[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.]
Not teasing with anything you couldn't have. [he'll put his mouth all over you, Yuuri, you just let him... For now, he's laid back down, curling into Yuuri on his bed casually.]
[Yuuri turns onto his side so he's facing Victor, his heart suddenly hammering.]
So.. that thing you said earlier, about the cards... [Despite everything, it's still a little difficult for him to vocalize his wants. He's working on it, though.] I--I wouldn't mind giving you more of them. [He says quietly, in a rush before he promptly buries his face in the pillow to hide.]
[The statement is a bold step toward improving on that whole vocalizing thing, Victor's honestly quite impressed. At the beginning of the day Yuuri hadn't even wanted to talk about his masturbation habits, let alone all this. Victor wants to draw him out more and more, he's pretty good at meeting Yuuri where he needed to be met. He'll reach out and rub a hand up and down Yuuri's back, leaning in to ask quietly]
[Even Yuuri can't miss how happy Victor seems to be.] You really, actually like this.
[It actually seems to stick with him this time. Still contemplative, Yuuri flops back down onto his side, pauses, then curls up right into Victor's space, pressed flush against him.]
[that's a pretty odd thing to hear back to himself, he felt like he'd been so obvious! So forthright! The fact that Yuuri had so many doubts was still baffling him...]
I know. [Yuuri sighs, turning his face against Victor's shoulder. It's a little easier to admit this when he can't see Victor's expression.] It just... takes a while for it to sink in for me sometimes.
[His sense of self esteem has always been a point of exasperation for those around him. Phichit, Minako, Yuuko, and his family--they've all had to deal with it at some point.]
I can be patient, while you get used to the idea. [Victor assumed this is Yuuri's way of taking it slow and he's fine with that. The younger man will get a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose]
[He wrinkles his nose playfully at the kiss, not expecting it. Then he returns it with a gentle, barely there brush of his lips against Victor's.]
Thank you. [His words are quiet, filled with gratitude. He'd gone into this thinking he would just be improving his skating, but Yuuri's positive that no one else would have been as patient as Victor was the whole time--and still is now.] That's...all I need from you.
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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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So.. that thing you said earlier, about the cards... [Despite everything, it's still a little difficult for him to vocalize his wants. He's working on it, though.] I--I wouldn't mind giving you more of them. [He says quietly, in a rush before he promptly buries his face in the pillow to hide.]
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Did you have any in mind?
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No...not yet. Um, I'll have to think about it first. [A second of hesitation before he continues haltingly.] I just know I want it to be with you.
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[It actually seems to stick with him this time. Still contemplative, Yuuri flops back down onto his side, pauses, then curls up right into Victor's space, pressed flush against him.]
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I don't waste time on what I dislike!
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[His sense of self esteem has always been a point of exasperation for those around him. Phichit, Minako, Yuuko, and his family--they've all had to deal with it at some point.]
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Thank you. [His words are quiet, filled with gratitude. He'd gone into this thinking he would just be improving his skating, but Yuuri's positive that no one else would have been as patient as Victor was the whole time--and still is now.] That's...all I need from you.
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You don't have to do that for me. You've given me a lot already.
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Okay. [Yuuri's hand brushes against Victor's shyly.] But you have to tell me when you want something, too.
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