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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?"

"I wouldn't know where to start," he says, with a slight, self-deprecating chuckle. He's got fantasies and things, of course, but nothing concrete. No preferences, yet. Nothing. "I like everything we've done so far?" he tries, though, because he's aware he's really not giving him much to go on. He just doesn't have much to go on, himself.

Someday, maybe soon, Victor will try and squeeze those fantasies out of Yuuri to clue him in. There's something all too hot to him about making someone's dreams come true, cheesy as that sounds. He's just a big, goofy show off when you get down to it and he loves to please. His hands sink down to Yuuri's pants, fingers sneaking into the waistband.

"Let's get these out of the way," Victor will suggest, more than demand, the follow up more outright seductive, "I would like to taste more of you."

Look, one of his fantasies was just Sleep With Victor Nikiforov, with no further follow up to that. Victor's already doing a pretty good job of blowing most of his fantasies out of the water.

"O-Okay," he manages, and he's still tense, but he leans his head back a little bit more on Victor's shoulder, which is both sweet and a kind of a non-verbal permission of the touch. It's strange-- Victor's already seen him naked today and they'd done a fair bit of kissing that way, too, but just the brush of those fingers under his waistband is... different somehow. More sexual. Deliberate.

Does he mean what it sounds like he means, about tasting him? Surely not. Impossible. But his blood runs hot at that thought all the same. It doesn't help feeling Victor's hands already under his clothes while he's trying to take them off, but he's also not going to also wait for him to undress him, either.

Since the seduction seemed to be Complete, Victor is less careful. If Yuuri had protests, he should voice them, because Victor's been given the go ahead otherwise. His hands slide under the yoga pants and slide them down, just enough to reveal the man's strained bikini briefs. Riiight, right.

"I nearly forgot, you're wearing my clothes..." he'll tease, running the tip of his finger around the shape of Yuuri's strained cock. "Do you mind keeping them on just a moment longer? I do like them on you."

Even knowing what Victor was going to do, he still makes a completely embarrassing noise to having Victor actually deliberately touch his cock through his underwear, even just a lighter touch like that one. They'd been pressed against each other for several minutes on the sofa and it's not like there's much the yoga pants hide, but it's different when it's him touching him like that.

Everything goes swimmy for a moment when he remembers that as Victor makes the comment about the clothes and he flushes more, but he forces his mouth to move,

"I think it's the least I can do since you let me borrow them," he's not quite got enough to make that sound sultry instead of like he's joking, but he got it out at all and it's playful and that's something.

Yuuri will realize that playful works on Victor just about as well as sultry does, if not better. His hands slide the pants down Yuuri's legs so the man can step out of them and go to the bed. Victor's still wearing shorts which slide off with his own underwear, leaving him completely naked. His cock isn't huge, but he's hung well for his taller frame and as attractive as the rest of him. Some people just get it all, in this world.

"Lay back or sit up, whichever you'd be more comfortable with,"

Yuuri thinks about that for a second, and it's good that he has something to think about, because otherwise he would probably just stand there and stare at Victor, because seeing him naked like this is different, too, the same way being seen was. But he does have something to think about and he climbs into bed, taking a moment to fuss with the pillows so he can sit up.

Look, if he's going to do this, he definitely wants to be able to see it.

It actually makes him feel a little better to still have the underwear, somehow, because he was underestimating how he'd feel about being in Victor's bed with him looking down at him. Logically, he knows he woke up in this bed this morning, but that feels like a lifetime ago.

Victor is following close behind Yuuri, crawling forward onto the bed onto his knees. His hands slide up Yuuri's shins to spread Yuuri's legs, so he can fit himself between them. It's very deliberate actions, gaze locked on Yuuri for reactions, pleasurable or protesting. Sensing the former, he'll lean in, back arched forward to kiss Yuuri on the lips. Not too long a kiss, he's still keeping the acts playful, wanting to rile up the man as much as was possible without driving him away.

His mouth moves down Yuuri, after the initial kiss. His chin, his neck, both following and avoiding the hickies in equal measure. His hands are at Yuuri's sides when he presses lips to the man's left nipple, before letting his tongue out to lick a circle around it.

It's something of a balancing act for Victor. Confidence and anxiety aren't actually opposite ends of the same spectrum for Yuuri-- the anxiety and the shyness exist separately in his head from anything else. So there's tension in him, the reminder of his comment before that if Victor was going to wait for him to be comfortable, he was going to wait for a long time. But he also lets Victor spreads his legs with a low moan that turns into a heated kiss when Victor leans in, one that he holds for longer than Victor probably intended.

He arches his neck for the kisses down it, shuddering when his mouth passes over some place sore. He's not talking again, but it's just because he's not sure he remembers English, when Victor swirls his tongue over a nipple. He's never really thought about them much as places where a touch would feel good, but he's definitely thinking about it now.

There's certainly lots of focus on the spot now. Victor's mouth teasing in all manner of ways, wanting Yuuri to experience as many sensations as he knew how to give. His mouth kisses, suckles, licks, and flicks his tongue over the hard, yet puffy bit of sensitive flesh. He won't overdue it, giving the other side attention before Yuuri can go raw or numb. Victor moans against his skin, pleased.

"I never play with these, on my own," he'll share, "but I love getting attention from others."

Yuuri's not sure if he means that as instruction for later on, or if he means that it's Yuuri's reactions driving him to take more advantage of it, or both. Yuuri's a mess by the time he moves on from it. He's not entirely sure if it's something he would really like all the time or not, but experiencing it for the first time is electric and knowing it's Victor just kind of casually taking him apart makes it even better.

He's not quite bold enough to put his hands in Victor's hair or grip on to his shoulders (give him a few minutes and he'll change his mind about that-- he's just still a little too much in his own head) but he's got them fisted in the sheets by the time he's moving on to the second one.

He can't find words to respond, again, but he pushes his glasses up his nose when he gets a minute to breathe while Victor talks, which is probably somewhere between cute and sexy-- he doesn't want to miss any of this.

Flicking his eyes up to Yuuri's face, it's about what he expects. Foggy and caught up with desire, a speechless look. The man's large, brown eyes are wide with expressiveness and something about the tipping of his glasses is both bold and shy, at once. Victor has to bite his lip to not laugh, not wanting to seem patronizing, since he's so genuinely smitten.

"You are a cute one, Yuuri," he'll chuckle, more adoring than may be suitable for the heat of this moment. He doesn't stumble over it, however, going right back to the pampering kisses. He moves down between the center of Yuuri's ribs, down his stomach to the man's navel. That gets extra attention, as well, some hot puffs of breathe and a subtle brush of teeth. One of his personal favorite places to be kissed.

Somehow, Yuuri finds a deeper flush for Victor calling him cute, and he twists his fingers a little more in the covers, like maybe that hits him somewhere near the same spots that kissing him has. He doesn't know what to do with that kind of praise, given during something like this, so it just kind of shivers over his skin.

And then he's giggling as Victor nibbles down his stomach because it's good, but it also tickles and he's suddenly squirming for a different reason.

Well... partially a different reason. There's still something hot about the way it feels, and even though he's kind of pushing at Victor's head suddenly, half-heartedly trying to get him to stop, laughing the whole time, he's also squirmed his legs a little more open in the process.

"Tick-i-lish~?" Victor draws out the word playfully, as Yuuri squirms and bats at his head gently. Absolutely nothing turned on Victor more than laughter during intimacy, little reprieves of release from the building up of tension, making the hot parts all the hotter by contrast. His hands hold Yuuri in place by the hips, kissing at the sensitive area more and more, to draw those desperate, if fun reactions from the man.

"Apparently!" he can't stop laughing or trying to get away, but he also isn't really trying very hard, either, and the way Victor holds his hips down gets a moan in the middle of it, followed by a shriek and another attempt at twisting away as he finds a particularly ticklish spot.

None of this seems to be doing anything to calm him down at all, in fact, quite the opposite. It's a little like finding just the right way to pull the bow off a package and everything comes undone. Yuuri's completely unselfconscious for a moment, and while it's obviously lighter in tone, it's the same kind of playful he was last night.

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