mixingbowl | Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

[When Yuuri wakes up, he's greeted with a pounding headache, the likes of which he's never had before. Opening his eyes gets him an eyeful of cheerful sunlight that sends him whimpering back under the covers. He tries again a few minutes later, just managing to swing his legs over the side of the bed, wincing the whole time.

He freezes when he finally gets a good look at the room. This is...not his hotel room.

The shock is enough to temporarily push back the discomfort and make him jump to his feet. What happened? Where am I? he wonders, when he comes up empty handed after a quick search of the room for his belongings. One hand running through his hair as his panic steadily rises, Yuuri finally starts toward the door, intent on finding answers.]

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[The way Victor says his name makes him shiver. New as he is at this, Yuuri makes up for it with his enthusiasm. He meets each of those kisses eagerly, memorizing the curve of Victor's lips and learning how to simply lose himself in this feeling.

It's when he shifts, thigh accidentally brushing against Victor's front that he feels it, and freezes.]

[Admittedly, the thigh just barely ghosting passed his erection is a tantalizing feeling. Yuuri seizing up does get him to pull back, somewhat bashful. With a teasing smirk he'll comment]

That's your fault, but don't worry about it. I can endure. [he wants to keep kissing Yuuri, if he's allowed. A little ache is fine by him.]

[A little dazed from the kissing, Yuuri reaches a hand up and brushes the pad of his thumb against Victor's lips wonderingly. His own lips are still tingling.]

I don't mind. [He says, equally earnest and bashful. Yuuri drops his hand back to his side before tilting his chin up slightly in clear, wordless invitation.]

[Victor gives a subtle kiss to the thumb pressing against him. When Yuuri is offering his own lips back, Victor smiles to accept them. He'll lean onto an elbow, letting his other hand slide fingers along Yuuri's collarbone, curious how the man might react]

[As Victor skims his fingers across his skin, he'll get an obvious reaction. Yuuri's incredibly responsive to his touch, back arching slightly while he returns the kiss.]

You can touch me, if you like. [he definitely wants to kiss and touch Yuuri, he'll let his lips wander. A kiss to the corner of his lips, his cheek, his jawline]

I want to. [Yuuri says softly, eyes fluttering shut when Victor kisses his jawline. Now that Victor's given him a nudge, he gives into his curiosity and lets himself touch and explore. One hand slides up Victor's chest before cupping the back of his neck.]

You're a kind of natural... [Victor's voice is tinged with amusement, kissing Yuuri more. Yuuri was soft, giving, with a passion he could feel wasn't fully released. The caution in his kisses wasn't offensive, on the contrary, it made Victor want more and more. Holding back on him certainly upped the intensity of his desire.]

Maybe I should have guess, from how you can dance... [there's a deeply sensual man in there and Victor wants to draw him out, piece by piece]

Really? [It's not something Yuuri would have imagined being pleased about just days ago, and yet here he is. He doesn't think he's ever been desired like this before, and something in him is all too happy to soak up the attention and praise.

Yuuri leans up, pressing a kiss first to Victor's neck, just next to where his hand still rests. The second kiss goes to Victor's lips, and Yuuri tugs him closer.] Speaking of dance... I still owe you one for later. [And this time he'll make sure he remembers it, too.]

You're going to really strain my willpower, aren't you? [he'll return the kiss to the man's lips, letting his tongue sneak out to just barely lap at the curve of Yuuri's upper lip as he pulls away slightly. The tip of his middle fingers swirls along the younger man's collar bone]

I do like a tease, if I'm being honest...

That doesn't sound like a bad thing, then. [Yuuri replies boldly, even as he resists the urge to cover his face right afterward.

Then, before he can second guess himself, Yuuri shifts under him again, this time purposefully brushing up against Victor with his leg. ]

[Katsuki Yuuri, hasn't part of you always wanted to hear what Victor might sound like moaning?

It's soft, withheld, but there's a hitched catch of sound in his throat, at the contact, right by Yuuri's ear. If he had been against the younger man's skin, it might have been inaudible. After the sound escapes Victor, he can't help but play into it, sliding Yuuri's earlobe between his lips to kiss]

[That yanks a soft, pleased gasp out of him and Yuuri shivers, feeling that kiss to his ear acutely. He stays focused on Victor, though, wanting to hear and see more now that he's gotten a taste. It's exhilarating, Yuuri realizes, trying to find the ways to draw more reactions from him.

With just the barest hint of a pause, Yuuri slips one hand up to rest on the back of Victor's leg, just under his butt--though Yuuri tries not to think too much about that, knowing he'd just melt into an embarrassed puddle. He presses forward, just hard enough to encourage Victor to rock down and against his thigh.]

[Yuuri's hand is on the bare skin of his thigh, just below the curve of his ass. Victor sucks in a breathe and, yes, he hips do fall forward. He bites his lips as his still contained cock ruts into Yuuri's leg. It's pretty strange for him, how excited he is for this bit of contact. He whimpers, though, a little pathetic, but trying to be humorous]

Heeey, Yuuri... that's embarrassing, huh? [he's really trying to have a little dignity, humping your leg makes him feel pretty damn desperate]

[Yuuri blinks up at him in surprise before his brows scrunch together in concern. He immediately drops his hand.]

Oh... oh no, was that too much?

[It would be just his luck to misstep somewhere when he's trying to try something different.]

It's not.... [a mistake? Victor isn't sure what he wants to say, to make it clear the contact was fine, just... the selfishness was strange for him to indulge in. He didn't want to be selfish, with Yuuri.]

... very mutual? I want to make you feel good, too. If you want. [actually, he had been so concerned with kissing Yuuri, he didn't really think to look. Is the other man hard, too? Just him getting all hot for this--?]

Oh. [There's relief in his eyes.]

I wasn't really thinking about it. I just... [He blushes, his thumb tracing absent-minded circles against Victor's neck.] I just liked watching you.

[Considering how aware Yuuri is of Victor's arousal, he feels it's totally in his rights to purr out the question]

Did it turn you on, too?

[There's no point in hiding it when Victor could feel exactly how affected he is if he just shifted slightly.

His voice wavers slightly, but Yuuri responds with a very solid--] Yes.

[his smile speaks volumes, Victor is very pleased to be doing as much for Yuuri as the man did for him.]

I could touch you there, Yuuri. [they did this to each other, they could go further... it's all possibility, nothing needs to happen, Victor didn't want to overbear]

[For a moment, Yuuri's torn. He had said he wanted to take this slow earlier. Yet, he'd also encouraged Victor just now, caught up in everything the other skater had drawn out of him. Staring up at Victor, Yuuri decides that he wants this.]

Please... [He says softly, trusting that Victor would stop if Yuuri felt uncomfortable at any time.]

Mmm, I'll go slow. I promise. [Victor will kiss Yuuri's lips again, smiling into the contact, before sitting back up. He leans back on his calves, looking at Yuuri beneath him. The man's shirt is slightly ruffles up, revealing a flash of his tummy. Then there's the shorts, all long and pale legs sticking about below, with a noticeable tent between them. Victor is just as aroused, Yuuri had already felt that much. He'll reach the palm of a hand down, pressing the soft underside of his knuckles over the curve of Yuuri's still clothed shaft.]

[Though he'd just started lifting his head when Victor moved, Yuuri lets it fall back against the mats with a soft thump as the touch drags a soft moan out of him.

He honestly hadn't minded not being touched earlier, caught up in watching the emotions play over Victor's face. But now his hips lift of their own accord to press into Victor's hand, urging him to touch more]

It's always better when someone you like does it... [Yuuri's inexperience in mind is more of a thrill than a worry, to Victor. He was getting to explore this with Yuuri, who he might not know all that well yet, but maybe that was more exciting. Victor lets his fingers press and rub over the shape, feeling it out under the cloth. It's playful, Victor loving to tease and watch the same way Yuuri had done to him earlier. Actually, was this any better? He's complained about it not being mutual, but then he'd just flipped it on Yuuri rather carelessly.

Embarrassing as he might find it, he'll sit his weight back onto Yuuri's thigh. The pressure is better when he can touch Yuuri in return]

So that means it'll be better with you.

[His words break off into a gasp as Victor's hand rubs over a particularly sensitive spot. With Victor touching him like this and the hard cock pressing against his leg through the cloth, Yuuri can't really find it in him to be self conscious.

He reaches up and tugs Victor down by his shirt, careless in the way he kisses him this time.]

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