Come on and take my breath away

[yokunaru]

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[yokunaru]

[A coach. Right. That's all there is to this--just a coach giving some advice. Somehow Yuuri doesn't think he's managed to convince himself of that, even in his own mind. Victor isn't trying to wiggle his way out of this, though, and that's the only reassurance he needed.

Yuuri glances down the hallway, where he can still hear his mother's voice mixing with the guests'. He bites his lip nervously.]

Let's do this later. [When people are less likely to interrupt, he doesn't say.]

[wauuu]

Whenever you need, Yuri. [he'll pat Yuri's shoulder and spin on a heel, leaving him to get changed for practice. The middle of a day was an odd time. Victor is honestly curious if Yuri will bring this up later and when and where. It seemed too bold, but maybe Victor had misjudged him. He hopes he's misjudged him.]

[yokunaru]

[All throughout practice, and even on the way back to the inn, Victor will probably notice Yuuri sneaking looks at him when he thinks he isn't paying attention. Not exactly out of the norm for him, but the stares seem a little weightier than usual, like he's being given careful consideration this time around.

It happens on their way out of the baths--Yuuri's hand curls around Victor's wrist impulsively. It's a fleeting touch; Yuuri lets go as quickly as he'd reached out, all too aware of their audience. He knows the other guests might have already gotten an eyeful of Victor and Yuuri's antics in previous days, but that doesn't make Yuuri any less self-conscious, considering what he's asking.]

Do you still...? [He trails off, blush returning, but he stands firm, looking oddly determined to see this through.]

[wauuu]

[Victor stops when he's reached out for, looking back at Yuri curiously. The look of determination, the bubbling up of red across his features; all very cute. He'll lift his hands and brush fingertips along Yuuri's jawline.]

Ready for a more private lesson?

[yokunaru]

[Viktor's fingertips are warm against Yuuri's skin. The touch encourages him to reach up and cover Viktor's hand with his own, finally allowing himself to reciprocate just a little bit more.]

Yes. [Despite the nervous, rapid beating of his heart, he manages to keep his voice from wavering too much.]

[wauuu]

My room? Or yours--?

[yokunaru]

[Briefly remembering all the posters that had been shoved hastily under his bed when Victor first arrived--]

Um, yours.

[wauuu]

We'll try not to make a lot of noise, then. [he'll wink, heading toward his room with a beckoning finger. It's was normally a banquet hall and not exactly away from the public areas like the bedrooms are, after all.]

[yokunaru]

[All Yuuri can do is follow him, eyes trained on the back of Victor's head. Thankfully, they don't run into anyone on the way there, because Yuuri's almost positive something in his expression would have given him away.

With some relief, he slides the door shut and then turns toward Victor expectantly.]

[wauuu]

[Victor will spin back to face Yuri, once they've reached the privacy of his room]

Such a determined expression! I hope you don't think this will be a chore.

[yokunaru]

No! It's not that. [Yuuri shakes his head quickly, adamantly. Personal feelings aside, Yuuri wants more than anything to perfect the routine. For himself, and for Victor, who took this season off to coach him. He's representing both of them on the ice now, not just himself, and flubbing as badly as he did before just isn't an option.]

Just...nervous. [He allows himself to admit that much.]

[wauuu]

Well, don't get performance anxiety. [though he could draw a few parallels between this as a performance and skating, he won't]

Maybe I should show you, first.

[yokunaru]

Okay. Let's do that.

[Relieved that Victor had picked a place for them to start, Yuuri gingerly takes a seat at the edge of Victor's bed.]

[wauuu]

[Victor will watch Yuri sit and cross over to him, before crawling to straddle his lap. He'll put his hands on the man's shoulders, looking at him coyly]

Well, the first thing you need is something that turns you on.

[yokunaru]

[Victor. In his lap. For a second, Yuuri feels as if he's meeting Victor on that first night again, stunned by the man's proximity and having absolutely no idea what to do about it.]

I think this is working. [Thoroughly flustered, his voice emerges as a squeak.]

[wauuu]

That's good. [he keeps that coy smirk on to rub his hands up Yuri's shoulders]

You have to let yourself fantasize. What's something you think is sexy, Yuri?

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri swallows, knowing his face is turning red again. If Victor keeps his up, he's going to stay like this permanently.]

Well... [He knows what he should say, no matter how unbelievable it is now--"katsudon" has always been his thing for eros since that dinner when he blurted it out, but Yuuri knows more than anyone that it's not exactly what he thinks about when he's skating the routine now. It hasn't been, since Onsen on Ice.

His gaze lowers, breaking away from Victor's. Softly, barely above a whisper--] ...you.

[wauuu]

[Victor's eyes light up and practically shimmer, he purrs]

Me, huh? And what about me is sexy--?

[yokunaru]

[This time, Yuuri simply buries his face in his hands. He can't believe he actually said that. Or that Victor heard him, because of course he did.]

Um. I have to choose?

[wauuu]

Of course not. You just have to start somewhere. [for your Eros and all that yeah no other reason]

[yokunaru]

[That's enough to get Yuuri to look up from his hands and squint at Victor somewhat suspiciously, shyness forgotten for a second.]

I'm not going to give you a list or anything, if that's what you were hoping for. [He pokes at Victor's chest pointedly.] You've got a big enough ego as it is.

[Before Victor showed up in Hasetsu, Yuuri would have gladly sang his idol's praises. Now, though, he's spent enough time with Victor to know what to watch out for.]

[wauuu]

Wow! What a way to set the mood.

Really.

Very sexy. [his hands go to Yuri's face and pinch his cheeks, pulling them apart cartoonishly]

[yokunaru]

Ow, ow. [Yuuri mutters as he bats Victor's hands away, though, part of him is just a bit amused by Victor's reaction.

The amusement lingers, giving him enough nerve to say steadily, earnestly--]

I like all of you. Can't we just leave it at that?

[wauuu]

Yuri. [his smile will twitch a bit in annoyance]

Do you want me to touch your dick or not?

I choked on my tea jsyk, thank you for that

[yokunaru]

Now who's setting the mood? [He returns before he can help himself. Still, even Yuuri can tell developing his sarcastic, rebellious side in this particular moment isn't really working in his favor.

He sighs, finally answering for real.] Yes...

[A pause as he flounders for an answer, and worries at his bottom lip.] Your, um. Y-your voice, I guess.