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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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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.

Every now and then, Yuuri has these sorts of bursts of things, a glimpse of a personality that's kept in check by anxiety and social awkwardness, little glimpses into why a lot of people seem to still believe in him, even when he's messing up or can barely take care of himself sometimes. Usually, it's on the ice, a burst of determination or artistry or just dogged persistence. Sometimes, it's accidental, like just a few moments before. And sometimes, every so often, Yuuri just seems to very deliberately just say fuck it and does something ridiculous or incredible.

It's up to Phichit which this one is.

Because he turns the camera on Yuuri and says how good it feels and there's that look on Yuuri's face when he looks up, sharper-eyed, keener than normal. His eyes flit over to the camera lens for just a moment, which will look an impressive amount like him giving bedroom eyes to the viewer, whenever Phichit re-watches it, but then he's looking back at Phichit's face. There's a shivery, hot sort of feeling, letting it sink in under his skin that the camera is watching, some invisible person with their eyes on the two of them. It feels safe, because it's Phichit and he would never let another soul see this, but it's thrilling, too, because it is a little dangerous, a recording of what they're doing, their faces clearly visible. Yuuri shudders, but he also locks eyes with Phichit as he lifts his hand up out of his boxers, right up until he closes them as his tongue slides up from the base of his own thumb to the tip, cleaning the little bit of gathered moisture off his hand.

It's completely unnecessary. It's showy. And it's probably made better by how vulnerable he looks afterwards, opening his eyes and looking at Phichit for some kind of reassurance that he's doing it right.

Phichit becomes aware of this shift almost immediately as it happens, when Yuuri's gaze melts into the sultriest, sexiest bedroom eyes he's ever seen. Things happen in Phichit's gut when that look is directed at him, very pleasant and amazing things, and he fists his free hand in the bedsheets while hoping the camera isn't shaking too much.

Yuuri gives him a moment to breathe, or so he thinks when the hand slides away from his body. But before he can laugh graciously, Yuuri's erotically licking himself and making a throaty noise as he does so, his eyes falling shut. He opens them up again and looks a bit sheepishly at Phichit, who whines.

"You're beautiful," he says, the words tumbling out of his mouth. "That's so fucking sexy, Yuuri, how can you look so pretty doing that?"

He unclenches his hand from the sheet and smooths it through Yuuri's hair, pushing it away from his forehead gently. "I really wish you could fuck me tonight."

"Me too," he breathes back, immediately, not a hint of hesitation in him on that front, voice low and wanting. There's a particularly lewd noise from the still running video behind them, but it probably pales in comparison to the look on Yuuri's face. He's still not quite bold enough to say anything too explicit, but he's also not shying away from his own kind of talking dirty anymore.

"What can we do?" and then, with that little curl to the side of his mouth that says he's telling a joke or saying something funny, only this time, it's clearly just the right kind of flippant so that he can get something sexy out, "What do you want to film me doing?"

He's red hot, he's on fire, he's burning for Yuuri -- his touch, his smiles, those endlessly deep eyes that are cutting right through him. Phichit pants, although Yuuri hasn't touched him again, just given him the naughtiest little smile he never even could have imagined, because holy shit.

"Oh," he gasps, swallowing hard because his throat is so parched. "You... you already blew me today, Yuuri. What do you want to do now?"

He has to laugh, because otherwise he's going to panic and he never actually wants to panic, it's just kind of a thing that happens. But he knows Phichit isn't likely to take the laughter the wrong way. Yuuri's just overwhelmed and it's good but it has to go somewhere.

"I... don't know what there is to do," he's not without his preferences, once he knows what there is to have preferences about, but he never would have watched porn with someone or thought to get any of this on film without Phichit. It's debatable if he would have actually put his mouth on someone else's dick without knowing what it felt like first-- it's certainly not something he would have said would be in any way pleasant but... "I... really liked that," he flushes, can't quite actually say the words, but it's hopefully obvious from context he means the blow job in the shower, "but I've liked everything you've shown me so far."

Only Yuuri could manage to look so hungry and still so blushingly innocent.

Phichit understands what Yuuri means, both given the context of the conversation but also just because he's used to this, the way Yuuri talks when he's anxious. He leans forward with his upper body, enough to cup Yuuri's cheek in the palm that isn't holding the camera.

"Yeah, baby?" He whispers, breathless and painfully aroused. "You liked it? Then let's try it again, without the shower."

Phichit honestly only suggests it because they need to do something, before Yuuri loses the nerve and/or he comes prematurely. Besides, it will look so beautiful on tape.

It's probably not a bad idea for Yuuri's hip, either, honestly. And maybe it's better to do something they're now somewhat familiar with, with the camera now as part of it. The video's stopped somewhere behind Yuuri, but he doesn't really notice at all because Phichit is catching on camera that moment that sometimes happens with him when there's something he does know how to do and he's just... doing it, without any of the fear. And Yuuri in the moments he manages without the anxiety is a lot like a moving train and also, as Phichit has learned more recently, a bit mischievous.

It's definitely a little bit of both of those things when he scoots down as soon as Phichit suggests trying blow jobs again and just kind of brings Phichit's underwear with him in an almost choreographed looking move. It's not, though, and he's not thinking about how it looks, but the way he glances upwards when he licks a showy stripe up Phichit's cock a moment later says he definitely knows how that looks.

"Like that?" They both know exactly like that, yes, because he's done it before without the look, but something about the tone catches on all the teaching Phichit's been doing, plays at an innocence of Yuuri's that they know is both a little real and a little put on, but they have an "audience" who maybe doesn't.

Phichit can't muffle the little noise that bubbles up in his throat when Yuuri licks at his stiff cock thoroughly, making him squirm. He sits up a bit so he can steady the camera with two hands, but his arms are already shaking and he wants the footage to be at least a little nice.

"Just like that, baby," he sighs, indulging this playful side to Yuuri by reaching over to stroke his cheek and up into his hair for a moment. Then he's back to holding the camera tightly. "You look so pretty, with your mouth like that."

Catching the pleased, cat-with-cream look that Yuuri makes to Phichit running his fingers up into his hair on film may very well end up being the best part of this idea.

"Do I?" only Yuuri could sound both doubtful of that and coquettish at the same time. He wraps his hand around Phichit's cock to keep him from accidentally taking more than he can handle, but then he has the bright idea to use it to change the angles a bit, pulling it up at the base enough to make it show up even more on film, to make the angle easier to catch when he mouths and licks over just the head, eyes still locked almost curiously to Phichit's. The position would be difficult to maintain for someone without much core strength, the way he has to hold himself, but there are benefits to sleeping with a world-class athlete.

"A-ah!" Phichit cries breathlessly, his voice high and barely audible. "So pretty," he adds, as he works to keep his hips from rolling up off the mattress. Yuuri may be new to sex, but he's always had a good instinct for performing, in ballet and skating and now obviously in this, too. His cock throbs and starts leaking precum as he becomes a little more desperate under Yuuri's ministrations.

In the showers, Yuuri wasn't trying too hard to stay quiet, but he was trying to muffle himself somewhat, and the noise of the water helped with that too. So it's hard to say if he's really louder now, or if there's just nothing to mask it. Either way, he seems louder, both in terms of the more physical sound of his mouth sinking, wet, over the head, and the way he moans softly when he gets it what he's decided is his favorite amount in-- deep enough that it's something solid in his mouth, but not so deep he can't make liberal use of his tongue.

He really does look like he's enjoying himself, too-- hopefully it's not too much of a worry, but if Phichit were worried at all that Yuuri might just be humoring him, that should put it to rest.

The happy hums and moans that Yuuri makes, coupled with his eagerness, have Phichit reassured that this is something his friend wants. And if Yuuri changes his mind, of course he'd be okay with that, but trying to imagine this amazing slick heat around his cock disappearing makes him whine a little. He wants this moment to last forever, with Yuuri happily lapping at his erection, but he knows he's going to come soon if Yuuri keeps this up.

His fingers slide into Yuuri's hair to hold him gently, sometimes petting, sometimes giving a tiny tug when things feel especially good.

"Haa-ah," he whines. "Please...!"

Yuuri's still getting used to this and it's mostly his attentiveness and responsiveness that makes this good, not any kind of inherent knowing what he's doing. Phichit's hand in his hair feels surprisingly good, both physically and as something to ground him and he makes a low, warm, satisfied noise to the way his fingers curl a little in it.

He has to put a hand around Phichit's cock to stop himself from going too deep, still a bit nervous about trying to figure that out, but he also doesn't try to hold Phichit's hips down and if one of those tugs happens to set a pace, he goes with it without thinking about it. With someone else, maybe that would be scary, or at least give him pause, but right now, he wants to give Phichit whatever it is that he wants, is enjoying getting to lavish attention on him, after being taken care of all evening.

Soon the pleas turn into a mantra of Yuuri's name panted through Phichit's lips with every exhale, as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that sweet climax. Yuuri's mouth is hot and his hand is firm around the base of Phichit's cock, and the pace he's moving at is perfect.

"Y-Yuuri," he gasps. "I'msoclose!!"

There's a split second pause at that because they're not in a shower and he does know now a little something about what this is like and there's a decision here that has to be made in the next few seconds. He glances up at Phichit and remembers the camera all over again with a heated shudder and then just sink his mouth deeper with a little purr of acknowledgement.

He's not at all sure if he can manage to have Phichit coming in his mouth be as sexy as he wants it to be, but dammit, he's going to try.

It takes a moment for Phichit to identify that Yuuri has made a choice here, that those wide doe eyes have relaxed as he's taken Phichit even more for a reason, but when it does click, Phichit feels hot all over. A whine bubbles out of his throat as Yuuri's purr reverberates around his cock, and Phichit's hips buck up helplessly. He comes, but with enough foresight to tug Yuuri's hair especially hard, hoping to maybe pull his head a bit so he doesn't choke him, or anything.

Later, he's really going to hope the camera got all this.

The whole thing is... messier than he's really expecting. He's not really anticipating the sharp motion of Phichit's hips or the tug to his hair and he's not really moving so much under his own power for a second which is... surprisingly hot, actually, but also kind of destroys his concentration so he's not really ready anymore. But that is, of course, not really stopping Phichit.

The camera catches the surprise and the sudden redoubling of concentration, Yuuri's throat working as he does make a go of swallowing, but it's definitely more than it seemed like in the shower, and there's definitely a bit of a mess, though it's more sliding down out of his mouth and down Phichit's cock than it is all over the place like in the shower.

The camera also catches the way he pulls off slowly and the way he wipes his arm across his mouth, which in another circumstance might seem dismissive-- but Yuuri's got such a self-satisfied look on his face that it comes off flirty, surprisingly self-possessed, particularly for Yuuri.

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