mixingbowl | Come on and take my breath away

[Victor laughs softly, before rather pointedly spreading Yuuri's legs and pushing himself between them. He floats from the opposite side of the bath to meet Yuuri, forehead to forehead. His hands on either sides of the ledge of the bath.]

You can be sure, Yuuri. I wouldn't do this if I wasn't.

[Yuuri watches him with wide eyes, face pinking up as Victor slots into the space between his legs. He exhales quietly, shakily.] Okay.

Okay. [He says again, letting Victor's reassurance settle in with a surety. While he still doesn't understand what Victor sees in him, he knows he can trust that Victor means this. He feels warm and cared for in a way that he's never really been before.

Yuuri shifts, tilting his head up so he can press his lips to Victor's.]

[Making that kind of face is just... unfairly cute. Victor smiles gently into the kiss, returning it with care. He knew it was a fine line for Yuuri, doting easily made him feel looked down on. Victor had nothing but uttermost respect for the younger skater, it's why he didn't go easy on him. He expected the best and he got so much from Yuuri, knowing he had a dedicated heart. This was a hard earned reward and Victor is pleased that Yuuri is allowing it.

His hands slide down Yuuri's sides, gently groping down his hips before reaching around behind, embracing Yuuri as sensually as it was romantic. He'll deepen the kiss, if he's allowed, tongue slipping out curiously.]

[Yuuri shivers, arching his back slightly at Victor's touch. With how busy they've been since that first time, Yuuri's stubbornly tried to ignore any flashes of desire he's felt after that. Now, it feels like all of it comes rushing back, amplified by the time he's spent holding himself back.

His hands slide up Victor's chest to wrap loosely around his shoulders as he returns the kiss eagerly, mouth opening when he feels Victor's tongue touch his lips.]

[Victor lets a low moan slip into Yuuri's mouth along with his tongue. The man's arms reaching up and anchoring over his shoulders is a wonderful feeling, he smiles to slide his hands down Yuuri's sides, stopping at his hips to knead circles with his palms. It's not the most comfortable position for a bath, however large, to be forward on his knees, so he won't be pushing in against Yuuri. He can only assume the man is started to get excited, from the red tinge on his cheek and the passion of his returned kiss. They shouldn't soak much longer, so Victor assumes the bed would be their next destination. Yuuri was certainly all tired out.]

Yuuri... I could reward you with one more thing, before you get some well deserved rest.

[Yuuri sighs into the kiss, letting Victor take the lead for now. With Victor touching him like this as they kiss, it's no surprise at all that Yuuri can feel himself getting hard. He squirms just a little, looking up at Victor through his lashes.]

Does it involve the bed? [He tries, and fails, in not sounding too hopeful. It's been ages since they last touched each other, and Yuuri doesn't care how tired is he from everything that happened today. He wants this.]

Of course. [Victor smiles back at Yuuri, especially charmed by the eagerness ringing in his voice. Having his affections returned felt like more than he deserved, after mishandling Yuuri's feelings that day. Victor is absolutely determined to make it up to Yuuri and he thinks their minds are along the same track. It had been so busy since that night they crawled all over each other, Victor playing the coach in the bedroom. His hand sneaks up to Yuuri's chin, dancing finger tips along like he did that first night he was at the insensitive, when Yuuri scrambled away from him.]

Dry off, lay back, and let me treat you real nice before your well deserved rest.

[Unlike the last time, when he'd fled promptly, Yuuri turns into the touch, even leaning forward to press a kiss to Victor's palm.]

Okay. Don't take too long. [Flush from the bath and kisses still lingering on his, Yuuri smiles and slides out of the tub. On the way out of the bathroom, he wraps himself in a fluffy towel and dries himself off. His heart's already racing with anticipation when he flops face-first onto the bed.]

[Victor's not taking more than a few minutes to follow Yuuri. He had massage oil out by the bed already, but he's not quite sure he'll use it. Dried off, he'll only slip into some briefs because since when does he bother sleeping in much? When he sees Yuuri flat on the bed, he chuckles gently and crawls over the back of him, placing hands on the crook of his shoulders. The touch is firm, massaging, but he's sly to say.]

If you want to stay just like this, I'll give that massage I promised. [another rub of his hands, he'd probably put Yuuri to sleep pretty quick like this] Or... you could turn over and I'll surprise you.

[from his tone, it's probably not going to be a surprise at all. It's probably going to be exactly what Yuuri thinks it would be. Or maybe a bit more.]

Mmm. [Yuuri hums his approval, melting under Victor's firm touch. There aren't many people he would leave himself vulnerable to like this, but Victor's quickly become the exception to all his rules. Yuuri burrows slightly into the sheets. While a massage sounds tempting, he's getting the sense that Victor wants more out of this, just like he does. Decision made, Yuuri turns over onto his back.]

What kind of surprise? [He asks, smiling as he plays along. One hand cups Victor's cheek, and he lifts his head up to brush his lips against Victor's. After keeping himself in check for so long, Yuuri doesn't even try to keep himself from touching Victor like he wants to now.]

[Lips brushing, just barely touching, Victor speaks quiet and seductive as ever]

Something that will, [the kiss will press between the sentiment, providing a sort of emphasis when he returns to ghosting his lips over Yuuri's] excite you.

[Yuuri lets his lips linger against Victor's for another moment before settling back onto the bed and looking up at him trustingly.]

It...really wouldn't take that much, if it's you. [Yuuri says honestly, with a hint of his shyness returning as he edges into sentimental territory. Not that it's a surprise.]

[no surprise, but it's sweet, Victor easing into soft smile. Another slow kiss before he'll ask.]

It's been a while, would you like another lesson in eros? [and to give him over one more of those precious virginity cards, while he's at it? They'd used their hands, but Victor really would love to take Yuuri apart with the pleasure his mouth could give.]

[There's no hesitation at all when Yuuri answers. Yuuri's known for a while that he would give Victor every last one of those cards until he's experienced all of his firsts with him.]

Please. [His voice goes soft, but doesn't waver in his eagerness.]

Then relax... and tell me if you don't like something. [Victor's tone is a lazy kind of confident, taking his time to speak as he kissed down Yuuri's neck. He's not leaving hickies, he didn't want to embarrass Yuuri by marking him all up. It's just a pressured drag of lips and the occasional brush of tongue to skin, moving across Yuuri's body. He's straddled over top of Yuuri, curling and sliding himself back down the bed as his lips reaches Yuuri's navel. A personal favorite place of his to be kissed, he'll linger with kisses, enjoying the little bit of softness Yuuri could never quite get rid of despite his physical strength. It was charming, not a flaw in Victor's mind in the slightest, and he wanted to express that with loving attention.]

Victor. [With a soft sigh, his head drops back onto the pillow.

Yuuri squirms a little, breath coming out in soft huffs as Victor's lips trail down his body and linger at his stomach. The anticipation only builds in him when he realizes Victor's taking his time to explore.]

[Naturally, Victor's hands run cold. The bath warmed them up considerably, but there is a light chill for him to hold Yuuri's sides. He's rubbing a contrast of cool fingers and a very warm tongue across bare skin.

Curiously, he tickles his fingers to see if he gets a squirming reaction, ever eager to surprise Yuuri if he can]

[At first, there's nothing except the slight tensing of muscles under Victor's fingers. Then, a giggle escapes him as he shifts around, trying to escape the tickling sensation.]

[of course, playfully vindictive as ever, Victor has to both hold Yuuri down as he squirms and tickle him more]

Riiight under your ribs! [he found your ticklish spot and now he'll never forget, whoops]

Nooooo. [Yuuri whines, voice breaking off with a squeak of laughter.

Renewing his attempts to wiggle away from the tickle attack, Yuuri's laughing too hard to do much more than push half-heartedly at the hand still holding him in place.]

[Victor will let Yuuri rest after only a few moments of laughing torture. He'll press a long, soothing kiss to the spot as he stops exploiting it. Victor expression is soft and playful, enjoying Yuuri's unburdened expression as he finds relief, though maybe it's only a moment before he's peeved he got tickled at all]

You're too fun to surprise. [all the fondness in the world, because what he really means is you're perfect for me, even though he won't be so direct]

[Yuuri tries to muster up a disapproving glower as he recovers, but the high flush on his cheeks and the way his eyes crinkle at the corners from lingering amusement don't really paint the image of someone who's upset.]

That's what you say now. I'll get you back for that later. [One hand reaches out to poke gently at Victor's side. Then, Yuuri huffs, flopping back onto the bed and rubbing at his stomach with a wince.] Ow.

You don't have to get me back, if I make it up to you, first. [he'll kiss down Yuuri to his groin, adjusting himself down Yuuri's legs, stopping at the waistline of his boxers. Shameless and sensual as ever, Victor catches the band between his teeth. His blue eyes flash up to Yuuri as he pulled the bit of cloth down, revealing Yuuri completely. It's not difficult to lift his face from there, shimming the boxers the rest of the way off Yuuri to toss aside. It's easier now to fit between them, parting Yuuri's thighs and kissing down the inevitably tired muscles on the inner side.]

[With a surprised hitch of his breath, Yuuri goes silent, humor immediately forgotten. Oh. Heat spreads through him as Victor tugs his boxers down with his teeth (his teeth!!!!). Suddenly it's a little hard to breathe. There's no way he can look away, though.]

Hrngh. [A soft, desperate sound escapes him, making Yuuri press a hand to his mouth to stifle whatever else might spill out. Yuuri's caught between spreading his thighs just a bit more, or trying to close them as Victor kisses the sensitive skin there. Victor's not even touching him yet, but so close, and he's already this needy for him.]

[Victor cradles Yuuri's thigh with a hand, kissing it like it's something precious, because it absolutely is. He can't take his eyes from Yuuri's face, either, not for more than a brief glimpse at the rest of his body. He's offered himself with so much trust for Victor he has to hesitate at the wish fulfillment it indulges for him. His sexy dream boy from the banquet, but so much better because they've earned the intimacy between them. It's not a fan and his idol, it's Yuuri and Victor, the moment all theirs.]

Don't worry about making noise, I want to hear you. [another kiss] Very much, Yuuri.

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