Yuuri closed the door behind him, making sure it was locked before he was dropping his towel to the floor, closing the distance and sitting at the edge of the bed. Just seeing Victor already such a mess for him filled Yuuri with arousal. He reached out, brushing his fingers along Victor’s stomach, running along ropes and skin, “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” Victor assured, voice low. “Aches a little. But it feels good.”
Yuuri bit the inside of his cheek as he traced circles against Victor’s stomach, “You look so beautiful. All tied up and desperate just for me.”
Victor whined, trying to shift himself closer, but all he managed to do was roll over onto his side, “I want you so bad…”
Yuuri laid on his side by Victor, brushing the hair from his eyes. Everything about Victor was beautiful, ethereal even. He was always so stunning in a way Yuuri had admired from the first moment he’d caught sight of him. But seeing Victor like this, needy and so open was something else entirely. Yuuri had thought it was love at first sight when he was a kid, but he had no idea it could feel like this. Running the pad of his thumb against Victor’s cheek, Yuuri closed the gap between them, catching Victor’s lips in a gentle kiss.
Despite how needy Victor was, the kiss stayed soft, lips parting for barely a moment. Yuuri took Victor’s bottom lip between his own, letting his tongue run delicately over the plump skin. The soft breath that left Victor was all the encouragement he needed. He couldn’t hide his smile, resting their heads together as he took a moment to just enjoy having Victor so close.
“Stop being so cute, it’s not fair,” Victor mumbled against his skin.
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