phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

"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."

Yuuri hums slightly, acknowledgement that he's heard him and a little bit pleasure for the compliment, but he also slides back to taking him deeper again, clearly permission to at least not worry about how close he is.

Yuuri would really like at some point to figure out how to touch himself while he does this, because this is definitely not just hot for Phichit, but there's just too many moving parts to figure that out while he's trying to learn everything else.

If the reaction to that one little noise is good (and how can't it not be?) he keeps making them, soft, encouraging things interspersed with little moans, because this is kind of fun actually, and he knows how good it hopefully feels from when Phichit's done this for him.

Yuuri plays at being so innocent, but Phichit has come to know this side of him well, the side that really loves being intimate and is very, very good at having sex. He can't help but slide his hips forward, at least managing not to buck quickly or harshly into Yuuri's mouth, but craving more of that slick smooth heat around his cock. The noises that Yuuri makes go right through him, making Phichit quiver. He leans his back and shoulders against the wall of the shower stall to stay upright, which is becoming a lot harder with the wet floor and his liquidy knees.

"H-Hah, oh God, Yuuri, a-ah! S-So, so good, hah!"

Yuuri would be really surprised, even now, to find out Phichit thinks those things about him. Though he can't argue that he actually really enjoys all of this, when he can let himself. Physical pleasure is something that he's never had much of and he's totally weak to it. The intimacy comes harder, but with Phichit, it's at least something that's doable even if it's never easy for him to reach out through his own walls.

But Yuuri also doesn't know any other way in his life than to take whatever he's doing and do it wholly, so it's maybe not surprising that that means he's very quietly intense about sex. It takes almost no thought, for instance, to take his free hand and wrap it around Phichit's leg, getting it up over one shoulder to take some of the pressure off his wobbly knees, let him kind of half-sit on him, while he takes him a little deeper, cooing another muffled bit of encouragement to the praise. Somehow, the praise is really the thing that deepens the blush in his cheeks more than having his mouth on someone else's cock, which is a very Yuuri thing to have happen.

Phichit weight shifts at Yuuri's touch, and he allows one of his legs to be maneuvered over Yuuri's shoulder; he feels sexier this way, and significantly more vulnerable, but he trusts Yuuri implicitly. He whines, bracing a palm against the wall behind him that he's leaning on, and his cock slides further into Yuuri's mouth with a hiss.

"I'm so close," he pants breathlessly, his voice little more than a whine. "Yuuri, you feel so good, your mouth is so good, baby, ah!"

There's another low, encouraging moan. He doesn't want to actually pull back enough to form words, tries to convey how eager he is for that with his mouth instead. He remembers how good it felt when Phichit did this for him and he wonders what it's like from the other side of things, wants to know even if Phichit's words make him suspect there's something unpleasant about it.

He's still clumsy, but he redoubles his efforts, trying to find something that makes Phichit react more. He's taking him deeper, too, relaxing the grip on the base of his cock as he gets more used to the sensation. He doesn't know how to get him all the way in, yet, but he's definitely taking more as Phichit gets closer to the edge.

Phichit is panting desperately, a complete mess as Yuuri moans around him and manages to get him deeper, centimeter by centimeter. He knows he won't last, knows he's given Yuuri sufficient warning, and so when Yuuri has him swallowed deep enough and moans beautifully to vibrate around him, Phichit gives in and comes with a high pitched groan of his own, his fingers gripping tightly to Yuuri's hair for purchase.

He manages to swallow some of it, mostly because he wants to try it, see if he can, but after the first second of that, he's got to pull back and ends up wearing the rest in a combination of across his face and down his chin. They're in the shower already, though, so even if he might normally mind being a bit of a mess, (he probably wouldn't, he thinks) the cleanup here should be easy.

He leans forward and slides his tongue along the head of Phichit's cock one last time, more curious than deliberately trying to be sexy-- it looks like it has almost a different texture to it, with the last little bit leaking out, and it kind of does, slicker in his mouth in combination with the smooth skin there and he maybe plays a little too much with that, actually, until Phichit has to kind of tug at him with overstimulation.

He doesn't look like he's in a hurry to go anywhere, afterwards, at least for a moment, looking surprisingly self-satisfied, a rare look for him.

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