The Thirst(TM)

[borntomakehistory]

for shenanigans with latebloomingeros

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s'all good, i've been brain cloudy for a while anyway

[borntomakehistory]

[ Everything in due time, Yuuri. Right now is the time for careful exploration, for gentle touches, for the slow burn that leaves them light and tingly until morning. Viktor wants to take his time tonight, to treat Yuuri like the perfection that he is. He's a treasure, a marble statue, and Viktor plans on attending to his every need.

And so he rolls them, flips them over so Yuuri is pressed on his back against the bed. Viktor sits up a little so he can smile down at him and give him another soft, fleeting kiss, before his lips start to trail down his jaw. His hands slip up under Yuuri's shirt now, fingers splayed against his chest. They find nipples easily enough--it's not like Viktor doesn't already have Yuuri's body fully mapped out--and give them soft, teasing little pinches. ]

You might want to get settled in, Yuuri.

[latebloomingeros]

[All of a sudden, Yuuri's flat on his back, laughing in surprise, his legs coming up to wrap loosely around Viktor's waist. His head tilts back against the mattress as Viktor's lips start wandering lower, and he shivers at the touch of his hands, pressing up into them softly.]

[It's unfair, really, how easily Viktor can do this to him. How immediately his body responds, every single time, wrapping his mind in a pleasantly dizzy haze.]

I'm... I'm very comfortable, don't worry.

[He's good right where he is. He's perfect.]

[borntomakehistory]

Good.

[ Because he's going to take his sweet time with all of this.

His lips continue to drift downward, now trailing lazily across Yuuri's stomach. They still haven't had reason to have katsudon, which is a little bit of a disappointment. Well... maybe he could bend what a victory is a little bit and include silver medals under that umbrella. He placed second out of everyone who tried to get there. That's worth celebrating, right? But just the once. As much fun as it was to whip Yuuri back into shape, there's no point in doing it if they don't have to.

...Well, even if it'll be kind of fun to hug and hold on to a fluffier Yuuri. Hm.

For now, Viktor will appreciate the still flat, toned plane of his stomach, tongue tracing the dips between muscles. He hums quietly as he opens his mouth and bites lightly, teasingly at the skin around his bellybutton. ]