"Is this okay?" Yuuri asks, a little anxious. He licks again, slower, then again, like he's trying to map the surface of Victor's dick with his tongue.
"It's so good, Yuuri," Victor groans. His fingers go to Yuuri's hair, sliding against his scalp. His hair is soft and fine. Victor can't stop touching it. He tries so hard not to pull, even though Yuuri's tongue is maddening. It feels amazing, but it's like a tease, even though he knows it's not intentional. "Try- try sucking on it, just a little."
Yuuri's lips are pink and perfect when they slide over the head of his cock, his mouth warm and slick. Victor has to breathe hard through his nose, the flat muscles of his stomach tense with the effort of holding himself still.
"Yuuri, Yuuri, oh," Victor gasps. "Can you take a little more?"
Yuuri's dark eyes are fixed on Victor as he slides his mouth down a little more, sucking a little harder as he does. He has saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and it spills over his lower lip when he opens his mouth to breathe, not experienced enough to breathe through his nose around the cock in his mouth.
Victor cups Yuuri's chin with his other hand, rubbing at his slick lower lip with his thumb. Yuuri tries moving a little, pulling back to the very tip of Victor's cock and then sucking him down again. He doesn't take Victor in very deep, but it's enough, especially with Yuuri's eyes on him, a little wet from Victor bumping against the back of his mouth and shining with admiration.
"Just like that, yes, oh you're perfect." Victor rubs at Yuuri's lip again, watching his eyelashes flutter. "You're so beautiful, you're beautiful on the ice, too.
Yuuri's eyes go even wider. He whimpers, tries to take Victor in too far, and chokes on the head of his cock.
It's that sound and the constriction of Yuuri's throat around him that makes Victor come. Yuuri pulls off before Victor is done, coughing, and the last spurt of Victor's orgasm catches across Yuuri's cheek and one lense of his glasses. He swallows some of it but most of it ends up on his chin and dripping down Victor's balls.
"Sorry, sorry, let me-" Victor pulls Yuuri up and licks at his cheek, his chin, chasing the stray streaks of his own come.
"Victor!" Yuuri's voice is shaky and shocked. Victor kisses him, tasting himself and the faint traces of Yuuri left in his own mouth, mingling together on their tongues.
Victor lets him go slowly, sucking at Yuuri's lip a little. Yuuri fumbles with his glasses, still splotched with come, and looks around a little helplessly. Victor hands him a corner of the sheet.
"Thank you," Yuuri says. His cheeks are pink and he stares down at his lap, glancing up at Victor in brief little seconds while he buffs his glasses clean.
"Wow," Victor says, grinning at him. "You're something, Yuuri Katsuki."
Yuuri looks at him for real, now. There's something fierce in his face, that Victor finds both hopelessly cute and absolutely intriguing.
"Did you really see me skate?" he asks. His voice shakes a little like he's afraid of the answer.
"That's actually what I came here to talk to you about. Originally." Victor catches Yuuri's chin again, tilting it up to keep Yuuri from hiding. "You skate like your body is making music. When do you debut in Seniors?
"Me?" Yuuri squeaks. "I- a couple years, I guess."
"Stay in St. Petersburg. Whoever you have coaching you now is good, but if Yakov got ahold of you, you'd be phenomenal."
"Stay here?" Yuuri breathes it like he thinks he might be dreaming. "With you?"
Victor hadn't said anything about himself, but Yuuri's first thought is for him. Victor's heart squeezes.
"Yes. Stay with me. Please?"
"I have to talk to my parents, and my coach, and- and how do you even know Coach Feltsman would take me on?"
"I know because you're amazing, Yuuri! Yakov knows talent when he sees it. Trust me, he'll love coaching you."
Yuuri looks dazed. He blinks, staring at Victor, then reaches out to touch Victor's hair like he's proving it's all real. His fingers linger in the silver fall of it. He leans in, hesitates at the last second, but kisses Victor anyway, a light brush of lips.
"Okay," he says. "It may not be until next season- and I still skate for Japan."
"Of course," Victor says, and he kisses Yuuri with a smile on his lips that he can't wipe away. "I'll be waiting right here for you."
Re: Victor/Yuuri underage AU, hero worship - FILL "Strawberry Wine" [5/5]
"Is this okay?" Yuuri asks, a little anxious. He licks again, slower, then again, like he's trying to map the surface of Victor's dick with his tongue.
"It's so good, Yuuri," Victor groans. His fingers go to Yuuri's hair, sliding against his scalp. His hair is soft and fine. Victor can't stop touching it. He tries so hard not to pull, even though Yuuri's tongue is maddening. It feels amazing, but it's like a tease, even though he knows it's not intentional. "Try- try sucking on it, just a little."
Yuuri's lips are pink and perfect when they slide over the head of his cock, his mouth warm and slick. Victor has to breathe hard through his nose, the flat muscles of his stomach tense with the effort of holding himself still.
"Yuuri, Yuuri, oh," Victor gasps. "Can you take a little more?"
Yuuri's dark eyes are fixed on Victor as he slides his mouth down a little more, sucking a little harder as he does. He has saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and it spills over his lower lip when he opens his mouth to breathe, not experienced enough to breathe through his nose around the cock in his mouth.
Victor cups Yuuri's chin with his other hand, rubbing at his slick lower lip with his thumb. Yuuri tries moving a little, pulling back to the very tip of Victor's cock and then sucking him down again. He doesn't take Victor in very deep, but it's enough, especially with Yuuri's eyes on him, a little wet from Victor bumping against the back of his mouth and shining with admiration.
"Just like that, yes, oh you're perfect." Victor rubs at Yuuri's lip again, watching his eyelashes flutter. "You're so beautiful, you're beautiful on the ice, too.
Yuuri's eyes go even wider. He whimpers, tries to take Victor in too far, and chokes on the head of his cock.
It's that sound and the constriction of Yuuri's throat around him that makes Victor come. Yuuri pulls off before Victor is done, coughing, and the last spurt of Victor's orgasm catches across Yuuri's cheek and one lense of his glasses. He swallows some of it but most of it ends up on his chin and dripping down Victor's balls.
"Sorry, sorry, let me-" Victor pulls Yuuri up and licks at his cheek, his chin, chasing the stray streaks of his own come.
"Victor!" Yuuri's voice is shaky and shocked. Victor kisses him, tasting himself and the faint traces of Yuuri left in his own mouth, mingling together on their tongues.
Victor lets him go slowly, sucking at Yuuri's lip a little. Yuuri fumbles with his glasses, still splotched with come, and looks around a little helplessly. Victor hands him a corner of the sheet.
"Thank you," Yuuri says. His cheeks are pink and he stares down at his lap, glancing up at Victor in brief little seconds while he buffs his glasses clean.
"Wow," Victor says, grinning at him. "You're something, Yuuri Katsuki."
Yuuri looks at him for real, now. There's something fierce in his face, that Victor finds both hopelessly cute and absolutely intriguing.
"Did you really see me skate?" he asks. His voice shakes a little like he's afraid of the answer.
"That's actually what I came here to talk to you about. Originally." Victor catches Yuuri's chin again, tilting it up to keep Yuuri from hiding. "You skate like your body is making music. When do you debut in Seniors?
"Me?" Yuuri squeaks. "I- a couple years, I guess."
"Stay in St. Petersburg. Whoever you have coaching you now is good, but if Yakov got ahold of you, you'd be phenomenal."
"Stay here?" Yuuri breathes it like he thinks he might be dreaming. "With you?"
Victor hadn't said anything about himself, but Yuuri's first thought is for him. Victor's heart squeezes.
"Yes. Stay with me. Please?"
"I have to talk to my parents, and my coach, and- and how do you even know Coach Feltsman would take me on?"
"I know because you're amazing, Yuuri! Yakov knows talent when he sees it. Trust me, he'll love coaching you."
Yuuri looks dazed. He blinks, staring at Victor, then reaches out to touch Victor's hair like he's proving it's all real. His fingers linger in the silver fall of it. He leans in, hesitates at the last second, but kisses Victor anyway, a light brush of lips.
"Okay," he says. "It may not be until next season- and I still skate for Japan."
"Of course," Victor says, and he kisses Yuuri with a smile on his lips that he can't wipe away. "I'll be waiting right here for you."