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The upward grinding of Yuuri's hips makes Victor yelp. Not a pained cry, it's very playful, he laughs a little after, trying to calm himself. Hands finally drop from his face, all his pale skin blushed. He's embarrassed, sure, but Yuuri was length deep inside him still. The only way to redeem himself is to keep fucking the man, woe is him (who is this kidding? He's very happy to do this). Legs need a bit of readjustment, not wanting to be in a position he could slide away from himself again. Victor shifts his weight off, then back down on Yuuri's cock. He's off pace, awkwardly to start, but he gets a feel for it and moves along with Yuuri's writhing soon enough.

It's sensitive, but also strangely relaxing. Victor's pretty clear headed after coming, more eager than ever to please Yuuri and ease his own humiliation. Seeing the younger man come a second time would be pleasing in many ways-- not just an appeal to his, admittedly troublesome, ego.

"C, call us even," he laughs gently, as he doesn't like hearing sorry, especially not midfuck. He messed up first, Yuuri wasn't doing anything wrong, "have your way, Yuuri. I want you to come, too!"

Well, one good thing about having an inexperienced lover-- Yuuri's got nothing to compare that to. Maybe that's just a thing that happens. He can't quite wrap his head around Victor being embarrassed, either, not because there wasn't anything embarrassing about what happened-- he would probably have died if it happened to him-- but because Victor just kind of exists in a state of perfection in his head, still.

He makes a strangled little noise when Victor just casually says he should have his way with him, flushing,

"It's starting to be a pattern," it's almost muttered, but it ends up being kind of teasing. But between this and the blow job, Yuuri's either got a very skewed idea of what turns Victor on, or the accidentally most accurate idea. Either way, there's no way he's going to resist that offer, or even try to. He grips Victor more firmly by the hips and finds a pace. His legs and back are going to hurt tomorrow, but it's a small price to pay for Victor all warm around him right now.

"Yuuri, Yuuri," Victor moans at the pace, rocking back against Yuuri as best he can, but again begging out a demand, "let's change position, s, something easier for you, my legs are useless..." He can handle the sensitivity after his orgasm, it's delightful really, but he hated being too tired to move.

Victor slides Yuuri's cock out of him and flops at the man's side. His hands nudging the young man, encouraging him to roll over, on top of him. Victor held the position until now, so he tries to look small and demure beneath Yuuri. It kind of works, until he's spreading his legs and hooking them around Yuuri's hips, encouraging him back inside. That's still very much him in control.

"Please," is his only verbal reaction to the suggestion that they switch places. He would have kept going like that and to hell with whatever he felt like in the morning, but it's not easy and he's not really all that close to the edge so much as just needs to move.

Victor doesn't have to encourage him to roll over, but he might need a little help actually doing it, legs already protesting what they'd been doing. When he gets there, though, he does stop a minute, gazing down at him, rapt. Victor's beautiful, always is, but he's gorgeous like this, with his cheeks still pink from embarrassment and everything about him a kind of post-coital lazy. And then Victor goes all kind of soft looking and Yuuri snorts, can't help it,

"It's too late for that, we already did naked yoga," he points out, just a second before he's reeled back in and he's surprised enough to lose his balance and there's just skin everywhere and despite what they have done, there hasn't been a whole lot of that and he'd be embarrassed at the noise he made, except everything's too heavenly for a moment for him to care.

Don't worry, he'll get back on track in a moment-- but he does get caught up in kissing for a long moment, instead.

The words and the expression on Yuuri's face and the falling on top of him; Victor's scarcely containing himself. He's so pleased, so unburdened, he'll giggle again like he had been doing throughout the day. The weakness he has for Yuuri can't be hidden, so he'll just express it. He love this. All of this. The goofiness, the intimacy, even the embarrassment. Everything that happens between them is one surprise after another, Victor's attention is just as rapt as Yuuri's is. He returns the kisses with gusto, playfully short, nibbling the man's lips, tugging them with teeth, all through a wide smile.

"I want to do much more!" Victor coos at him, his hands reaching around Yuuri's sides and holding him in a close embrace. The man easily nestled between Victor's long legs, both spread wide.

Once the man is moving inside him again, he falls into a series of loud, adoring moans. His body isn't moving much, that's what's gone lazy, but he's brimming with enthusiasm in his voice and manner.

Yuuri's got nothing to compare this to, doesn't know how unfortunately rare this is, but he does feel like this is something special, all the same. Maybe it would have been better, if Victor had swept him off his feet, if they'd had crazy sex last night, if Victor had ridden him like he was planning on, but given the choice of all of those things, Yuuri would definitely have picked this, every time, without question. This is really what he's wanted all along-- not the sex or even the patience and kindness but just... Victor. Whatever else happens after this, this moment is real and in this moment, he has all of him and everything's still so new and precarious feeling, but it's still wonderful.

He lines back up and pushes back in almost in a dream, voicing his own pleasure without restraint as he sinks back in. It takes him a moment to figure out how to move like this, but it's okay that it does and he doesn't know what to do with that feeling, so he kisses into Victor's mouth and then down his neck, feeling bolder about that.

Writhing and moaning and laughing, Victor wouldn't choose anything other than this, himself. The moment is so joyous; pleasure followed by pleasure, on and on. The more time from the initial moment of shock and Victor's relieved to have come earlier on. His mind is clearer and the sex still felt amazing. He can focus on Yuuri's enjoyment, giving him what he needs. Hands run up and down Yuuri's back, fingers massaging into skin like he had done before on the couch, digging in with tips, but not nails. His opens up his neck for Yuuri to kiss down, pale skin hot and red from exertion.

"Oooh, Yuuri, you're wonderful, k, keep going,"

He's not really sure he could have stopped anyway. Everything's still slow, but every dragging thrust feels like it's preordained, somehow, like once he gets buried deep or almost out, the only thing left in the world to do is reverse. Somewhere along the way, he's slid a hand up under Victor's knee, pushing it up a little bit, changing the angle, but even that's been almost lazy, just a way to sink deeper, get more. He feels greedy and it's wonderful, head spinning.

He finally sits up a little, partially to adjust the angles but also partially so he can ghost fingers over Victor's cock, judge the reaction to that, even as his own boldness makes him flush deeper than he already was. He's still mostly silent, but there's a whole range of facial expression and reactions to read as communication.

Not the type to go soft after an orgasm, Victor was hard and very sensitive still. The fingers tickling over his cock make him shiver, a shaky whimper escaping him. Yuuri was continuing to fuck him, heavy and hotly, it's impossible for him to not get built back up with arousal. He's not sure he could come again, so soon, but then... he'd been wrong about his limits earlier. Yuuri's defying his expectations at every turn.

The only thing missing is the talk. Victor liked hearing his partners moan, of course, but drawing words from them was his preference. There was a degree of praise he liked to voice and see responded too.

"More, Yuuri, y-you're a natural," he'll cry out, his arms falling over his head, splaying his body out. He's all well toned, shiny skin, sweat defining all the ripples of his muscles as he's fucked into the mattress. Smile ever present.

If asked, he would say that getting him to talk much during sex would be impossible. He's just not ever going to be comfortable enough to do that, or he's more focused during sex than that, too much happening with his body and in his head to speak a whole lot. But then, he also would have said he never would have ever been able to convince himself to hold someone's head still and fuck their mouth, either and that's literally the first thing he did, so his opinion doesn't really count for much in the long run.

He's not talking now, though, but it's mostly because of the latter reasons-- too much being processed for him to find words, much less words in a second language. He ducks his head at the praise a little, but he's not going to miss looking at Victor sprawled out like that for long. It's so... self-indulgent. Yuuri doesn't say anything to that, but Victor can almost certainly feel his reaction to it, cock twitching at the sight even buried in him.

He tears his eyes away for a moment, finally, though, to pursue the original intent, which was to get some more lube on his hand and wrap it loosely around Victor's cock, stroking him. He's not going to have the coordination to keep up both once he really starts getting close, which is going to be very soon at this rate, but he's starting to get something of an addiction to seeing Victor in various stages of falling apart, an obsession Victor is doing notably absolutely nothing to stop.

Yuuri tries and succeeds in making Victor crumble. The hand on his cock makes his back arch and his head toss back. He pushes his head back into the pillow behind him, mouth lulling open as a sinful noise escapes him. His legs start with motion tensing around Yuuri, pressing impossibly strong thighs around Yuuri's hips. Inside, as well, he tightens up, squeezing Yuuri's cock.

"Oooh, Yuuri, th-that's almost too.... too much," just almost, right to the edge, Yuuri seems to be comfortable there. Any harder and Victor might have to beg mercy, mercy, please... but then he might like that, too.

He's not quite brave enough to take that opportunity, not yet, but it accomplishes part of what Victor surely was intending it to, because the idea settles behind his ribs, somewhere, that he could actually push Victor to that point, that he could get him begging because something was too good to endure. He wants that, all of a sudden.

He wants that later, though, and not just because he's a little too nervous still to reach for it, but also because Victor's squeezing down around him and saying his name like that at the same time, splayed out on the pillows just for him, because of him, and there's no way he's going to last much longer after that.

His hand on Victor's cock is just a distraction, now, another note of pleasure in a sea of them (though he's hardly going to protest if Victor decides that too much is actually not enough and takes that pace into his own hands) as the motion of his hips turns sharper now, faster. He's got a cutely determined look on his face all of a sudden, like he's trying to land a difficult jump, sweat standing out across his forehead, but it all melts away into a startled kind of pleasure when he actually comes, like his orgasm surprises him a little. (It does.)

Everything from Victor's toes to his neck curl inward, when Yuuri comes inside of him. His legs hook around Yuuri's back, not letting him pull out for the initial burst. It hits deep in him and it's so much hotter and more slick around the man's cock. His legs slowly find slack, Yuuri probably wanted to slide out of him before the sensitivity became a discomfort. Victor's chest heaves up and down, like he's finished a particularly arduous routine. He can feel Yuuri's sweat dripping down onto him and he reaches a hand to the man's face, pushing aside some of the black hair sticking to Yuuri's forehead.

"Ты нужна мне всё больше и больше," sorry, Yuuri, you don't really get to know what he said. It's very loving in tone, very admiring, even a little disbelieving. Victor's expression is a man in love, a man enthralled, and a man unable to look away.

It's Victor's reactions that are the best part of this, the things he'll remember-- how stunned he looks, how beautiful and wrecked, the gentle sweep of his hands. His head melts into the touch, when he pushes his hair back. Yuuri still just looks stunned, eyes soft but wide, expression a little slack, and it's actually a long moment before he seems able to move, and even then, it's just to pull out and collapse beside Victor, facing him, hooking himself closer with a leg, but only sort of half-heartedly, before even that's too much and he just lets his body fall against his.

He just rests like that a moment, clearly not asleep because he's breathing too hard for that, but he just... needs a minute. He does finally raise his head, though, and he's still got that slightly stunned expression lingering, though something in it shifts this time, looking at Victor, something seems more relaxed about him, for the moment,

"Thank you," he breathes, because he's feeling several things all at the same time and that's the only one he knows the words for.

Relaxing back and decompressing together is welcome, Victor needing the moments to breathe and let his mind quiet. Simple thoughts only. Yuuri is beautiful, he's kind, he's fun, cute, a little strange, a little embarrassing. Victor wonders if he might be falling in love with this one, he's not sure he's felt so much immediate connection before. It's a whirlwind that Victor wants to stay swept up in, clinging to Yuuri for dear life.

The words make him laugh, breathless and quiet.

"A very good first time, I take it,"

"Yes," he breathes, because there's no other response to that, but then he adds, "It was perfect," and he's not being kind, he's being truthful and it's very clear he's including all of it, even Victor slipping. He reels him in for a kiss, then, comfortable enough to just do it, without thinking about it, and the kiss turns long, lazy. He feels both sated and hungry at the same time, like he wants more, but he's maybe too satisfied to reach for it. It's a new feeling and he revels in it a little.

And finally, finally, after two mind-shattering orgasms in close proximity, he seems comfortable enough to reach out and actually sweep his hands, slowly, along Victor's body, tracing out muscles and patterns of his own, also lazily.

Victor reaches to Yuuri in response, before touching his face, pinching the man's cheek between his thumb and index. He squishes them cartoonishly, chuckling to tease.

"Not waking up, are you?" he lets go, gracing his fingers back through the man's hair. This all did feel like a dream they could pop out of at any moment. "Pinch me, won't you? I don't want to be dreaming, either."

"Ow!" it doesn't really hurt it's more surprise than anything else, "What was that fo-" and then Victor is explaining and Yuuri blushes, but he does pinch him, more gently maybe.

"Today is the single more surreal day of my life. If I was going to wake up, I figure I would have done it before now," he smiles, soft and genuine, "Yesterday was the worst day of my life," he says, outright, "This on the heels of that doesn't feel real," he drops his eyes, can't quite look at Victor for this, still too shy, "I want it to be real..."

"Owow," he doesn't mean the cry, saying it laughingly as Yuuri gives him a pinch, "it's real, yes. Slip ups aside, I wouldn't have this another way." He snuggles in close, nestling his head in to share a pillow with Yuuri. He rubs the man's side, the touch as lazy and casual as his demeanor.

"A very good thing we didn't have sex last night," he chuckles, "it would be a true shame to forget this!"

"It would be. I never want to forget this," he means that. He's still not convinced this isn't going to just be a span of several, dream-like days once he gets his passport back, something to look back on and remember fondly, but not something to be repeated. But he's firmly convinced now that he doesn't care. Victor is amazing, the sex is amazing, everything about the way he feels, here, is amazing, and if the price for that is a broken heart at the end of all of this, because he opened it too wide, then so be it, he's willing to pay that price.

"Is it too early to go to bed?" he asks after a moment, "I feel like we should clean up and like it's still too early, but I don't want to move."

"We should definitely get up and have dinner," Victor suggests, though he certainly isn't moving for himself. "Nothing wrong with laying around until then." His hands where idly tracing along Yuuri's body, getting stuck on a sticky line up the man's torso.

Right. He did that.

"A shower, too," sleeping like this would be a bit gross by morning.

Yuuri's so languid seeming now, almost lazy, fingers tracing in idle patterns, all of that nervous energy calmed into a sleepy little pleased look on his face. Kisses come easily now, warm and slow, and Victor's hands on him occasionally pull a soft little sigh. He drifts for a little bit, even after Victor speaks, maybe enough that Victor thinks he's fallen asleep but he finally drags his eyes open,

"A shower sounds nice. Or a bath. Did I tell you my parents run a hot springs resort?" it's sort of distracted, still lazy, even though a moment later he rolls over a little and stretches, which he doesn't think of as anything sexy but there's definitely room for a second opinion there.

"You did mention that, actually, I was even invited. Come to Hatsetsu and be my coach! you said," Victor laughs, eying Yuuri as he stretched out. Yes. Good.

What was he saying?

"I could run a bath for us, I have a big one."

"I... still can't believe I said that..." Yuuri says, but this time it's with a little laugh. There are entirely too many endorphins for mortification just at the moment, though he does seem like he's slowly going a bit shy again, flushing when he catches Victor looking at him.

Normally, he's not really very good at expressing either what he needs or wants, having to go to emotional extremes before he opens up, but what the hell, right? It's not like anything in the last 24 hours has made any damn sense.

"I'd really like a bath," he says, though he looks away a moment later, "But, uh, if you want to take a shower, that's fine. You're right about the getting clean either way."

"A bath sounds divine! I'll get up when I can feel my legs a bit better," Victor laughs, wiggling his hips a bit, his legs not doing much in response. Just laying beside Yuuri, admiring him, is perfectly fine for now. Cleaning up can come later.

"... I might like to visit your hotspring, sometime. I've never been to one."

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