[The breath comes rushing right out of his lungs as his back hits the bed, leaving Yuuri just blinking up at Victor. Then, he remembers he's supposed to be learning from all this, not just lying here uselessly.
Well... [he'll get pulled down close with a breathless noise, smirking. He likes Yuri getting that spark of boldness. He'll move his hands to Yuri's shirt, running his hands up under it]
I don't really like clothes in the way.
no worries! I won't be able to watch until later either
[His eyes light up with amusement, mouth curving into a smile.] I couldn't tell, with the way you walk around the onsen. [It's true, everyone else is naked in the baths, too, but even that's a far cry from the Victor practically flaunts his good looks around.
Still, Yuuri doesn't need to be told twice. He sits up, tugging his shirt up with the barest hint of hesitation, before discarding it somewhere on the floor. Then, eyes watching Victor's face for approval, he fingers the hem of Victor's shirt, suddenly bashful again.] Can I--?
[Though he's taken by surprise by Victor's efficiency, Yuuri can't help but feel reassured by it, too. It allows him to think that maybe, just maybe, Victor might actually want this, too. That it's not just something he's doing to help with Yuuri's skating.
Drawing confidence from that thought, Yuuri tugs Victor's shirt up more insistently this time.]
[The spark of confidence is beyond appealing and Victor looks sharply, sensually at Yuri at his suggestion. He'll peel off his own shirt before standing up on the bed, looking down at Yrui as he goes for his slacks. Cue sexy belt unclasping and all]
You better watch this time, no looking off. [because he'd spied Yuri catching a glimpse of him undressing-- the lockers, the hotsprings-- but Yuri always shot his vision away in embarrassment]
[He pushes himself up onto his elbows, eagerly taking in the sight before him. This time, Victor had said. He can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed that Victor had known he was sneaking glances at him this whole time when Victor's asking him to watch now.]
[Victor smirks wide at the full attention. Quick as he might have thrown off Yuri's clothes, he'll slow down to tease his own stripping. First his belt, then he'll unzip to reveal the bulge straining those black, speedo-cut briefs he wore. The pants fall and he'll kick them off the bed. His thumbs hook into the waistline of his underwear]
[He's so doing this on purpose, Yuuri realizes, catching on after a second. Yuuri can't even bring himself to mind the teasing. His shuddering intake of breath is the only thing that gives away his nerves before he's sitting up with purpose.]
Yeah...everything off. [He hooks his fingers in Victor's briefs, pulling them down. Halfway down, he pauses, then leans forward to press a light kiss to Victor's stomach. It's surprisingly chaste, given the situation, but Yuuri's curiosity wins out now that he's allowed to touch.]
[Victor did about as many sexy things on purpose as he did on accident, but this is definitely all intentional. He bites his bottom lip deviously as Yuri slips his briefs down, revealing his erection as he steps out of the last bit of clothing. The kiss to his stomach is a nice surprise, one of his favorite places to be kissed. Yuri was an intuitive sort, he'd pick up on things quick.]
I... [The deer in the headlights look returns again as number of possibilities overwhelm him. He's picked up bits of knowledge of sex here and there--a few times on accident, because the internet is a scary place, and a few times on purpose, because the internet is a never ending spring of information. All that aside, he never considered even just this morning that he'd be where he is now. With Victor.]
Not--not all the way today. [He finally answers, some of the uncertainty leaving his face. He's never had a lover before; as curious as he is now, the thought of jumping straight in with all his inexperience admittedly makes him balk. Yuuri glances up at Victor through his lashes, gauging his reaction.] Is that--okay?
Yeah. [With Victor in his lap like this, it's inexplicably easier to admit this. He suspects it's because Victor isn't poking fun like he did before, and the sincerity certainly goes a long way in reassuring him, too.]
Is it that surprising? I've never been with anyone before, so....
[Yuuri reaches out, sweeping a hand over Victor's skin, his fingertips skimming down his chest and over to his hip with curiosity, like he's mapping out skin. He smiles up at Victor again.] Our clothes are out of the way now. What else do you like?
Virginity isn't one thing you get rid of. It's more like a whole bunch of cards you pass out over time. [he'll take one of Yuri's hands in his, moving one so Yuri cupped his face. Very sweetly he'll ask]
O-oh. [Yuuri exhales the word, looking surprised.] I've never heard of it described that way.
[More importantly, though, is the way Viktor says the cards are passed out over time. Feeling something in him relax, Yuuri smiles and lets his thumb brush fondly over Viktor's cheek.]
Let's just use our hands today. [He manages to avoid tacking on his usual "is that okay?", a hint of wryness slipping into his voice instead.] That's sort of what started this whole thing.
Just hands it is! It's good to have boundaries, Yuri. Just tell me if you don't like something. I'll listen. [he's absolutely confident in what he's saying and he hopes that eases Yuri's nervous mind. Victor knows how anxious the other man could get and is absolutely DETERMINED to make this a positive experience.
He scoots in close, pressing his butt down on Yuri's thighs, his legs flopped to either side. He'll put his fingers to Yuri's jawline, like he'd done many times to tease. Now though, he'll trace them down Yuri's neck, across his collarbone, shoulders, arms... he stops to hold one of the man's wrists gently, before drawing it to his mouth for a doting kiss to the soft skin there]
beautiful
Feeling a little overwhelmed doesn't keep him from reaching out, to twist his hand in Victor's shirt, like he's afraid Victor might pull away.]
I don't-- [He has no idea what he would even like.] I don't know. A--a little of everything?
got all these icons imma use them lmao
yes good
Softly--] So, what first?
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He can feel himself hardening under the touch, and his hips shift, pressing up into Victor's hand before he can even think about it.]
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I should get some smut icons.....
Distracting as Victor's touch is, Yuuri's determined to adapt and meet Victor halfway. He catches Victor's eyes.]
Wh-what about you, Victor?
Yes. Yep. Tots.
I'm worked up.
consider it done
I mean... [His hand reaches up to tug at Victor's shirt, pulling him closer.] Teach me what you like, too.
[The story behind Eros is about two people wrapped up in the seduction, after all.]
no new ep spoilers I got like 4 hours of work left D:
I don't really like clothes in the way.
no worries! I won't be able to watch until later either
Still, Yuuri doesn't need to be told twice. He sits up, tugging his shirt up with the barest hint of hesitation, before discarding it somewhere on the floor. Then, eyes watching Victor's face for approval, he fingers the hem of Victor's shirt, suddenly bashful again.] Can I--?
lemme know when you've seen it then <3
His sleight of hand is definitely cap level]
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Drawing confidence from that thought, Yuuri tugs Victor's shirt up more insistently this time.]
Your turn, Victor.
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You better watch this time, no looking off. [because he'd spied Yuri catching a glimpse of him undressing-- the lockers, the hotsprings-- but Yuri always shot his vision away in embarrassment]
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I'm watching. [Yuuri says, holding Victor's gaze readily.]
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Everything off, Yuri? You could help with these.
sorry about the wait!
Yeah...everything off. [He hooks his fingers in Victor's briefs, pulling them down. Halfway down, he pauses, then leans forward to press a light kiss to Victor's stomach. It's surprisingly chaste, given the situation, but Yuuri's curiosity wins out now that he's allowed to touch.]
np! busy weekend for a lot of people <3
Now, now, Yuri... how far are you wanting to go?
you're the best <3
Not--not all the way today. [He finally answers, some of the uncertainty leaving his face. He's never had a lover before; as curious as he is now, the thought of jumping straight in with all his inexperience admittedly makes him balk. Yuuri glances up at Victor through his lashes, gauging his reaction.] Is that--okay?
1/2
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Oh, are you a virgin on all accounts? I had assumed.
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Is it that surprising? I've never been with anyone before, so....
[Yuuri reaches out, sweeping a hand over Victor's skin, his fingertips skimming down his chest and over to his hip with curiosity, like he's mapping out skin. He smiles up at Victor again.] Our clothes are out of the way now. What else do you like?
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Virginity isn't one thing you get rid of. It's more like a whole bunch of cards you pass out over time. [he'll take one of Yuri's hands in his, moving one so Yuri cupped his face. Very sweetly he'll ask]
Which do you want to give me?
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[More importantly, though, is the way Viktor says the cards are passed out over time. Feeling something in him relax, Yuuri smiles and lets his thumb brush fondly over Viktor's cheek.]
Let's just use our hands today. [He manages to avoid tacking on his usual "is that okay?", a hint of wryness slipping into his voice instead.] That's sort of what started this whole thing.
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He scoots in close, pressing his butt down on Yuri's thighs, his legs flopped to either side. He'll put his fingers to Yuri's jawline, like he'd done many times to tease. Now though, he'll trace them down Yuri's neck, across his collarbone, shoulders, arms... he stops to hold one of the man's wrists gently, before drawing it to his mouth for a doting kiss to the soft skin there]
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