Aa, right, no being too loud. [He puts a finger over his lip in a "shh" gesture, playfully. The Inn was quiet tonight, they'd definitely be heard if their voices got much above regular speaking levels. Japanese homes, especially older ones, are not known for thick walls... Yuri had wanted to hear his voice, so he places his forehead to the man's and speaks in hushed, sensual tones]
I like it, too... this is better, though. [his hand slides down, fingers wrapping around both their cocks, pressing them together. He very tentatively strokes, watching Yuri carefully]
[As soon as Victor's hand starts moving, Yuuri's eyes flutter shut, and he bites his lip, trying to keep any sounds from escaping like before.]
Victor... [Their lips just barely graze as Yuuri sighs his name. He keeps his eyes closed when he reaches down and lets his hand join Victor's around their cocks.]
[His name on Yuri's lips, like that, isn't something he'll soon forget. His eyes are open, if lidded, watching Yuri gnaw his own lip. His hand strokes slow, steady, letting the feeling of their shared arousal press and rub against each other between their combined grasp. He lets Yuri's eyes sit closed just a moment, but he has to coo]
Don't look away, Yuri, I wanted your eyes on me... remember?
[It's just like when he asks Victor to watch him when he's skating Eros--he wouldn't want Victor to look away either. Yuuri lets his lips touch Victor's again before he pulls away, opening his eyes again.]
Better? [His hand keeps the slow pace Victor's set, and a soft sigh escapes him as their cocks slide together just so, sending a frisson of pleasure right up his spine.]
Just beautiful, Yuri... [he can't even filter the words before they come out, he just says them. Hushed, light, and sincere-- like he hadn't meant to say them. There's no regret on his face, though. He lets himself continue, wanting to indulge Yuri with his voice if it pleased the man]
I wouldn't have anybody else in my arms right now, you've won me, I'm at your every command...
[It's not difficult for Victor to see the surprise reflected in his eyes when their faces are so close like this. Yuuri's hand almost stutters, falling out of the rhythm for just a second before he keeps going.]
You really mean that?
[To know he's desired is one thing. To hear Victor saying he wouldn't want anyone else, though... that's something else entirely. His feelings have slowly, steadily turned from what was essentially a celebrity crush into something more genuine, and now he's hoping that Victor might actually feel the same.]
[Yuuri eagerly returns the kiss, and he can't help but smile into it.] I, um. I feel the same way. [He says when they part, the words rushing out.] I wouldn't want anybody else here with me right now.
[The way he's made sure Yuuri's comfortable, Yuuri knows he couldn't trust anyone else to do this for him.]
Watch out~ [he says it teasingly, like it's fun and a little dangerous.] You're going to make me possessive.
[he's mouth meets Yuri's again, his teeth nipping without pressure on Yuri's bottom lip. His hand is definitely picking up pressure and pace as they speak.]
[The very suggestion makes Yuuri go a little wide eyed and silent, and while he doesn't say anything, all the little signs point to him not minding a little possessiveness at all.
He busies himself with the kiss and keeping up with Victor's new pace, hips rocking slightly to seek more friction without even noticing it.]
Haa, having you, like this-- I want to make you come, Yuuri... [his breathe is hot to say it, quiet and strained with arousal, kissing the man right after the words. The kissing is more passionate and deep, heating up along with the friction against his palm and his cock]
[It's practically a demand, and in no way hides just how desperate Yuuri's starting to feel as their hands continue to move together. There's a tension building in him that frays his at his usual control, pushing his self consciousness back as he loses himself in the passionate kiss.]
I will, Yuuri, for you. I want to hear you, to see you come... [he loves rolling out the dirty talk, all in hushed whispers, not wanting anybody but Yuuri to hear him. He strokes them both off relentlessly, teasing Yuuri's mouth with his. He practically whimpers out]
[the moan really does it for Victor, the intensity of his grasp on Yuuri increasing after hearing it. He'll come right along with the man, a quivering escape of air as they released into his hand. There's no hesitation to pull Yuuri away, wanting to see his face in the moment after. Victor's own expression dizzy with satisfaction, face redder than Yuuri has seen yet.]
[Though his instincts clamor for him to keep his eyes shut, to shy away from this intimacy, Yuuri fights it. He keeps his eyes open to watch Victor, tuck this image away into his heart, even while letting Victor look his fill.
When he's caught his breath, Yuuri leans in to kiss Victor a bit shyly.]
Was that...good? [For you, he means. He liked it, and he wants Victor to have enjoyed himself, too.]
Amazing, Yuuri... [he can do nothing but smile wide at the man in his lap, nothing but wonderful, warm feelings of afterglow and affection to share with the other man. Finally, the reciprocation he wanted so badly, all this time. He wants this to last and last.]
[Affection floods through him instantly. How is he supposed to resist smiling back when Victor's looking this happy? So, he doesn't--his own smile is warmer and more open than he's ever allowed it to be before, like he isn't trying to hide from Victor any longer.
Content to stay right where he is at the moment, Yuuri lets his forehead rest against Victor's, occasionally dipping forward to steal another fleeting kiss.]
[That smile, he could look at that smile for decades and not grow sick of it, he's sure. So warm and unburdened, like for once Yuuri was forgetting his troubles and really enjoying himself. Victor wants to give Yuuri moments like these over and over--
He'll catch Yuuri in one of the fleeting kisses, pushing against it flopping the man backwards onto the bed with a playful grin. Before he can say anything, there's a voice to cut through the blissful moment. Yuuri's sister, luckily down the hallway, calling for her brother to help with something. Annoying, but at least it wasn't during... Victor asks, hushed]
[He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut when he hears his sister calling for him. He really, really doesn't want to move, not when he's so comfortable lying here like this. Reluctantly, Yuuri starts scooting toward the edge of the bed.] Hold on.
[Once he's padded across the room, Yuuri slides Victor's door open a fraction to call something back to Mari. Then he'll close and lock the door again, turning back toward Victor.] I told her I'd do it later. [It's then that he realizes he maybe should've asked first before assuming things. Yuuri shifts nervously on his feet, staring down at the floor.] ...can I stay?
[Victor watches Yuuri get up, assuming he'd be throwing his clothes on to scamper away. He's quite surprised to see that's not the case. Victor turns to sit up on the bed, long, toned legs sticking out toward Yuuri, overlapped at the knee so one was slightly more lifted. He's leaning back on his hands, popping one shoulder to give a cute wink at Yuuri]
[The bright smile returns immediately, and Yuuri lifts a hand to run through his hair on habit. He stops before he can, though, realizing that his hand is actually still sticky. Making a face, Yuuri pads hopefully to the bedside table.]
Tissues? [He asks, tilting his head back toward Victor.]
[He does have a tissue box by the bedside, but he can't help but consider the more fun alternative. Which is, of course, to lick his own fingers clean for Yuuri to watch.]
[Yuuri watches him with wide eyes, clean hand pressed over his mouth. It really isn't fair how Victor pulls off things like this so effortlessly.]
Now you're just teasing... [He exhales finally, grabbing a few tissues from the box to clean off his hand. He'd thought briefly about mimicking Victor but... nah, maybe next time. Gingerly, Yuuri joins Victor back on the bed, inching closer. Though the warm, content feeling had worn off for the most part, he's still craving the closeness they'd had before Mari interrupted.]
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It's...it's nice. [Yuuri says after a second, face pinking up.]
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I like it, too... this is better, though. [his hand slides down, fingers wrapping around both their cocks, pressing them together. He very tentatively strokes, watching Yuri carefully]
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Victor... [Their lips just barely graze as Yuuri sighs his name. He keeps his eyes closed when he reaches down and lets his hand join Victor's around their cocks.]
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Don't look away, Yuri, I wanted your eyes on me... remember?
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[It's just like when he asks Victor to watch him when he's skating Eros--he wouldn't want Victor to look away either. Yuuri lets his lips touch Victor's again before he pulls away, opening his eyes again.]
Better? [His hand keeps the slow pace Victor's set, and a soft sigh escapes him as their cocks slide together just so, sending a frisson of pleasure right up his spine.]
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I wouldn't have anybody else in my arms right now, you've won me, I'm at your every command...
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You really mean that?
[To know he's desired is one thing. To hear Victor saying he wouldn't want anyone else, though... that's something else entirely. His feelings have slowly, steadily turned from what was essentially a celebrity crush into something more genuine, and now he's hoping that Victor might actually feel the same.]
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[The way he's made sure Yuuri's comfortable, Yuuri knows he couldn't trust anyone else to do this for him.]
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[he's mouth meets Yuri's again, his teeth nipping without pressure on Yuri's bottom lip. His hand is definitely picking up pressure and pace as they speak.]
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He busies himself with the kiss and keeping up with Victor's new pace, hips rocking slightly to seek more friction without even noticing it.]
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[It's practically a demand, and in no way hides just how desperate Yuuri's starting to feel as their hands continue to move together. There's a tension building in him that frays his at his usual control, pushing his self consciousness back as he loses himself in the passionate kiss.]
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I-I'm getting close, too-- Yuuri--
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Victor, I... [It only takes a few more rough strokes before he comes with a whimper.]
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When he's caught his breath, Yuuri leans in to kiss Victor a bit shyly.]
Was that...good? [For you, he means. He liked it, and he wants Victor to have enjoyed himself, too.]
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Content to stay right where he is at the moment, Yuuri lets his forehead rest against Victor's, occasionally dipping forward to steal another fleeting kiss.]
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He'll catch Yuuri in one of the fleeting kisses, pushing against it flopping the man backwards onto the bed with a playful grin. Before he can say anything, there's a voice to cut through the blissful moment. Yuuri's sister, luckily down the hallway, calling for her brother to help with something. Annoying, but at least it wasn't during... Victor asks, hushed]
Should you go?
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[Once he's padded across the room, Yuuri slides Victor's door open a fraction to call something back to Mari. Then he'll close and lock the door again, turning back toward Victor.] I told her I'd do it later. [It's then that he realizes he maybe should've asked first before assuming things. Yuuri shifts nervously on his feet, staring down at the floor.] ...can I stay?
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As long as you wish.
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Tissues? [He asks, tilting his head back toward Victor.]
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I'm fine.
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Now you're just teasing... [He exhales finally, grabbing a few tissues from the box to clean off his hand. He'd thought briefly about mimicking Victor but... nah, maybe next time. Gingerly, Yuuri joins Victor back on the bed, inching closer. Though the warm, content feeling had worn off for the most part, he's still craving the closeness they'd had before Mari interrupted.]
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