[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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]
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.]
That's what it felt like! Don't make fun of me while I do this, [he says and yet, he also sounds like he's enjoying himself. Huffing and puffing at one another is a pretty funny and unexpected mood to find themselves in, but the surprise is still enjoyable to roll with, natural and real between them]
And never pull at my hair! You know I'll be cross!
Couldn't help it. [Though his laughter's tapered off, he's still obviously amused by the way things turned out.] But... no hair-pulling, got it.
[A pause, as Yuuri looks thoughtful.] I don't think I'd mind if you pulled my hair, if I... you know... [The musing tone trails off into something more bashful by the end of it. It's still a process, figuring out the things he likes, and Yuuri's suddenly struck with a sense of relief that Victor's the one helping him along.]
[If Victor had a tail, it would be wagging to hear that, his hips swaying just a bit behind him. Yuuri should tell him absolutely all his fantasies so they can try to make them real, together. It's sounds like the most fun, pure wish fulfillment, and Victor would indulge to Yuuri's heart's content if the man would just open up to him. He's just a bit surprised it's happened so quick, even if only in small ways. He wants to be encouraging!]
I can try whatever you'd like. [he purrs out, kiss Yuuri's cock again, not forgetting it despite the silly mood they found] You can be mean to me in other ways and I'll like it, just don't tease me that I'm old. Too rude.
[The kiss draws a soft, stuttered hitch of the breath from Yuuri. This time, when he reaches out, he brushes the tips of his fingers along Victor's cheek, making sure to avoid the hair.] You're not old. [Ridiculous as he might think Victor's being, Yuuri's not going to do something that Victor clearly doesn't like.
Victor's eagerness to accommodate Yuuri's wishes makes his lips tug up into a fond smile. It's touching to have someone so willing to hear him out. It makes Yuuri want to reciprocate, to know what Victor would like, too. And maybe that's why Yuuri finds himself hesitantly asking for some clarification instead of shying away.] In other ways... like what?
You'll have to bend me over a knee and spank me, one day, [he'll say like it's a terribly fun secret, kissing Yuuri's cock as punctuation, just for positive reinforcement] it's one of my favorites.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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Forgetting his promise, Yuuri drops his head back with a groan.]
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You're not watching, Yuuri. [the tease is followed by him kissing the tip again, waiting patiently for Yuuri to look again]
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I... I am now. [He promises, eyes impossibly warm as they meet Victor's.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Do not pull his hair though, Yuuri, he will bite you.]
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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.]
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You're so mean..!
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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.]
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And never pull at my hair! You know I'll be cross!
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[A pause, as Yuuri looks thoughtful.] I don't think I'd mind if you pulled my hair, if I... you know... [The musing tone trails off into something more bashful by the end of it. It's still a process, figuring out the things he likes, and Yuuri's suddenly struck with a sense of relief that Victor's the one helping him along.]
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I can try whatever you'd like. [he purrs out, kiss Yuuri's cock again, not forgetting it despite the silly mood they found] You can be mean to me in other ways and I'll like it, just don't tease me that I'm old. Too rude.
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Victor's eagerness to accommodate Yuuri's wishes makes his lips tug up into a fond smile. It's touching to have someone so willing to hear him out. It makes Yuuri want to reciprocate, to know what Victor would like, too. And maybe that's why Yuuri finds himself hesitantly asking for some clarification instead of shying away.] In other ways... like what?
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