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[closed for emberossing] Out There

Phichit Chulanont wasn't particularly known for his subtlety, and ever since he had started a relationship of sorts with his roommate and absolute best friend, he's been even less secretive about his body and less discriminating in initiating contact with Yuuri. But this, he thinks as he gets dressed, is going to be pushing things further than they've ever gone.

He finishes getting ready, in his sweats and a hoodie, grabbing his gym bag with clean clothes and his skates, of course, and leaves his little room to wait for Yuuri so they can head to the rink together.

"Did you eat breakfast yet?" He calls, grabbing a banana off of the counter for himself. He's already had his cereal before getting dressed, but he always gets hungry by the time they get to the rink anyways. Yuuri, on the other hand, will sometimes forget to eat right when he has things on his mind, like training for the Grand Prix. Which is why Phichit is planning this little game for them in the first place.

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Phichit's not feeling the same kind of rush, not thinking about the race against Yuuri's nerves, but when Yuuri pulls back he knows better than to pursue, to push him into anything too fast or too much.

"Feeling okay?" He asks kindly, stroking his fingers through Yuuri's hair and down along the nape of his neck. "Need a break?"

It's a thin line-- push too hard and Phichit will likely feel bad about it later, but don't push hard enough and Yuuri starts to get that feeling like maybe he's being coddled a little, and while he'll occasionally permit Phichit to actually take care of him, like dinner tonight, it's still a pretty rare thing. Maybe it shouldn't be such a hair trigger between a respectful lack of pressure and the implication that he's too weak to handle anything else, but mental illness is a bit of a beast that way. Phichit's usually pretty good at the line.

This time, though, Yuuri makes a bit of a face and kind of pulls back a little,

"Why? Do I look like I need one?" Look, he's infamous for shoving a girl in the hospital, it's actually a pretty mild reaction for him.

Phichit realizes he's crossed a line, but he doesn't want to acknowledge it and make things worse. He lets his gaze linger over Yuuri with a thoughtful hum. "No, you don't look like that..." he says, adding with an impish smile, "You look like you wanna get fucked, Yuuri."

He caresses Yuuri's jaw as he waits to see if that deflection was good enough to reset the gears of this.

Yuuri kind of squirms a little at that, the same way he does whenever Phichit talks dirty, but there's a subtle difference between discomfort and a kind of thing that twists some of the same things, but is entirely good, wanted. He's still not confident enough (mostly) to go straight for some kind of sassy response, there, but it's telling that he doesn't immediately flush and deny it, either.

He does hide in Phichit's neck just a little bit, though, pulling him closer, but a moment later, that resolves itself into a line of very thorough open-mouthed kisses along it, so he's definitely not hiding too much. He's still having to push himself a little to do this, is kind of feeling a little awkward, now, but it's for Phichit and he knows it's going to be worth it, if he can get out of his head a little more in a minute.

"Maybe... Was there a video you had in mind?"

It feels really, really good for Phichit to realize that he handled the situation exactly right; almost as good as the hot, wet kisses Yuuri's pressing against his jugular. He wraps an arm around Yuuri's waist, mindful of his bruising, to keep him close as he tangles their legs.

"I have one," he agrees in a low murmur. "With two really cute guys, feeling each other up the way we do sometimes. It's a really sweet one."

It's probably best to start with something like that, and not some staged hardcore bdsm type video that would agitate nerves and potentially be a turnoff. Even though Phichit is willing to bet that Yuuri will grow up to be really kinky someday.

The sun hasn't even set on Yuuri giving him a blow job in the locker rooms-- if Phichit's going to make a bet on Yuuri being kinky, it's a pretty safe one. He's just got to work his way through mental logistics on things first. Or get caught off-guard where he's not thinking too hard about what's happening.

"Okay. Show me?" He's still not sure about all of this, in terms of whether or not he's going to like it, but he does genuinely want to try it out. Besides, he's nice and warm and fed and cozy. Not what would be a turn on necessarily for a lot of people, but despite the comment a moment before and his lingering, eternal anxiety, he's actually pretty comfortable, which is a good starting place for him.

Phichit hums quite happily and leans over Yuuri to leave a lingering kiss on his lips, his cock already starting to stir just from the idea of watching porn with Yuuri. He wants to see Yuuri's face, see him react to the moans and the actors' bodies and cocks.

He reaches behind him for his laptop and pulls it open, and the video loads onto the screen. The ads on the website are all for penis enhancers or gay hookup sites, and it makes Phichit giggle a little self-consciously before he makes the video screen full size.

"Okay. I'm gonna press play now," he warns, partly to brace himself; this is a lot more intense than he was expecting. The video starts by panning out from a close-up shot of two very cute boys making out on a couch, flashes of tongue aplenty.

Okay. Okay, they're doing this. He's curled up in bed with his best friend and they're watching porn together. That is a thing that is happening. To Yuuri Katsuki. Right now. He can tell he's gone a little tense, wide-eyed, but there's entirely too much happening in his brain to even try to worry about what his reactions might look like.

Despite that, and despite still kind of feeling pre-embarrassed about watching someone else have sex (a big part of the reason he doesn't get into much porn on his own) he has to admit that the kissing thing is... pretty hot. They've done a good job of catching the sound of them kissing, like Phichit had said and even though there's a part of his mind that's objectively aware that he's pretty sure kissing doesn't normally really work like that, watching and listening to their tongues moving against one another is surprisingly arousing.

He's still a little too tense to make noise, but there's definitely a sharply drawn breath.

He pointedly tries not to look over at Yuuri, the tension already thick enough between them that he doesn't want to add pressure. But he still wants to soothe Yuuri, especially after that beautiful hitch in his breath. Phichit places his hand on Yuuri's thigh and rubs his thumb back and forth, just a tiny motion that he hopes Yuuri finds reassuring, if not more.

As for himself, Phichit really loves the wet noises in this film, the eager moans and the way fingers tug at short hair. His cock is already staring to react, thickening between his legs. His breath is a little shudder when one of the boys onscreen moans as his nipple is pinched.

Yuuri jumps a little to the hand on his thigh, but then breathes out a little breath of a laugh about it, about how jumpy he clearly is, and he does actually relax minutely after that. He's still tense, though. But he doesn't look away or say that it's not working or anything. He's just not wholly good at new things while they're new.

This is very, very new.

One of the boys on screen slides his hand down the front of the other one's pants and that's pretty hot, but it's the way the other one lifts his hips into it and moans that draws the next shuddery little gasp out of Yuuri. He's always been sort of dimly aware that he fixates on unusual things to find sexy, maybe because he doesn't watch much actual porn, but it's really the way the one boy's spine arches that gets under his skin, something beautiful and eager about the way he's moving, something Yuuri can imitate physically but has never had a need to.

"We should make a video," he says, suddenly, impulsively, like most of his bolder decisions. Getting him to actually go through with that is probably going to be difficult, but so was the entire process of getting him to be friends in the first place, much less sleep with him, so Phichit can probably manage, now that Yuuri's put it out there.

Phichit's only half watching the movie, which he's seen enough before to know pretty well, because Yuuri's having such beautiful reactions right beside him. He's a little tense, but his eyes have that sparkle they get when he's looking at something that delights him, when he's seeking something out. They don't seem to linger where the action is, but flit around to watch the boys' body language. Whatever it is Yuuri sees, he obviously likes it, judging by his next statement. Phichit's truly taken by surprise, and looks at Yuuri with slightly wider eyes.

"You want to?" He asks, and it's not as aggressive as 'are you sure', it's much more curious and open to the idea. "Yeah? Because we can. On my camera, so no one can hack it or anything. It would just be for us..."

"Yeah," he doesn't take his eyes off the screen, not because he's engrossed (though he is still definitely watching) but because his brain is catching up to his mouth and there's no way he's going to be able to keep going if he looks at Phichit right now. "I think..." the blush that's already sitting on his cheeks darkens considerably, "I don't think I'd ever even want to watch it myself, much less have anyone else see it... but there's something about knowing someone could, that it's sort of... theoretically for someone else..." he can't quite finish that sentence, it's amazing he got that much out, but it paints his reaction earlier to Phichit saying he might make some kind of audio thing, his follow up response that he liked performing too, in a whole different light.

"Ah, Yuuri," Phichit sighs, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently. "You keep watching for right now, okay? I'll be right back with my camera. We don't have to use it, but so that it's here if we agree on what to film. Is that okay?"

He's back to asking now, even though it made Yuuri bristle before, because this is different and new and kind of serious.

The question here seems to make sense, actually, and it's the subtle difference between "is that okay" and "are you okay" that does it.

"Okay," he agrees, with a nod, but when Phichit comes back with the camera, Yuuri's definitely more watching him cross the room back to the bed than paying attention to the porn. The noises coming from the speakers have definitely turned more porn-like while Phichit has been gone, both of the actors moaning softly, but it's not particularly showy. It's not clear if Yuuri's more affected by the porn now, or more affected by the idea of the video, but he's got this look on his face that makes it pretty clear that it's more than done it's job-- he's got a bit of that "too aroused to be nervous" kind of look that always seems to herald things going completely off the rails.

Phichit looks up from the camera and meets Yuuri's tentative eagerness with a grin of his own, his stomach aflutter with the best kind of nerves there are. He climbs onto the bed, shifting the covers as he moves, and holds the camera out a bit shyly between them.

"Unless we set up a tripod, one of us has to film the other person..."

Indirectly, he's asking if Yuuri wants him to 'go first' getting filmed. It might make things easier if they start one by one. Or maybe Yuuri will want to dive right into the deep end, like he often does.

Right now, what Yuuri wants to do is get Phichit back up in his personal space to the point where he can both kiss him with a likely slightly surprising amount of passion and also hide a little. They only just barely keep the laptop from falling to the side at the motion, but it probably is also nearly the last thing either one of them are thinking about, because Yuuri's side of the kiss quickly turns hungry, a little more forceful than he normally is, because only Yuuri would take being embarrassed and a little uncomfortable and channel that into wanting more of something instead of less.

There's still a slightly muffled soundtrack coming from the tiny speakers, noises gone a little wet under the soft moans, but Yuuri's definitely paying more attention to Phichit now than the video.

He does have an answer to that question, does understand what's being asked, but right now, he's also got a boatload of nervous tension that needs to go somewhere and Phichit seems to be that somewhere.

Even though Yuuri might be using the closeness to hide, Phichit doesn't mind. He can't really avoid the mind power to care about anything more than matching Yuuri's fervor. The camera is put down on his shin so that Phichit can move closer and grasp at Yuuri the way he's being pulled at. A hand gropes at Yuuri's chest and the other buries into his short, fluffy hair.

He pretty immediately slides his tongue into Yuuri's mouth, mimicking some of the things in the video -- the more sensible ones, anyways. The faraway sounds of the actors jerking one another off only heighten the mood for Phichit, who is definitely getting hard again. The hand palming Yuuri's pecs slides down and gropes the cock in his boxers unabashedly.

There's no conversation about this, but that honestly suits Yuuri just fine. It's oftentimes easier for him to go with the flow of something when he doesn't have to worry about his English, when things just seem to align and he can follow something without thinking about it much.

He immediately keys into the kiss being inspired by the video and matches that a little without thinking much about it, turning the whole thing a little more messy than it would otherwise be, though they're a little more practical about it, less showy and more just noisy. It spreads from there into other things, proof that this might have been one of the better ideas Phichit has ever had, because Yuuri moans louder, less self-conscious, when Phichit gropes him, a rare little whimper of a noise following it, more needy than he usually lets himself be. He's definitely hard already, too, enough that he's pushing into the touch automatically.

The kiss is wetter than usual, a little sloppier too, but Phichit kind of enjoys this freedom. He runs his tongue along the back of Yuuri's teeth, just because he can. He tries out all sorts of things that come to mind, his tongue wandering, throat practically emitting purrs, fingers sliding and teasing over Yuuri's skin.

That moan from Yuuri practically undoes him. He starts to imagine doing all the amazing things he's doing with his tongue on Yuuri's cock, and he's beginning to crave that. They haven't really discussed what's going to happen next, but Phichit's so amped up at this point he'll go along with anything. He presses the heel of his palm against the head of Yuuri's cock, just to make him make those pretty sounds again.

The other times they've done this, for the most part, Yuuri's been exploratory, trying to figure out things he likes, things Phichit likes, at least until he's close. It makes sense, he's never done any of this before, of course he's going to try to figure out what he likes and doesn't like. But the absence of that here is new, maybe startling. There has to be a first time for everything, and those are particularly intense, the trust he places in Phichit likely also sexy all on it's own. But Yuuri's moving now like someone who knows what they're doing, or at least someone who knows what they want, which is new.

He does want to do the camera thing. He'd really like to do it now, actually, but doing that means they have to slow down on this for a moment and he doesn't know if he wants to do that, not while Phichit's making those low, pleased noises and he's not having any trouble making little answering ones back and definitely not while Phichit's putting that bit of rubbing pressure against the head of his cock, which has him mewling and fumbling to return the favor. His hands are clumsy, but it's more with just not being able to concentrate on anything than it is either inexperience or indecision.

Phichit can't say that he minds this new assertiveness Yuuri's displaying in the slightest; he's too busy being carried along and painfully turned on by it. They seem to be in an endless loop of feedback, where Phichit turns Yuuri on and then Yuuri turns Phichit even more on, and Phichit realizes a bit slowly that if they don't stop they'll both be finishing before they can even really start.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, whining as Yuuri grinds the heel of his hand over his throbbing erection. "Mmph, Yuuri, wait," he grunts, his lips swollen and wet. They're tingling from that kiss, and he wishes he could go back to that. "I'll come if you keep doing that."

Phichit gets a stunning preview of coming attractions all of a sudden, a glimpse into a state Yuuri currently isn't very good at holding onto, but that he's reaching more and more often.

They're mostly still side by side, but just the way Yuuri's got his shoulders positioned at the moment he's leaning a bit over Phichit, more looming than on top of him. There's a look in his eyes for a moment, sharp, a way the side of his mouth quirks up just a little, where it's clear he's heard and understood exactly what Phichit's just said, but his thumb rubs a lazy circle around the head of his cock anyway, while he leans in and murmurs,

"Promise?" tone dark and heady, lips brushing against Phichit's.

And then he seems to kind of realize what he's just done and laughs, ducking his head and biting his lip, embarrassed but too turned on to really run and hide from it,

"You're... You're right, we should... we were going to... the camera..." he's flushed but the fumbling phrases still sound eager.

Phichit is a little too lost in the raw sensuality of that moment to grab his camera; his cock trembles and leaks a little, a small gush of come that's not his orgasm, but is definitely on the right track to that. Yuuri's words were warm and thick, the sensation fleeting and ticklish on his lips, making him crave everything a whole lot more. He wants Yuuri, wants him so much he's whimpering and clutching at his body.

"Yu... Yuuri..." He whines, slowly blinking his eyes open though he didn't quite remember when he'd shut them. He palms around for the camera, and then turns it on. "Do that again."

Yuuri's gone a little fumbly, too, the sexy moment fleeting, but he's also still not backing down, pinking a little more as Phichit turns the camera on, but not hiding from it.

"Oh... um... what part? This?" it's clear that it's less deliberately sexy, this time, but he still does the same thing, voice sinking more on accident than design as he leans in to breathe the question against Phichit's mouth, the circle his thumb takes slicker this time.

"H-hah," Phichit gasps, hand shaking a little as he fights to keep it stable, pointing it downwards and hoping it's picking up the action. "Yes, Yuuri, that. That feels so good."

Hopefully he'll get the chance to make sure things are recording properly before he comes explosively and ends the night, or else his selfie-instincts will have the camera in the right place even though he's not looking. But if worst comes to worst, at least they'll have recorded all these amazing sounds.

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