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

[yokunaru]

[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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[wauuu]

[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]

[yokunaru]

[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.]

[wauuu]

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--?]

[yokunaru]

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.

[wauuu]

[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?

[yokunaru]

[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.

[wauuu]

[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]

[yokunaru]

[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.]

[wauuu]

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.]

[yokunaru]

[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]

[wauuu]

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]

[yokunaru]

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.]

[wauuu]

[Victor falls easily into the kiss, grinding his cock against Yuuri with continued moans of pleasure. There's no reason to be quiet when he wants the same feedback from Yuuri in response. His hand wraps around Yuuri's cock through the clothing, stroking carefully.

Only to Yuuri's phone to go off. Right, it might have gotten thrown across the room, but it wasn't broken. Victor breaks the kiss with a curious look, not sure if Yuuri was expecting a call. Concerned family, maybe?]

[yokunaru]

[Though Yuuri's quieter in comparison, any attempts of his to keep silent are thrown out the window as soon as Victor touches him in earnest. He moans shakily into the kiss, still clutching desperately at Victor's shirt as he tries and fails to thrust into Victor's grip.

When the ringtone cuts through the mood, Yuuri's left blinking in confusion. It takes a second for him to realize it's his phone that's going off right now, and he's caught between ignoring it and getting up to answer. The phone goes silent for all of two seconds, and before Yuuri's guilt can even set in, it starts ringing again. Yuuri drops his head back onto the mats with a sigh and covers his face with his hands.]

Um. I should probably answer that...

[wauuu]

[Swinging his weight off the man, Victor leans in to kiss Yuuri's knuckles, since the man was hiding behind them.]

Go right ahead. [Victor can handle interruption, Yuuri had worried family and friends to be concerned about, after all.]

[yokunaru]

[Feeling the kiss to his hand, Yuuri parts his fingers to look up at Victor rather gratefully. At least one of them is taking this in a stride.

The ringtone blares again, interrupting his thoughts. Oops. Phone. Yuuri scrambles to his feet and quickly picks up the device from where he'd dropped it earlier and accepts the call.]

Hello? Oh, mom! Celestino told you what happened, right? [He straightens up suddenly, sneaking a look over at Victor as his voice cracks nervously on his answer.] Um, yeah. Victor's taking care of me. [His ears redden at the unintentional double meaning. Oh, god.]

[wauuu]

[Victor will adjust how he's sitting so it's a bit less awkward, sitting on his butt and leaning forward onto propped up knees. He can't help but cover his mouth with a hand to stifle a chuckle at Yuuri's words. He'll take good care of you, Yuuri, sure will.]

[yokunaru]

[Victor's obvious amusement does nothing to help alleviate his mortification, so he just tries his best to get through the conversation. Sure, he feels a little guilty about wanting to get it over with, but since this does almost feel like she'd just caught them red-handed, Yuuri figures his flustered state is justified.]

Yeah, the passport's gone, I'll have to replace it. [By the time he's done going through a checklist with her and hangs up with a promise to call or email when he can, enough time has passed for him to calm down somewhat. Cradling the phone against his chest, Yuuri looks at Victor sheepishly.] I'm so sorry about that...

[Inexperienced as he might be, even Yuuri can tell that the mood's gone.]

[wauuu]

[Victor will smile gently at Yuuri through the rest of the conversation, just listening in curiously to how Yuuri addressed his mother. She seemed to really care about him, it's sweet to witness. When Yuuri hangs up and looks him, doe-like and shy, Victor is close to saying "where were we?" and getting right back into the mood. Instead, there's a loud clatter for downstairs that draws his attention and he'll stand. Makkachin must have knocked something over...

Still, he'll reassure Yuuri before he stands and leaves to check up on the big oaf.]

No need to be sorry. Like we said, slow is nice. [he get up and think before leaving] If you need a shower or fresh clothes, my room is one over. You're welcome to anything you need.

[yokunaru]

[Part of him can't help but want to laugh at the timing of it all. First the phone call, and now whatever's going on downstairs... He's a little relieved, in the end. As much as he'd liked what he and Victor were doing, he can admit he got caught up in the moment and had just jumped straight in, despite saying he wanted to take it slow.

Still on the floor, Yuuri looks up at Victor, smile soft, if somewhat hesitant.]

I'll just rinse off and change. You sure you don't want help with... [He gestures toward the door, not sure what had actually caused the sound.]

[wauuu]

I've got it handled, but thank you. [he'll smile right back to Yuuri, glad the man looked more relieved than disappointed by this interruption. Getting caught up in a moment is a problem for Victor, he wouldn't want to make Yuuri move faster than he pleased.

He'll disappear downstairs, scolding the dog in Russian for knocking over an end table trying to get his lost ball. Of course, it's Victor, so a moment later he's snuggling the animal. Victor will make himself more decent by grabbing some full length sweat pants from the room downstairs.]

[yokunaru]

[After a quick wash, like he'd said, Yuuri pads quietly downstairs, dressed in a shirt and sweatpants that are slightly too big for him. He tugs at the bottom of the shirt self-consciously when he spots Victor there.]

I'll stop borrowing your clothes, I promise. I'll make sure I do the laundry tonight.

[While his jacket and a couple other pieces of outer wear were fine, Yuuri knew he'd prefer to wash the rest of them after they'd been carelessly strewn around the hotel room floor.]

[wauuu]

[To the contrary of Yuuri's self consciousness, Victor adores seeing the man walking around in his clothes. They're not all that baggy on him, they were both lean built, but they're too long. How they hang down loosely and bunch up at the man's ankles is precious]

You're free to, but don't fret over it. I think you're very cute in my clothes.

[yokunaru]

Oh. [Somehow he looks both pleased and embarrassed at the same time, still not at all used to the compliments that slip from Victor's lips so easily. Some of his earlier hesitance has returned, brought about by uncertainty over what happened during the poledancing lesson.

Yuuri wets his lips nervously, hands twisting together as he tries to force the words out.]

Victor, about earlier....

[wauuu]

[Victor smiles softly at the mention of earlier, he'd much rather Yuuri bring it up than stew on it, if he had something to express over it.]

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