mixingbowl | Come on and take my breath away

[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.

But... [It's embarrassing, he wants to protest at first. But then it hits him: this isn't like last time, when they'd had to fight to keep quiet because of the inn's thin walls. The only person who can hear him now is Victor.

Slowly, Yuuri lowers his hand from his mouth and lets it drop to his side, eyes still on Victor's face. He's already hardening, cock filling with with every kiss Victor places on his skin.]

[the smile on Victor's features only broadens, as Yuuri lowers his hand to the sheets. He's going to make Yuuri crumple those up in his fingers, in no time. His lips trail to Yuuri's cock, moving to hold it in his palm, before he's leaned in to kiss the tip. Feeling it harden in his grasp is immensely satisfying]

[Yuuri's hips jerk up into Victor's hand involuntarily, his body's reaction giving him away even when he doesn't vocally beg for more. The fleeting kisses feel more like teasing right now, and they're just not enough.]

[Victor can't just do something, even if it's completely obviously what he's going to do. He has to ask, to draw Yuuri out, to be met half way. It didn't take long for him to catch on that this helped Yuuri feel more comfortable, even if it took Yuuri out of his comfort zone initially. It gave them equal footing where it mattered most.]

Should I suck you off, Yuuri? You can't take your eyes off me, if I do.

Please. [His voice cracks a little this time. Yuuri swallows hard, propping himself up on his elbows.]

I won't take my eyes off of you.

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