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[meerkats]

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[playscoach]

[ Viktor's hum is agreeable and warm against Yuuri's neck, obediently running the heel of his hand up the center of Yuuri's shaft and close gently around the lace-covered tip, teasing the light dampness already growing out from where the slit rests. So early? My Yuuri is eager, but Viktor's remembering what lace and sheer fabrics do to his darling's erogenous zones when he's aroused, like throwing jet fuel on a roaring bonfire.

It's why Viktor doesn't mourn Yuuri losing his virginal inexperience: he is as sensitive today as he was when he let Viktor explore him over the course of an hour, back when Yuuri wasn't ready for penetrative sex. Yuuri had been laid out, made to spread his legs with his feet pressed to the mattress, forbidden to bring his hands anywhere near his cock. And Viktor made an evening of making Yuuri sigh and arch with only the balls of his feet driving into the bed, his magnificent thighs tense with pleasure. Ahh, memories.

Therefore Viktor has good reason to remove himself from beneath Yuuri's skirt and leverage himself up onto his elbow, no cruelty in the smirk looming over Yuuri's face. ]

I like to think that I can show my love in how well I know you, Yuuchan.

[ Here Viktor retreats further, craning up to rest on his knees and drape Yuuri's fine, stocking-clad legs high up and over them, bodily dragging Yuuri down. Snug as a bug. Viktor's hands then busy themselves skimming upward to feel out the shape of the bra beneath that sheer blouse - gorgeous embroidery apparent. ]

How well I know my diva's body and only care to make her feel like the divine being she is.

[ The pressure increases, Viktor pushing up and outward against Yuuri's breasts, massaging them in broad circles with his gaze intent on his face because this is merely the appetizer for when the bra comes off. ]

Moan when you haven't had enough.

[onsensual]

[ Yuuri can feel the pressure of Viktor's erection through pants and lace. If he shifts his hips just so he could probably feel the cold teeth of Viktor's zipper straining under the change of fit. He does shift his hips--just slightly, to tease, but finds himself thoroughly distracted from the potential of teeth catching on lace by Viktor's hands. He loves Viktor's hands, with warm palms and long fingers constantly wandering across his skin. They give him goosebumps as often as they soothe, and as they slide up her blouse, skin rises in response, sending a shiver down to Yuuri's toes.

Oh yeah, he's definitely sensitive. With all the stress of waiting for Viktor to come home, he's only keyed himself up with anticipation.

Any smile from the quiet laugh Viktor pulls out of Yuuri quickly sinks down into neutral. He's preoccupied. With the intensity of their connection, with the feeling of Viktor humoring him, treating his pectoral's like tits (they should try this when he's out of shape, he barely thinks for a moment, that might make him feel better about the weight gain for a bit), with the stubborn desire to not moan because Viktor asked for it. He can only breath heavily, tongue peeking out from his lips for just a second before retreating in favor of his teeth. A bite to the corner of his lips, and eye contact willfully kept. To see and be seen by Viktor, that's all he's ever wanted--all he's ever going to want. It riles him up more than even the way Viktor's thumbs brush against his lace-covered nipples. ]

Come on Viktor.

[ It's not a moan--really it's not. He's sure it's not. It's a whine of a demand. Not a moan at all. Either way, he pushes his hips down against Viktor's in emphasis, his hands gripping Viktor's wrists insisting on more attention than he's giving. ]