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"Good, me too, Yuuri... " He'll really linger on the name, which felt sweet leaving his lips. His mouth is still close as he speaks, ghosting along Yuuri's skin and kissing the curve of the man's chin. His jawline gets peppered with slow, lingering kisses, leading back to the crook beneath his ear. Teeth graze Yuuri's earlobe without force behind them, just a tickle.

He's still trying to figure out how to touch back, fingers tracing patterns occasionally now, but he's way more nervous about that part, somehow, than being touched, so he still stays primarily more responsive than active, at least in terms of touch-- though every time Viktor lands a kiss on Yuuri's mouth, Yuuri's the one to deepen it, almost reflexively. It's a good sign of what he'll probably be like the more comfortable he gets.

In the meantime, he's gloriously responsive, head falling back immediately to bare more of his neck on a low moan when Viktor starts kissing along it. The teeth to his ear gets a little gasp and a moment of tension, but if Viktor slides them down to his neck, instead, he can almost certainly find a combination of teeth and tongue and skin that sets Yuuri into a writhe, hips pushing down without him meaning for them too, grinding down just a little on Viktor's leg.

Sensitive reactions are all Victor could ask for, he revels in each gasp and moan. He'll trace his tongue down Yuuri's neck, suckling and nibbling the soft skin. As Yuuri continues to open up to the attention, Victor continues to exploit for more and different reactions. The writhing grabs his attention more than anything and he can't help but press into it. Hand on Yuuri's ass hikes him in closer, Victor's thigh pressing into the man's lap for him to find friction against.

Meanwhile, Victor is leaving... probably too many hickies. Dark, round, red hickies.

Later, he's going to be really embarrassed about the noise that comes out of his mouth when Victor hikes him closer like that, wanton and needy. Right now, there's no room left in his head for anything but this, more. He's barely aware that it's turned rhythmic, now, the way he's grinding on Victor, but Victor's probably all too aware of it, considering he's likely helping him along.

Yuuri's not doing anything at all to cause Victor to want to stop giving hickeys. Each new one that blooms over his skin comes with a completely delicious, whining sort of moan and his fingers clenching in Victor's shirt, head lolling back for the next one.

At the point where Victor is running low on clear skin is when he's dipping his hands down to the hem of Yuuri's shirt. His hands sneak under, touching the skin there directly, his hands a bit cold. Victor had a bit of trouble with that, so he'll try rub his fingers along Yuuri's skin to get some warmth from friction. His thigh rocking back against Yuuri's needy hips.

"Getting warm, again?" a not so subtle way to ask if Yuuri might like to shed his shirt.

The temperature difference gets a different kind of good noise and then Yuuri's having to try to parse English again, eyes glazed over in pleasure,

"No, I'm... oh..." he gets it, ducks his head, but nods. After a moment and a deep breath he adds, "But... I don't want it to be just me."

The answer gets a fond smile and Victor will grab steady onto Yuuri's hips. He shifts, adjusting to slide himself under Yuuri, onto his back. This moves Yuuri upright to straddling on top of him. Victor gazes up at Yuuri, before reaching to take the man's wrists and slide Yuuri's fingers under his own shirt. He'll guide the younger man's hands up his sides and chest, before sliding out of his top wear. Victor tosses it aside, chest naked.

"You next."

And all of a sudden there is. nowhere. to. hide. There's a trill of panic, but Victor's guiding his hands and he doesn't pull away. His skin is warmer than his hands were. He's gorgeous laid out across the sofa like this. It's again the surreality that helps. Everything since he's woken up has been dreamlike, things running together in impossible patterns. Leading here. Leading past here. He's worked all his life just to be on the same ice as Victor and here he is. There had never been any thought beyond that. A hope that maybe his idol might see him. But Yuuri was never the sort to presume to imagine they might be friends, much less anything else, even in his private thoughts.

He rolls his hips like this, just once, not for any reason related to his own pleasure, but to see what it does to Victor's face. Whether it's ridiculous or sexy, the reaction gets him through pulling off his own shirt, though he can't fix the way his posture shifts after he does, like his whole body's trying to get away from Victor's eyes. It doesn't stop him from putting his hands back on him, though, cautiously.

He knows he's been too silent, but it's also taking everything in him to hold together what's in his head, much less speak in the middle of it.

Don't worry, (yeah, right...), Victor can do the talking Yuuri is too preoccupied for. His hands are warmer now and slide up Yuuri's sides, his thumbs teasing slowly around the man's navel and the tight muscles of his stomach. Skaters needed pristine bodies, but Victor loved the differences and individuality. Yuuri is small, but had a lot of strength.

"You're just divine," he'll say, the same quiet, appreciative sincerity he'd tried to express before. More jokingly, he'll add, as if he's been chided in the past, "do you prefer beautiful or handsome?"

"I don't know. I've never been called either one," a few hours ago, it would have been sad at best, or maybe even sullen. Here, it's just honest, while he lets Victor soothe the tension out of his muscles. Victor can probably tell, though, that Yuuri's deliberately holding himself here. He wants to flinch away, but he won't let himself. He traces his hands over Victor, instead, not with any particular goal in mind, but just to tear his own mind away from Victor looking at him.

"Then I'll just have to call you both and you can make up your mind later," it's lighthearted, a wide grin plastered on Victor as he's touched and touches back. "You are beautifully handsome, Yuuri. It's selfish of me, I know, but I'm very pleased you're here a bit longer. I want you to enjoy our time together."

Yuuri can't help but laugh a little at that and flush a bit more.

"I don't know how I'm here or how this is happening," he confesses, tracing patterns in Victor's skin, "This isn't something that happens to me," he means all of it, any of it. "But... I really like being here. Even if I have no idea what I'm doing."

"I'm flying by the seat of my pants, too!" Victor chuckles, trying to reassure Yuuri he's also improvising. "If you're ever displeased with something I do prefer to be told rather than being slapped."

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"Somehow, I think it's a little different for you," Yuuri says, but it's smiling, not bitter or anything. He shakes his head, "I can't think of anything you could do that I would slap you for!"

Victor, please do not take that as a challenge.

... Please?

He won't, he won't... but that's down to the root of it, huh? Victor very much wants to impress Yuuri. He wants the man to genuinely like him, not just some idealized version of him from magazines and competition footage. After all, Victor's the fool who fell head over heels for the blackout drunk at the party... and was only falling harder and harder throughout the day with him.

"Lets keep it that way!"

Yuuri sort of gets why Victor would have fallen a little in love with him last night. He doesn't remember last night, still, but stripper poles with Chris and taking off all his clothes and generally being wild and sexy and uncaring? That he understands. That man makes sense to fall in love with.

This morning he's locked Victor out of his bedroom and panicked and cried on his dog and presumed on his company and has just generally been a pretty terrible guest and then has presumed on his hospitality on top of that. And yet, somehow here they are and he's half-naked on top of him on his couch and Victor's making jokes about not wanting to slap him and is calling him things like beautiful? And that makes no sense.

And he's got no idea what to say to that last bit, and so he just leans down, instead, and goes back to kissing him.

Once Yuuri leans down, Victor is right back to returning those kisses, through a smile. His hands shift up Yuuri's bare skin, palms running up from his stomach around his sides and up his back. He doesn't touch with nails, but the pads of his fingertips do dig in with a massage-like pressure. It's probably pretty easy for Yuuri to understand how scratches down your back could happen, getting passionate like this.

Yuuri keeps thinking he maybe has a handle on all of this just in time for Victor to spin him back out of control entirely, which is likely something Victor would enjoy knowing even if he wasn't doing it deliberately. Everything gets all... blurry like this. It's a little like being drunk, but it's also a little like the moment when he's skating all by himself, with no one to prove anything to and he hears the music start, real or imagined, and everything falls away but the ice.

There's something hungry in him, something he wants, even if he doesn't really fully know what it is, and it eats his thoughts and his worries, if he lets it. It's hard on the ice, most of the time.

It's surprisingly easy, with Victor kissing him. He's getting a little freer with his appreciation of Victor's hands, too, can't seem to stop moving just a little bit, a tiny writhe, muscles pushing up into the push down, the dig of his fingertips.

Even a tiny writhe, to Victor, feels like a lot more. All of Yuuri's weight is down on him, so the man grinds down against him with ever movement. Victor is encouraging it, hands dragging white lines that disappear moments later, into the man's skin. The kissing is growing sloppy with shared saliva as they're both getting foggy headed with passion. It's going to have to be Victor who speaks up, of course, and it'll draw Yuuri's attention to the hard bulge he's been pushing his butt down against for a while now.

"Yuuri, this is really turning me on," he could have waited for the man to notice on his own, but hey, nothing ventured nothing gained.

"I hope so, I'd be really embarrassed if it was just me," it's almost sarcastic, though it's just a tiny bit sweet because Yuuri can't quite manage cruel, ever. He flushes immediately after, because he can't believe he just said that, but he also... doesn't really take it back, either.

He wishes he could say something more sexy, more open, something impressive, and heated. But he's used that up on his side comment, and there's nothing left. But he also knows exactly what it is that he wants, right now, and for some reason Victor's seemed to be alright with giving him absolutely everything else he's wanted, so he forces out a single word, as far as he can make himself go,

"Bed?"

There's a perk of surprise from Victor, at the suggestion, but it's absolutely receptive. Yuuri was so nervous sober, he wouldn't think he'd suggest that kind of escalation from his side. Of course, Yuuri is the one on top at the moment, setting aside that it was Victor who put him there. The older man knew that Yuuri had some latent dominance in him, it's good to see it again and not slurred with alcohol.

"Just down the hall," Victor's grasp loosens on the man, freeing him up, "lead the way."

He's still acting nervous, but the determination is winning. He's still not convinced this isn't all going to vanish, that this isn't a dream or, if it's real, that Victor's not going to just get bored of him before he even gets his passport. But right now Victor is clearly interested for some odd reason-- keeps touching him, being delighted by him, calling him beautiful. He doesn't get it, but he's finding it really hard to argue against, either.

"I don't know if my legs work," he says with a nervous laugh, but he does manage to roll off and get them at least to the bedroom, but he stalls out at the actual sight of the bed and feels another wave of panic. He tries to push it aside-- anxiety or not, he really, really wants this. The problem is he's wanted it for a really, really long time and that keeps leaving him feeling extra weird about it. But he's not sure how to communicate that, so he focuses on the more immediate concern,

"I... have no idea what I'm doing," he says, suddenly, which is true in both metaphoric and literal terms.

Following along, Victor stops behind Yuuri when the younger man stares down the bed. The man was probably full to the brim with trepidation about this all, so it's Victor's job to make him feel safe and secure. He'll put his arms to Yuuri's shoulders, kissing the back of his neck softly.

"I don't mind," Victor assures him, tone still lighthearted, "we can try a few things, as much as you like." There's no pressure on his end, or so he hopes to express. Yuuri could say this has been enough and he'd carry on without bitterness (if some disappointment, that's only natural, right?)

He leans back against Victor immediately when he puts his arms around him like that (though the kiss gets a little shiver instead, the good kind) and he has a moment of vertigo that has nothing to do with the sex part of this and everything to do with all of the rest of it-- that he's been letting Victor comfort him, when that's so hard won from literally everyone else in his life and always has been. Is that something about Victor? Is it something about how helpless he actually is right now and that it's easier to accept help when it's needed? Is it something about hitting absolute bottom? He has no idea. He just knows Victor's pulling things out of him he didn't know existed and he's finding he likes most of them.

"Okay," he manages, fighting for words again, "Show me." It's supposed to be a question and it doesn't come out imperious enough to be a command... but it also doesn't come out like a question, either.

The warm reception of the embrace is met with more peppering of the kisses down the ridges of Yuuri's spine, off to his shoulders. Soft, calm kissing, though they may sting slightly as he brushes over previously left hickies. Since he's got Yuuri making at least a few words, it was better to communicate now then completely wing it.

"My call? Or... might you have something in mind?"

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