phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

"I like you like this," Phichit explains simply, squirming a little at the hickey Yuuri's marking at his collar. "You're so pretty, Yuuri."

Pretty, and so, so hot, especially when he's wrenching their shirts off with reckless abandon. Phichit shivers a little at the exposure, his dusty rose nipples hardening almost immediately to pebbled nubs. He gazes dreamily at Yuuri's bare chest and traces his pectoral muscle.

"Too bad we can't go all the way during training season..."

"Pretty..." he echoes, and it sounds dubious, but he doesn't outright stop to argue, which is progress. At the very least, he can admit that it's clear that Phichit likes him like this, even if he can't quite see himself in the same light.

And then there's a lot of skin to explore and that's better anyway, particularly when he can shift to one side just a little and slide his hand down the front of Phichit's workout pants, fingers winding loosely around his cock. Yuuri has kind of a thing, Phichit's likely noticed, for doing things underneath clothes. There's something weirdly more intimate about it, for him-- not that there's anything wrong with stripping the rest of the way down and not that he's not aiming to have them in the shower soon-- but he definitely doesn't try getting them out of anything other than their shirts to start with.

"I want to, though," he says, suddenly, which is the first time he's actually ever expressed that desire, "When we can."

He shuts his eyes and moans in response to Yuuri's careful fingers curling around his cock, palm splaying open over his torso so that he feels a little less lost in the haze of pleasure.

"Yeah?" He asks, looking at Yuuri through his lashes and breathing deep and slow to keep his composure. "Good. I want you in me... I'll plan it, kay?"

He shudders a little with the thought of it, doesn't try to hide how strong his reaction is from Phichit,

"Okay. Just ah... maybe not quite so surprising as this?" he teases a little, because otherwise his nerves are going to get the better of him now thinking about that. He strokes a little more firmly at Phichit's cock, more to re-ground himself than for any other end, though he knows it's going to feel good.

"Showers?" he manages, after a moment and then deep breath, you can do this, "I want to... to return the favor from the other night," he gets it out, even if it's the most oblique talking dirty in the world.

"Won't be a surprise," Phichit promises, gently reaching to cup Yuuri's head so he can kiss him; he misses and the kiss lands on his cheek, but it's close enough for Phichit. It's the best he could do with Yuuri touching him like that.

He's excited thinking about jerking Yuuri off in the showers, until Yuuri throws another bombshell and Phichit's eyes widen with delight. "A-Are you sure? Really sure, Yuuri? Because it's totally okay if you don't want to!"

"I want to," okay, so Yuuri still can't really talk very dirty at all, even if he's making stumbling steps to it, but the sheer eagerness in his voice probably makes up for that. He's definitely not acting like it's something he's nervous about or something he's only doing to return the favor.

"I was... thinking about it. While I was watching you skate..." that's shyer; Yuuri has to tuck his head down into Phichit's shoulder to get it out, but his hand's not shy at all, the way the pull of his grip matches the way that the words fall.

Phichit absolutely whines from the combination of Yuuri's dirty confession whispered against his skin and the firm tug on his cock. His hands get a little tighter, balling into fists against Yuuri's shoulder blades, and he bites his lip.

"You'd look so good down there," he whispers back, imagining the scene with his eyes shut. "You have such soft, full lips... ah, fuck." Phichit whimpers as his cock leaks precum. "We should go to the shower before I come here."

"Mm. Okay," he doesn't know what to do with the compliment other than blush, but he knows what to do with the suggestion that they move to the shower. He has to move away to peel out of his own clothes, leaving them in a heap on the bench near his locker. Of all of the other things he's nervous about, nudity has never been one of them-- he's spent all his life in locker rooms and shared baths, after all. Maybe that's why he likes playing around underneath clothes so much, actually, rather than it being shy in some way.

Either way, there's no hesitation to pulling Phichit back close once they're naked, the kiss immediately heated this time, hands sliding along skin. He's trying to stay focused on getting them under the water, but this is so distracting...

Even though he's seen it before, Yuuri's body is such a sight to behold that Phichit thinks it almost makes up for not having Yuuri's hand on his cock anymore. The fact that he's an unabashed nude is even better.

When they're both naked Yuuri pulls Phichit close for more kisses, and he's happy to oblige, burying his fingers in Yuuri's hair and over his soft skin, gently nudging him in the direction of the showers.

"God. I wish I was an artist so I'd have an excuse to stare at you naked. Maybe we should have a no clothes rule at home."

He's trying to open up more with Phichit, say the things he wouldn't say to other people, and it's a rocky, inconsistent road, but sometimes, he manages and this is one of them,

"I don't think that's very practical, particularly in the winter," he points out, but then his lips are curving slightly, "But I think I did promise you more pictures..." he teases softly. They're kind of making a shuffling way towards the showers, neither one of them willing to stop touching the other. Most of the showers are more open but there are a few along one wall with a double partition-- a curtain then a tiny changing room the length of a small bench and then another curtain and a shower. It's going to be really cramped with two of them, but the extra tiny bit of privacy is something Yuuri's going to want, unless he wants to be jumping at every noise, even though he knows no one's going to find them at this time of day down here.

He does have to address more practical concerns, laughing, once he gets them over there, though,

"I forgot soap," he admits, hands making it pretty clear why he forgot soap, "Why don't you grab it and I'll brave the freezing water to have it warmed up when you get back."

"I'll accept the sexy photoshoot offer for now, but when it's Summer I'm gonna hide all your pajamas," he promises cheerfully, pinching Yuuri's plush butt. Yuuri leads them to the more private shower in the back, and Phichit likes how far away it makes the rest of the room, and by extension the rest of the world, feel.

Yuuri asks him to go back for the soap, and Phichit nods. He takes Yuuri's hand first kisses his palm and then sucks filthy on his thumb for just a split second. When he smiles, it's with playful innocence.

"Okay! You have a towel too, right?"

Yuuri yelps to the pinch to his ass, but his cock twitches and the next kiss turns a little rougher, almost sends them back up against the nearest wall, except Yuuri's really determined about the shower thing. His eyes go wide and then a little dark when Phichit teases with his mouth on his hands and it's almost over then, too, but he resists the urge to pull Phichit back in for a kiss, knowing that he's unlikely to stop kissing him once he starts.

He has to take a deep breath before he can speak again.

"In my gym bag," he admits, sheepishly. Look, his only thought was getting Phichit over here and getting him clean enough to put his mouth everywhere, he can't be expected to have remembered literally anything else needed to take a shower.

Phichit laughs breathlessly, pleased by all of Yuuri's very physical and very obvious reactions to his touches. He kisses his lover's cheek and then takes a few steps back.

"I'll get all your stuff," Phichit promises. "And condoms, too, just in case!" He giggles as he runs off to collect both of their towels and changes of clothes, as well as the soap.

Yuuri can't puzzle through what the condoms are for that they're likely to do in a gym shower during training season, but he also doesn't try very hard. There are probably all kinds of things he's never thought of before or seen in the very tame porn he's managed to watch without spontaneously combusting. It gets him a bit riled up to think that Phichit might show him one, spontaneously like this.

Still, he's got a job to do, and that's to get the water to a place where it's not going to be uncomfortable, which takes most of whatever time Phichit needs to gather up things. He looks a little less into things, when Phichit gets back, but the heated look he gives him speaks more to being doused with cold water than it does an actual ebbing of intention. Also he's dripping wet except for his hair, no way to really get out of the spray to adjust the water temperature in a space this small.

Phichit is quick about grabbing the things they'll need, and he leaves their clothes and towels out of the showers reach, but close by for when they need to get dried and dressed. When he gets back, Yuuri's already wet from the shower, so he doesn't hesitate to join him under the spray. He sighs in relief at the warm water on his sore body, and pushes his wet bangs away from his face.

Then Phichit reaches for Yuuri and pulls their bodies close. "Have I ever mentioned how totally sexy you are?"

As soon as he's pulled close, his fingers find sore muscles and massage at them, idly. He's not really thinking of dragging this out a whole lot, not when they have the rest of the day free and a perfectly good, warm, private dorm room to return to. But he needs to re-ground himself and working at Phichit's muscles and maybe getting a moan or two for his trouble seems like an excellent way to do that.

"It might have come up once or twice," he half-teases back, since Phichit tells him that far more often than he's ready for. He feels bad, sometimes, about not really knowing how to say those kinds of things back, but he tries to make up for it through action.

Phichit yields immediately to Yuuri's deft fingers, moaning as the tension melts away under his fingertips. Of course he had no intention of making Yuuri feel guilty, and he's too busy sighing to realize it's happened. He thrusts his hips forward a bit to poke Yuuri with the tip of his cock, ever playful.

"You're getting me all hot and bothered, see?"

"You're sure that's not just the shower?" he matches the mood, joking with him, but he also runs his fingers along Phichit's cock, teasingly, lets himself settle back into what he was feeling a few minutes ago, before they'd needed to deal with the practicalities of being sweaty and needing privacy. He gives it a slightly more firm stroke, and then he just goes to his knees-- he's never really going to be ready to do this for the first time, but that's not anything to do with Phichit. He's just always going to be anxious about doing anything new. So better to "get it over with", even though it's something he wants.

Look, Yuuri never claimed he wasn't a bit difficult.

Then again, with the water spray sliding down his back and his tongue lapping experimentally at the tip of Phichit's cock, there's probably not a lot of complaining happening.

It's a surreal moment for Phichit when Yuuri slides down to his knees, touching his body along the way, and gently, curiously laps at the head of his cock. He moans as the blood rushes from his head down, and his fingers find purchase in Yuuri's hair

"Ahhhhh. Yuuri, that feels so nice. D-do you wanna use a condom? For the mess?" He didn't want to make Yuuri taste his cum if Yuuri wasn't ready for it.

Oh, now he gets it,

"We're in a shower, Phichit," is what he says first, because he gets the more literal meaning first. It's by a wide enough margin to understanding the rest of it that he actually has dipped his head back down, mouth just barely over the tip of his cock before it catches up to him the other part of what Phichit's asking. He flushes, pulls back a little,

"If... if you want to," there's an implication there that he'd rather do it just like this, but he's also not quite pushy enough, even like this, to go against someone else's preferences.

Phichit shakes his head, and little droplets of water fall from his hair. "No, I'm asking you. It's your mouth, Yuuri. And, um, to be honest I don't think I'll be able to last very long. I don't want to make you have to, you know, take it. I mean, you could always spit it out but you're probably too polite to do that."

Phichit can watch Yuuri kind of consider that for a moment. Yuuri can be surprisingly reckless when it comes to certain things, but he does understand when someone knows more than he does about something and he should listen to them.

His answer is in the form of him taking a little firmer grip on Phichit's cock and actually sinking his mouth down over him. He's not necessarily looking forward to what Phichit's talking about, but he doesn't want to lose the rest of this in latex, either-- getting to learn texture and warmth and what this feels like.

Yuuri's sure initiative is such a powerful turn on, especially because it means that he has a mouth on his cock for the very first time. Not just any mouth, but Yuuri's, which is soft and beautiful, the one he loves kissing and making pink and plump.

His lips are pink and plump now, around the head of Phichit's dick, and Phichit groans and grips Yuuri's hair.

Objectively, it's probably not a blow job for the ages, truth be told. Yuuri takes a few moments, trying out a few different things, figuring out how deep he can take Phichit (answer-- deeper than he was expecting, but not all the way) and the best places to put his hands. He's a quick learner, however, at least when it comes to his personal preferences, so it's not long before he's got a hand around him to stop him from going too deep, and he's discovering that he really likes that point where Phichit's just shallow enough in his mouth where he can still lap his tongue against him.

He maybe gets a little caught up in doing just that for a moment, actually, enjoying the way the textures change against his tongue, eyes closes and looking a little blissed out about it. Phichit can decide whether that's better or whether it's better when he remembers that he's probably supposed to be doing something else at the moment, and drags his eyes open to look up at him.

Phichit isn't exactly well versed in receiving blowjobs, so he has no complaints about the various techniques Yuuri's trying out on him. Everything feels good, so mind-bogglingly good that Phichit can't even work out if one specific thing is better than another. He's helpless to Yuuri's whims, and mewls with pleasure as Yuuri licks the sensitive tip of his shaft. If he was more in his mind, he'd giggle and think it was adorable, the way Yuuri was playing with him.

As Yuuri moves his mouth, Phichit gasps and opens his eyes, staring down into Yuuri's beautiful open face and whining.

"I won't last long. I really won't, Yuuri," he cries desperately. "Your mouth is incredible."

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