's not completely out of his depth, but Victor very quickly blows past all of the records for "number of times he's kissed a single person". (Both in a row and total) He also is much better at kissing than Yuuri is, but that's probably to be expected.

Yuuri has no intention of stopping, either, and there's a low noise building in his chest between one kiss and the next, each one building heat. But heat is also the problem. It's very warm in the sauna and he's still a little dehydrated, though not for lack of trying to drink enough water, and now there's a seriously restricted oxygen flow. Yuuri finally has to push back because he's seeing spots and everything's going a bit swimmy.

"Sorry," he says immediately, "Sorry, I'm a little..." he trails off, has to find the sentence again, "overheated I think. Maybe we should get out of here?"

"Mmn, sure, Yuuri," Victor will say quietly, reaching down to grab their towels. He'll throw on over Yuuri's shoulders, "don't pass out on me again," rubbing them before pushing aside some of the wet bangs stuck to Yuuri's forehead.

He's giving the man a cutesy kiss his forehead, before gesturing toward the door out of the sauna.

"I won't," he says, but he does seem a little out of it until they get back outside.

But the return to more conscious also is the return of his nerves. He's a little skittish again, though he's not actually hiding or anything, just clearly blushing and flustered. They're out of the sauna and he feels better already, but making out with Victor in the locker rooms probably isn't a good idea but he's not sure what's next. He'd feel better with some pants on definitely, but he also doesn't really want to make it look like he's hiding, so he just kind of drinks some more water for a moment and follows Victor's lead on whatever is next.

(He still looks a little dazed from the kissing, lips still a little swollen and eyes glazed over a bit. It's a good look.)

No more funny business from Victor, he's leading along casually and letting Yuuri clear his head. A quick shower rinse and soap off of the sweat, then Victor is getting his own clothes back on. He'll wait for Yuuri to do the same, smiling ever so charmed. Yuuri really couldn't be cuter, but Victor... he wants to do just what he said he could, be patient and let the younger man push if he wanted.

"What was next on our day plan? Trashy TV and cuddling on the couch?"

Yuuri's a bit glad for the chance to clear his head, but what Victor is seeing as patience seems to Yuuri a little like running hot and cold and he's more confused than grateful, because he doesn't know what he's really allowed yet. Still...

"That... sounds really nice, honestly. I'm still a little dizzy," his cheeks still feel hot, even after the cool shower, but that might be... everything. There's certainly a difference in getting back into Victor's clothes now that the tension has broken. He's hyperaware of them, of the whole situation, of going back alone to Victor's apartment.

He keeps waiting for the anxiety part of that, can feel it like a cresting wave in the distance, but right now, it's just hot, and he doesn't know what to do with that. Or his hands. Or his words. Hopefully Victor's alright to tow a blushing, mostly silent Yuuri back to the apartment and make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet, which is likely to almost happen a time or two.

This duty is one Victor will undertake without question. He leads Yuuri back to his condo, opening the door and immediately getting mobbed by the excited Makkachin. Victor closes the door and gets onto his knees, hugging and snuggling the dog. He'll stand and pet the animal few times on the head before looking back to Yuuri with a grin.

"Want me to put on some more tea? Or hot chocolate?"

Yuuri waits his turn for doggie kisses but also takes a turn snuggling on the excited Makkachin for a minute. It brings him a little back to a reality he doesn't really want to return to right now, so he pushes it aside, standing up.

"I think I'd rather sit down for a bit first, if you don't mind," the red has never left his cheeks. He doesn't need to sit down, not really, but he really, really needs something to propel him back across that gap and get Victor's mouth back on his, and sitting down together on the sofa seems like a good way to do that.

"Go right ahead, Yuuri, catch your breathe," a wink and Victor is gesturing to the couch. It's a plush, comfortable looking deal with extra deep cushions. He'll sit down alongside the man, turned toward him to put the back of his hand to Yuuri's forehead.

"You really are burning up,"

"I don't think I want to," he says, more to himself than Victor, not entirely aware he's said that out loud.

It's starting to be more apparent what Yuuri is talking about, about the not being comfortable. He fidgets to the hand on his forehead, ducking his head shyly and folding and unfolding his hands on his lap. He wants to kiss Victor again, but he can't force himself across that space on his own, tension settling into his shoulderblades. He's almost shaking, more a leg twitch than a shiver, by the time it breaks and then he's all motion, hauling Victor down for the kiss by his shirt, the absolute opposite of patient.

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