[closed for emberossing] Out There

[phichitchu]

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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[phichitchu]

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...!"

[emberossing]

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.

[phichitchu]

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!!"

[emberossing]

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.

[phichitchu]

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.

[emberossing]

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.

[phichitchu]

It takes a moment for Phichit to recover from the intensity of his orgasm, maybe especially because it's the second one of the day that Yuuri's drawn out of him just with his mouth. He gazes a little dazedly at his friend and reaches out to caress his cheek, then wipes some of the cum away from his chin.

"You look so hot," he murmurs, taking in the sight of Yuuri. "I love how sexy you are, baby."

[emberossing]

Somehow, somehow, Yuuri manages to flush at that, eyes dropping into something demure and embarrassed, even though he was just sucking Phichit's cock like it was the best thing in the world. He doesn't directly respond to that, but that also means he doesn't deny it either, which might not be the strongest vote of confidence for someone else, but might as well be a giant neon red-letter day for Yuuri.

"You too. You're sexy too," it's overly cute, maybe, but for the breathless way it comes out and the way he's sliding back up into Phichit's arms. He's still careful to not be the one to initiate a kiss on the mouth right after something like that, even though Phichit's shown no particular aversion there. But he's got no problem nuzzling into his neck and if Phichit kisses him, the kiss back is heated and slow.

He's still noticeably hard against Phichit's thigh, but he doesn't seem like he's immediately needing to pursue that, definitely seems more interested in what his mouth is doing, still.

[phichitchu]

Phichit clicks the camera off; this moment isn't about that anymore, it's about him and Yuuri now, and it's totally 100% private. Besides, his arm is getting tired from holding it up.

It's much easier to hold Yuuri instead, to cradle him against his chest and kiss his hair, his cheek, and yes, even his lips. They kiss languidly, Phichit not minding the taste of himself much more than he'd mind tasting anyone else, and especially not if it's the small price to pay for him to smooch Yuuri. His hand drifts lower and caresses Yuuri's firm, pert butt, stroking and gently pinching it just because he can.

"Yuuri," he whispers softly, breathless from kissing. "I wanna get you off, too."

[emberossing]

Yuuri does still sometimes do this little tensing thing, like he's momentarily surprised, when Phichit touches him more intimately and he does it here as well, but then he's pressing himself a little harder against him in response to the hand on his butt.

"Okay," it's not the most impressive of words as a response to Phichit's statement, but he's also gone instantly more pliant against him and there's a breathless sort of anticipation in the the syllables, both for the pleasure itself and a curiosity about what Phichit's going to do. It's the sort of tone that Phichit's learned to read as Yuuri still being willing to try something new, or more.

[phichitchu]

Yuuri's soft willingness, perhaps even eagerness, make Phichit feel a little more daring himself, and he gropes and kneads Yuuri's butt gently as he murmurs to him.

"Do you want to watch yourself now? While I touch you, you can see what I saw? How pretty you looked for me?"

[emberossing]

"Oh... I..." there's a hint of hesitation and he does have to think about it for a moment. He doesn't like watching himself do anything, really, only manages to watch his skating videos because he literally has to. But he's also got a competitive streak in him, a desire to get better at anything he's seriously doing and how's he ever going to do that if he doesn't get some kind of impartial feedback?

(Also, nearly anything Phichit suggests while touching him like that is worth considering, at least. He has a lot of sexual tension and frustration built up.)

"Okay," he says which is another not-really-a-vote-of-confidence kind of thing, except there's a conviction in his voice about it that wasn't there a moment ago that says he's really thought about it and decided he's okay with it, not like he's being pressured to do it.

[phichitchu]

Phichit understands that Yuuri needs time to get acclimated to new ideas, but he really believes that Yuuri should watch the footage; he wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. And he hopes that his presence will help keep Yuuri at ease, too, that his kisses and touches might help Yuuri think less about what he's seeing because of a pleasured haze.

He reaches behind him for the camera and pulls up the playback, then presses it into Yuuri's hands. "You hold that, press Play on it whenever you're ready," he says, shifting a bit. "I'll be down here, having fun."

And fun he will have, he thinks as he palms Yuuri's cock through his briefs.

[emberossing]

Yuuri's hands shake just a little and he fumbles the play button, but it's even odds whether it's more from nervousness or more from the way Phichit's got his hand warm over his cock, which is hard and ready enough that he can't help the way his whole body grinds up into the touch for a moment, surprised noise falling from his mouth.

It's echoed a moment later by the noise from the camera and the playback of their voices coming from it.

[phichitchu]

Yuuri would probably disagree vehemently with Phichit for thinking this, but he is absolutely adorable when he's like this; so turned on he's a little jumpy for it, desperate for friction and contact. He can hear the video stating, although he certainly can't see it as he presses a soft kiss to the warm skin of Yuuri's belly.