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There's no protest from Victor, who easily falls into the motion of Yuuri's choice. His tongue meets Yuuri's cock as it thrusts inside, sloppy and wet. He keeps his teeth tucked up behind lips, not wanting the man to accidentally scrape in an unpleasant way. His lips get a puffy redness to them and drool escapes down his chin in a wanton fashion.

Actually, he's not doing much of anything once Yuuri grabs his hair, fucking him as he pleased. He'll feel free to slide to rest on one arm, sliding his other back between his legs. Palming his own cock, he shivers against Yuuri, sucking harder in response to direct contact for himself.

Jokes about endurance aside, there's no way Yuuri's going to last long like this-- not when it's his first time doing something like this and it's so off the rails and it's Victor and he's so good at it. Yuuri's saying things, snippets of words in Japanese because he's fluent in English but it's still a second language, interspersed with a smear of sound that's probably supposed to be Victor's name, but is mostly keening at this point, his whole body part of the motion of his hips.

He manages a single "I'm--" in all of that, easy to miss, but it's not subtle how the type of noises he's making change, everything going somehow both sharper and deeper. He's close.

Victor can handle the "abuse", albeit of the sexy variety, only to a point. Getting cum shot down his throat required his exact terms, he really doesn't want to choke or gag or get a nose bleed (it's happened, it's the WORST.) He'll notice the shift in Yuuri's demeanor and pace, taking the hand from himself to grab the man's hips and steady them so he won't be moving anymore. He can finish off Yuuri himself, bobbing and sucking with determination to drive the man over the edge, trying to keep a similar pace to what Yuuri had done when in control.

When he can feel the man twitching, ready to cum, he'll open his mouth wide and let it spray onto his tongue and lips. It should make quite a good visual, combined with his blue eyes looking up so very satisfied at Yuuri.

It's not necessarily Victor either taking control or the change of how things feel that does it, really. Victor would likely be pleased to know that it's the surprise that does it. He's so into what's happening to the point he's almost insensible and then there's a pressure change, shift, and his eyes are flying open and there's Victor looking so satisfied about the whole thing, and it's better than any fantasy he ever could have conjured up, his imagination no match for this.

His hand falls back to the sheets and it's a good thing, because his orgasm leaves him clawing at them, making a hoarse noise that might otherwise be classified as a scream, except there's no air. The intensity of it throws his head back for a moment on the pillows, but he manages to loll it forward fairly quickly. He doesn't want to miss a moment of this.

Victor's mouth is open for the cumshot, spraying onto his tongue and then lips to follow up. He'd usually give another lick to the man's cock, to clean it off, but instead he'll close his mouth and lap over his own lips before swallowing. Sitting himself up, both his hands go to Yuuri's shoulders, leaning in.

Yuuri gets a very sweet, doting kind of kiss to the cheek.

"Wow!" The cute way he exclaims cuts right through the heavy mood, "you're very intuitive!"

What in the hell is he supposed to say to that? Particularly on the heels of a series of the Hottest Thing He's Ever Seen, where each piece has just gotten hotter than the last one, until Victor's licking his cum off his lips like he's just pleased as punch. Yuuri just gapes at him a second, trying to find air and it doesn't help that he can hear what they just did in Victor's voice and maybe now that's the hottest thing ever.

He's pulling him down for a longer kiss before he really thinks about it (like so much that he's doing today) and Victor might be moving on to cheek kisses, but Yuuri's still catching up and the kiss is hot and thankful and dirty, all tongue and a low moan building in his chest for a moment and then he falls back onto the pillows and looks more post-coital.

"Oh my god," he manages, which is not terribly conversational, but ought to be flattering, at least.

The cheek kiss was more of a courtesy to Yuuri, since some guys could get fussy about mouth taste after a blowjob. Yuuri clearly doesn't give a damn so Victor returns the dirtier kissing with a grin, pleased that they're just sort of... lining up real nicely so far. Flopped back on the pillow, looking like the pinnacle of satisfaction, is a good look on Yuuri. A lot of things looked good on Yuuri, so far. Victor giggles again at the words.

"Pretty intense for a first time!"

It doesn't even occur to him to mind. He registers the difference in taste, but it's not completely disgusting, just weird, and even if were unpleasant, he'd put up with it for the feel of Victor's tongue on his right now.

Yuuri's an unspooled pile of ribbon on the bed right now, limbs loose and mind quiet. Maybe that's why he laughs and pushes just a bit at Viktor,

"You say that like you had nothing to do with it," he teases, a little wryly.

"I was afraid it was a bit much," he chuckles along, flopping down with his elbows to either side of Yuuri's shoulders, cuddling in over him. Yuuri gets some eskimo kisses, Victor's nose nuzzling him.

"I got so caught up with how sexy you are, simply couldn't help myself." And it was so good, too.

So good.

Yuuri can't help but giggle to the eskimo kisses, not expecting that at all but enjoying it all the same. He feels a little dizzy with the affection, with how warm Victor feels partially on top of him. He flushes and kind of tries to hide his face a bit when Victor calls him sexy, but he... can't really outright deny it right now, either. Not after that.

"I still think that's mostly your influence," that he can say, at least, "I would never have done something like that on my own. I wouldn't have dared. But... wow." He never claimed to be a poet.

Victor can't help but make a sputtering "pfffft" sound at the comment.

"You'd have to be very flexible to do that all on your own," he laughs, "I'll spare your back and do it for you."

He sputters and shoves at him a little,

"That's not what I meant and you know it," he flushes, a little huffy and embarrassed about it all of a sudden, but still mostly joking and riding high on endorphins. He must not be too upset though, because he kisses Victor again, just because he can, and right now, there's nothing dark about that statement-- he's giddy with it. After the kiss, though, he seems to settle a little more, though he's still grinning a little,

"I don't think I can manage something like that," he admits, "but I'd like to try doing something for you. But I don't know what." More relaxed, he's also more honest about things, enthusiastic.

"No, no, I wouldn't expect you to," Victor chuckles, curling into Yuuri to relax more, "the first time I tried that it went terribly. I'm going to try to not embarrass myself that badly in front of you, okay? Some emphasis on try."

Yuuri can't help but laugh,

"Don't worry, you have a lot of catching up to do before you reach my level," that's definitely more cheeky than he normally could be, but the self deprecation helps. He's not sure, even with the situation, how he's going to manage to ask a second time in a row what it is that Victor wants him to do for him, but it's starting to weigh a little on him as he comes down a bit more.

"Well, considering how much you boasted your stamina, last night," Victor will tease right back, enjoying the cheekiness and challenge. He'll poke a finger to Yuuri's chest, tip running along sweaty skin. "I do want to keep being impressed."

Don't worry, Yuuri, he won't make you ask again. Mostly, as the person still very much turned on, he couldn't only set it aside for so long. Use it or lose it, alright, and he very much wants to keep this encounter going. Yuuri certainly seemed much more lively after some time to recover from his hang over. Young, fit bodies will do that.

"I'm thinking," he'll take that finger and put it to his own own lips, "you should show me how good you are with your hands. A couple very gentle fingers, to be exact."

No no no, wait, he meant Victor having to work to be as embarrassing as him not... whatever just happened there and he flushes and starts to shake his head, except then it's clear that Victor is thinking, stroking a finger up his chest and that just kind of makes his thoughts stutter to a stop, even though they've just been doing so much more than that.

He still feels completely unmoored from reality, even more so on the heels of an orgasm and that suggestion gets an even deeper blush.

"Yes," he breathes, because he's pretty sure he knows what Victor means by that and he's pretty sure he wants it right now and that patience is going to be the hard part.

"Very good," Victor will say, patting Yuuri on the shoulder and sitting up, rolling to the edge of the bed to rummage in his bedside drawer. Lube is in here, right? Yes. Always handy.

"Now, nothing rough like before, okay?" A casual wink as he's throwing his legs over Yuuri's, this time. He pops the lid open with his teeth and taking Yuuri's hand in his. He'll be squeezing some onto Yuuri's fingers slowly. "Only patience will get you that,"

He is not going to think of the fact that Victor has lube in his drawer. He is not going to consider whether that's for bringing people back here all the time or if he uses it on himself. He's not going to think about what it means that he'd asked Victor what he could do for him and he'd picked this. He is not going to think about that in conjunction with Victor both choosing to go down on him and ending up letting him fuck his mouth. He is not going to consider the very real possibility that he is going to get to fuck Victor Nikiforov before his passport gets here.

(He is not doing a very good job at any of those things.)

"You started it," he says, flushing. He rubs his fingers together a little, feeling out the slickness, "Um," he doesn't really want to admit this but... "You're probably going to have to give more instructions than that. I've never... I mean, I have the internet, but I've never actually..." he can't quite finish, feels like his face is going to explode, instead.

"And I finished it!" sounds less cheery, Victor, have you no tact. (He has no tact). The second comment gets a downright cutesy headtilt, like a puppy trying to hear better.

"Never for yourself? Wow!" Victor sounds so playfully amused by this, like it's very unique (it's not), "you're missing out. I'll... I guess the word would be coach you." He's got a tease, taking Yuuri's hand and guiding it around his side and down to his tail bone, placing the man's hand on the curve of his ass, fingers sinking between the cheeks. His skin is much warmer there, than his cold hands were.

"Use just one finger to start," he'll begin, "Don't press in much at the start, just focus on stretching the outside. If you're feeling resistance, don't push against it, give me time to relax," hi, hello, Yuuri, did you think your childhood idol would explaining to you how to finger him? Because that's a thing that's really happening.

Oh my god that is a thing that is really happening.

Yuuri's face is so hot it's almost physically uncomfortable at this point, but he lets himself be moved, already pressing just a little bit as soon as Victor puts him there, not really trying to push in, or even stretch the outside like he's saying, just touch, rub, learn what this feels like. He gets a cutely studious sort of look on his face, trying to figure it out, before he follows instructions, one finger barely ghosting inside, just enough to make it an outward pull to the edges. He's very hesitant at first, gentle, horrified he's actually going to hurt him.

He's already shown though, that his caution rarely lasts long if he's goaded a little.

He also misses the coaching thing but then... he doesn't remember that, does he?

There's gradually heavier breathing from Victor, who keeps a smile on his face. Encouraging, if Yuuri stays gentle, no getting swept away during this like they did before. They can get swept up after this bit. Victor thinks that will be very good, if they hold out for it.

"Mmmn, good, just like that," he arches his stomach forward more, butt out toward Yuuri's hands to relax more against the soft and lubricated intrusion. "don't rush, you're going just the right pace,"

He's definitely going slowly, maybe too slowly, actually, enough that it might be concerning that he might either be actually past his own comfort limits or having second thoughts or otherwise freaking out. Except there's a shift in the way that he's touching Victor, a slow slide from nervously delicate to exploratory to more just enjoying doing exactly what he's doing, like he could just shallowly finger Victor all night and be perfectly okay with that.

He's gone kind of breathlessly silent, but there's communication all the same, because he keeps staring at Victor somewhere between him being the best thing he's ever seen and like he's surprised to be here, still.

"You're gorgeous," he finally says, breathless and maybe that's a weird thing to say when you're actually finally pushing your finger just a tiny bit deeper into someone, but his brain feels kind of detached from his body, right now.

There's no shortage of pleasured sounds and little writhing twitches from Victor. He really does enjoy this intimate, slow touching. It felt particularly good after something rough as they started with. The action felt a bit more right after something so sensually wrong as someones first blowjob being a full on face fuck. Yuuri might be lost looking, but he has good judgement, he's following Victor's instructions well and not overstepping boundaries. It actually give Victor much more faith and he can relax more and more with each moment and touch. Yuuri's finger sinks inside of him easily, Victor pressing back against him to draw him in further. The resistance he warned about not there.

The compliment is so abrupt and sincere it even makes Victor blush. Of course, it also makes him grin. He practically flings his arms around Yuuri's shoulders to press his chest against the man, face snuggling to the younger skaters ear. He speaks, a bit quiet, a bit shaky on the pronunciation, and all too adoring.

"Arigatou, Yuuri," have you melted, yet?

He's been in the slow process of melting since the sauna, but he's almost startled to get an armful of grateful Victor.

It's starting to dawn on him that there's a very sharp difference, here, between the Victor throwing his arms around him (and the one making pleased noises while he pushes into his mouth) and the Victor in the magazines and on the ice. That there would be one is obvious-- no one is 100% their public persona. But it's drifting past all the other things in his mind that he's actually getting to see that. Victor is showing him a side of him that doesn't show up in interviews and photos and Yuuri... doesn't know what the feeling is to that. It's positive, but a little scared, too, like he doesn't deserve it.

It doesn't stop him from hugging back, one armed, though, smile going fond as he leans a little further in for a tiny kiss. A moment later, he tests the way in, pushing that one finger in until he either runs out of finger or does meet resistance, though either way it's brief and he's moved back to more shallow touches after-- whether that's to remind Victor that he's not going to push too far, too fast, or whether it's teasing depends on how well Victor takes the intrusion.

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