Come on and take my breath away

[yokunaru]

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[yokunaru]

[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.]

[wauuu]

[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.

[yokunaru]

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.]

[wauuu]

[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]

[yokunaru]

[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.]

[wauuu]

[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.

[yokunaru]

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.

[wauuu]

[Victor smiles at Yuuri pushing himself up for a better view, but he extends his free hand forward, up Yuuri's stomach to nudge him back down against the bed]

Put some pillows behind you and relax, you've had enough strain today. [another kiss, this time to the side of Yuuri's shaft, letting it linger as he waits for the young man to get comfortable as possible]

[yokunaru]

It wasn't that bad. [It could've been much worse, in terms of his anxiety and the competition in general. But he still mutters a soft "okay" as lowers himself back onto the sheets.

Unable to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him, Yuuri exhales shakily as Victor's lips touch his his shaft. He gropes blindly above him for a pillow and shoves it unceremoniously behind his back like Victor had asked.]

[wauuu]

[the pads of his fingers trace up and down Yuuri's cock, before his middle and thumb softly pinch the tip. His index teases the tip, rubbing at the droplets of precum around the sensitive hole. Smug as ever, Victor has to tease with words as much as actions, enjoying making a mess of Yuuri. A pleasant mess, he hoped the man wouldn't burst into tears again. If this caused tears, it should only be the watery around the edges I can't believe how good this feels kind.]

Fantasized about this before, Yuuri?

[yokunaru]

[His cock jerks, hardening even more in Victor's hand even as Yuuri bites his lip with a whimper.]

I... yes. A--a lot.

[Maybe not so much before, when his daydreams had mostly consisted of skating with Victor on the same ice and being acknowledge by his idol in some way. After Victor had arrived in Hasetsu and choreographed Eros, though, his thoughts had taken a much less innocent turn. If Victor hadn't made it clear that he felt the same (Yuuri's at least 90% sure of this now), Yuuri would probably feel a little guilty about how often he's thought of Victor this way.]

[wauuu]

[Sucking a dick only gets him 90% surety? He'd give Yuuri such a look, if he knew that. He's not going right for it, hand stroking down slowly to get Yuuri more erect, wanting to draw this out so it felt as good as possible. This is a reward, after all!]

You must really want it, then, [he'll kiss the tip, lapping the precum off as he did so. His blue eyes spy up to Yuuri deviously, letting the man watch as his tongue licked over him. He should give a good show,] mmnnn, I hope you think about it a lot more, from here on.

[yokunaru]

[With the attention Victor's been lavishing on him, it's gotten more and more easier to believe what Victor tells him. That he wants Yuuri right where he is now.]

I do, I want it. [Yuuri breathes out, voice stuttering as his hip lifts off the bed, unconsciously chasing after Victor's touch. The pleasure sparked from the slow, deliberate teasing makes him careless with his words.]

[wauuu]

[Yuuri lifting upward presses the man's cock into his lips, squishing them up rather cutely. Victor's expression speaks to a teasing how impatient, an eyebrow up before he indulges. His mouth opens, taking Yuuri passed his teeth, finally. His tongue wraps around the head and sucks it back, fitting most of Yuuri inside. Blue eyes gaze up with pleasure to serve, Victor reaching to tuck his hair messily behind an ear, half his bangs returning immediately despite the effort.]

[yokunaru]

[The sensation shocks him, though he'd just practically begged Victor for it. He'd indulged in a fantasy or two of this before, with his hand to coax himself along and his imagination to fill in the blanks. The reality of it is different, the sensation of Victor's mouth around him almost too much.

Forgetting his promise, Yuuri drops his head back with a groan.]

[wauuu]

Mmmn... [Victor moans around the length in his mouth, moving it in deep and then out again, in one smooth motion. He licks his lips]

You're not watching, Yuuri. [the tease is followed by him kissing the tip again, waiting patiently for Yuuri to look again]

here, too

[yokunaru]

[It takes more effort than it should be push himself back up until Victor's in his sight again. Already, he's flushed and breathless.]

I... I am now. [He promises, eyes impossibly warm as they meet Victor's.]

[wauuu]

If you're going to come, you don't have to warn me. [another lick of his own lips before dipping his mouth back around Yuuri's cock. He pressed Yuuri into his cheek at first, all the softest skin pressed to the head of his dick, making it look for a moment like he'd be too much for Victor to fit. It's all for fun, Victor's getting a feel for the shape against his tongue, between his teeth, sure not to graze the young man in any unpleasant way. Being watched while he did this is extra arousing, he takes great pleasure in doing this, it's all over his expression.]

[yokunaru]

[One hand flutters up to his mouth like he can't help it. If feeling what Victor's doing to him is already a lot, then seeing it as well is just overwhelming.

The sight of Victor mouthing at him is...hot, for a lack of better words, he decides. But it's Victor's expression, the obvious enjoyment of what he's doing that really sends a jolt of desire through him.]

Victor... [Yuuri breathes, unable to tear his eyes away.]

[wauuu]

Mmnn... [it's about as clear communication Yuuri is going to get, while Victor does this. It's is very clear, though, a lewd and satisfied moan of approval, not all that different from the sound he makes when eating something particularly delicious. He sucks Yuuri to the back of his mouth, taking him all the way in with a little effort, just familiar enough to deep throat without being uncomfortable. It's so worth to see Yuuri looking ready to fall apart at any moment. His head bobs slowly along the length, tongue grazing and sucking the whole shaft. The benefit of an experienced and giving partner, Victor wanted to spoil Yuuri on this pleasure, a reward he's well beyond earned.]

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri cries out as Victor takes him in, this time barely remembering to keep himself from muffling the sound. It doesn't seem like such a bad idea now, to let Victor hear exactly what he's doing to him. With Victor so focused on spoiling him this way, the sharp embarrassment he'd felt earlier is muted and quickly forgotten.

Every bob of Victor's head wrings a soft, desperate sound from him, and he feels a familiar tension building in him. Without thinking, Yuuri reaches out until his fingertips brush against Victor's soft hair.]

[wauuu]

[Victor assumes the Yuuri is being a smart as and reaching to poke at his whorl. The prissy look he shoots the younger man is more humorous than threatening, all pouty lips surrounding Yuuri's dick. His expression is a disbelieving "Really? Right now?" but he's clearly not offended enough to stop what he's doing.

Do not pull his hair though, Yuuri, he will bite you.]

[yokunaru]

[For a second, Yuuri's completely confused, not knowing what to make of Victor's expression. Did something happen? he manages to wonder, even though Victor's lips on him is incredibly distracting.

Then, suddenly, it seems to click. Victor had given him that look as soon as he touched his hair. His hand flies up to his mouth, but it's too late to stop the giggle from escaping.]

[wauuu]

[OFFENDED. Well, not really, the giggle makes Victor pout harder for a moment before he kind of snorts (a strange sensation for Yuuri probably). He has to take his mouth off the man and laugh along in response. He's trying to sound mad and totally failing as he laughs out]

You're so mean..!

[yokunaru]

Sorry, sorry! [He is sorry that he's essentially ruined the mood, but that doesn't stop him from giggling all the same. There's still a grin pulling at his lips when he pushes himself upright again.]

I just--were you really that worried about your hair just now? [Yuuri lets his hand brush against Victor's cheek fondly.] I promise I wasn't trying to touch that spot again. [He remembers all to well how Victor had reacted that time.]