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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.

There's a stutter to his breathing as Yuuri teases him, his muscles loosening up as his posture did the same. He's leaning more heavily on Yuuri, craving the support and closeness. Moving from the deep feeling, back to shallow is fine by Victor, who was wanting more. Victor adjusts himself some, pressing his forehead to Yuuri's and looking at the man through crystal blue eyes, so near the man could see his own reflection in them.

"Two fingers," he commands, clearly and confidently, "same pace."

"O-Okay..." he has to shift a little bit to pull his fingers out far enough to start in on the second, slowly as he can. It's a little hard to go slow at first, just because it's such a big shift right at that ring of muscle, but he does the best he can, rubbing with both for a few moments and taking it slowly when he does finally push inside, retreating to come back again in a moment if he feels any resistance.

There's a push and pull here, in doing this, that he settles into very easily, almost lulled by the way it feels. He's not sure where the impulse comes from, but he leans in and kisses Victor, open-mouthed and deep, but slow, leisurely in exactly the same way the pace is.

"I really like this," he confesses, after a moment, the tone hushed, a blush on his cheeks. He's got no idea if that's normal or not, to like doing something like this, but he does, and he does enough to need to let Victor know that, apparently.

"You do? M-mmn..." Victor questions, gently rubbing his own hands over the man's shoulders. His face is flush with arousal, really enjoying how drawn out this had been. He'll be nice a desperate soon, he knows it. "That's good, v, very good. Some people find it the boring part."

His hips wiggle, pressing Yuuri's two fingers in deep as they can. Groaning with desire, he'll try to remember how words work before speaking. Incoherent direction is no good, though maybe Yuuri would brag later about getting Victor Nikiforov finger-fucked speechless. Victor doesn't know if Yuuri is the type to brag, he seemed like a very private sort. Maybe only to trusted company, probably with a lot of blushing and stuttering. There's actually something Victor likes about being bragged over, so long as it's flattering.

"Don't curl your fingers, alright? Just spread them like, uhm, scissors," he'll huff out an aroused, but amused breath, "I'll come too quick, if you do the other thing..."

"Nothing about this is boring," he really does almost sound reverent and his eyes go a little wide at Victor pressing down on his fingers. He's already starting to move them a little more firmly when Victor keeps talking and then there's another slight shift.

There's no way Victor would have caught it if they weren't already looking at one another, if they weren't quite so tuned in, but like this, it's obvious: for one moment, when Victor gives those instructions, the same man who's been apologizing all day for the inconvenience of having him here very clearly considers doing it anyway. It flits across his face in a second and is gone, but he thinks about just casually making Victor come, before the flush deepens a little bit and he scissors his fingers obediently instead

Apparently the whole face-fucking thing isn't a one-off.

If Yuuri went ahead and didn't follow orders, Victor wouldn't have been all that surprised. Don't make me come is a pretty tempting thing to say, Victor sees the desire to disobey flit over Yuuri's features. The fact he does stay the course, drawing this out further, is the more intriguing and alluring response. There would be time for disobedience, if there was patience, first.

Victor's hands travel down either side of Yuuri's front. A brief teasing of nipples and he's got the man by the hips again. A testing press of his own groin inward, erection still hard and dripping, pressing against Yuuri's skin. Fingers still probing inside. He grinds is cock toward Yuuri's, curious if the man had his own hard on back.

"That's a good boy, Yuuri," he always starts with praise, "when I come, it should be from your cock, shouldn't it?"

He's getting there. He's not fully hard, but he's also not done either and Victor can see the way the praise makes Yuuri blush and kind of squirm a little, clearly an absolute sucker for it, at least from Victor, but he can also feel his cock jump a little when Victor continues. He shudders, too, overwhelmed for a moment,

"Oh my god, you're serious... you want me to..." he can't finish that sentence. He's not aware that it maybe sounds a little like he's asking Victor to finish it for him, to say it out loud.

The cock Victor was referring to is getting his hands all over it. He rubs his palms against Yuuri's shaft, wanting to gently stroke it back to full hardness. The man's words are cute, if still uncertain. Victor doesn't want to force anything on Yuuri, that's for sure, so he'll pry for clarity. At least he can make the asking sexy.

"да, I'd like this inside me next," he rubs Yuuri more to punctuate, wiggling his hips against the fingers still stretching him, "but only if you ask nicely."

That should throw the decision back into Yuuri's court. Also, a bit of begging can be hot.

Victor's going to have to take it a tiny bit slower if he wants to keep going, not because Yuuri's going to finish again quickly or anything, but because having Victor stroking and palming at his cock is too much to not short circuit most of the rest of him, causing his fingers to kind of lose focus until attention is brought back to them.

Unfortunately, while the question is probably a more sexy way to ask if someone's okay with something than most people would manage, this is Yuuri, and there's an almost immediate retreat at the words. Not off the bed or out of Victor or anything so dramatic, but the sort of open wonder on his face twists a little, turns a bit back to him looking unsure of himself. It's not that he doesn't hear the other words, but doubts start to creep in all the same...

"A-ask? I don't... I mean... You've already done so much, so... I don't feel like I should ask for anything. I mean..." even he knows that this is ridiculous-- Victor just gave him the most amazing blow job he could imagine, it's pretty obvious this isn't some kind of burden to him. But there's a part of his brain that won't listen to him, that's suddenly convinced Victor's just humoring him.

Whelp, that didn't work at all. Victor looks a bit bashful at the response, having to think up a new direction. He doesn't want to force this on Yuuri, make him feel obligated or coerced, but that's a difficult thing to say with any sensuality. The mood is so nice, Victor feels so desperate and he likes the feeling of being at someone else's mercy, even if the stakes are low. Yuuri doesn't have experience, he needs to remember that, and his nerves are fried after the competition and day together. Easy, Victor, just go easy on the poor guy.

"You can ask, if it's what you want," he'll drive home, "pleasing you would be a pleasure, for me, Yuuri."

Look, Yuuri can barely ask for extra veggies at Chipotle, there's no way he's going to be able to ask if he can pretty please fuck Victor Nikiforov. In fact, he's starting to look slightly more panicked about what he's currently doing, not like he's decided he doesn't want to, but more like he's deciding that he doesn't belong right here after all. It's a slippery slope and it's hard to stop it once it starts, but he's also still inside Victor, so fleeing isn't as immediate of an option as it might normally have been.

But Yuuri's not incapable of being perceptive, even when his brain is twisting things up for him, and he catches something about the tone more than the words, blinking and then incredulous, '

"Wait... are you worried that I don't want to?"

This face.

A lot of this face.

"Yes?" he ventures, as if it's very obvious, "I don't want to force you into anything, I wouldn't forgive myself."

"Force me? To--" all he can do is kind of blink down at him. It's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. And Victor has maybe found a secret about Yuuri, because apparently it's not just being drunk that flips Yuuri's personality, it's also being in a situation so far past any kind of reasonable response that the anxiety has nothing to hold on to. It's another moment like the one in the sauna, where he'd laughed, and then been the one to kiss Victor.

He doesn't laugh this time.

What he does instead is push his fingers in deep. He's already had them deep enough to know it's not likely to hurt or he wouldn't have done it, but he is aiming to startle a bit.

"How many people have you met that didn't want to sleep with you? Stop being coy and tell me if I can add another."

Well, it's Victor's turn to completely melt. Surprise? Yes. Delightfully so. The fingers press directly into his prostate and he nearly comes right then. He manages to hold back, if giving a high yelp. The forcefulness rides that line of sexy and a little scary, but definitely more on the sexy side. Yes, take him, Yuuri, he wants to give you control--

... wait, how do words work? He scrambling out something completely in Russian and then, there's silence as he catches up. English, Victor, English is the language they both know.

"I'm confused," he whimpers and then can't think of anything else to say. He's totally seduced, but he can't make heads or tails of what Yuuri actually said to him.

Well that was gorgeous.

Despite the tone that lingers in his voice when he speaks again, a kind of disbelieving irritation, and the way he twists his fingers for a second (but still doesn't curl them, he's being good!) his face goes all awestruck again,

"Another finger," he spreads the two that are already in him, in demonstration, but maybe also a little more firmly than necessary. "Or were you planning on going straight from two to--" he can't quite get out the end, but this time it's at least reasonably obvious the end is something along the lines of me fucking you.

Look, English is also his second language and he's no better off at the moment than Victor.

That's explicit enough for Victor, he won't doubt or ask again, trusting Yuuri. Maybe it's the similarity he had right now, the confidence, that he falls for all over again. His breathe is shaky as Yuuri nearly digs into him, like he was warned against, but not quite. Never quite enough, for Victor to go over the edge. He's just dangling there, Yuuri holding him firmly, but just nearly letting him fall.

It's very exciting.

"I can't wait," he admits, so much for Yuuri asking nicely, turns out Victor will be the one begging, "I want your cock inside of me, b, before I come."

The flush on Yuuri's face deepens at that and he does look a little shocked about it for a moment, but he's in motion almost before the words are out of Victor's mouth and really, he's nervous as hell about this and he knows he's just got to go for it before he loses his nerve, but that looks a lot like reckless confidence, actually.

He's actually doing this. He's actually going to lose his virginity to Victor Nikiforov and it's going to be because Victor begged him to fuck him and he's not sure what planet he's on anymore. He's pretty sure it can't be earth. He's pretty sure he doesn't give a fuck at the moment, though. He slides his fingers out and it takes him a moment to figure out angles and how to line up for this and everything, as well get more lube. He's clumsy about it-- and the first push actually sends him sliding past Victor's entrance instead of inside him-- but finally he figures it out.

The push in is slow, and Yuuri is the one who looks wrecked before he's halfway in, head back and mouth open for a moment on a low moan as he sinks a little deeper, centimeter by centimeter, but he's never felt anything like this before.

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