phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

"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.

Phichit moans and gasps as his orgasm washes over him, and when Yuuri's wet heat disappears he forces himself to open his eyes, sees his seed coat Yuuri's cheek before the shower washes it away. The sight makes his cock twitch, and he nearly screams when Yuuri puts it back in his mouth, oversensitive and occasionally sputtering as his orgasm tapers out. He has to pull Yuuri away when it becomes too much for him, crying Yuuri's name as he does.

He finally falls to his knees when all is said and done, his arms moving to hug Yuuri tightly around the shoulders. He grins stupidly when he sees Yuuri's smile. "You're so good, Yuuri, so good."

Yuuri won't kiss Phichit on the mouth himself, too courteous after that, but if Phichit pulls him into one, he'll go with it easily. If not, or until then, he's leaving lingering kisses down his neck, warm and unhurried, but maybe a little firmer than he usually is-- he's still a bit riled up.

"Mmm... that was... I really liked that," Yuuri's hungry tone suggests that Phichit may be the luckiest roommate ever, like this is definitely something that he wants to do again. A lot.

Phichit shivers from the kisses and that tone, and he pulls Yuuri in for a proper kiss, because damn if he hasn't earned the sweetest makeouts after all he's done for Phichit. As they kiss, Phichit starts feeling his way down Yuuri's chest and abs, groping him unabashedly, until he gets to his cock. He wraps his hand around the base and starts to jerk him off.

"Tell me what you need now, baby. How can I reward you for being so incredible?"

"That's... good..." he manages, because he's close and maybe something like getting a blow job in return would be nice, but he's pretty sure he's not going to make it that long. "But if you want to do something more when we get back to the apartment..." The way he's pushing into that touch already, he definitely means a second round, not waiting until they get back.

He sets his mouth low on Phichit's neck, enough to be hidden on collars because he's pretty sure he's going to make more marks than he intends to, the closer he gets, but he also needs to muffle himself into something. He's still working on how to talk about sex, but the more comfortable he gets about it, the louder he is, and they really don't want anyone hearing this here.

Phichit groans and bumps his forehead against Yuuri's hair. "Sounds like you wanna do more when we get back," he teases, but it's breathy and more than agreeable. The love bites are a good mix of pleasure and pain, but mostly he's happy to be receiving them because it's a good indication of how Yuuri's feeling.

So he picks up his pace and grips Yuuri a little more firmly, and reaches behind his cock to fondle his balls while he strokes him.

He doesn't even try to protest that,

"Yeah, I do," he admits, and then, "Phichit... that feels so good..." he's doing the thing where he goes all shameless, his knees sliding on the tiled floor of the shower as he tries to push harder into Phichit's hand, almost crawling into his lap to do it, mouth back to muffling himself in Phichit's shoulder, because he can tell he's getting louder, desperate.

He's not going to last long. If Phichit wants to drag things out just a little bit, to have more of a lap full of squirming, wet Yuuri, he can for at least another minute or so, but definitely no longer before Yuuri's leaving a mark low on his neck and spilling over his hand.

Phichit isn't particularly concerned about the time; he does enjoy having Yuuri writhing all over him, but he also loves him in the throes of an orgasm, quivering and pink and breathy. So he keeps doing the things that have his lover wantonly moaning against his chest, and his own breadth hitches when Yuuri comes between their bodies.

"Good boy," he finds himself cooing gently, holding his boneless friend up so he doesn't slip any further. "That's a good boy. You're wonderful," Phichit adds, peppering kisses by Yuuri's red ears.

The praise goes straight to his head in a way that he's still a little embarrassed by, even though he's trying to lean more into these kinds of things. There's a shuddery little moan to it, anyway, before Yuuri relaxes in his arms.

He always seems to get taken more or less completely offline by his orgasms, at least for a minute or two, though he seems to figure himself out more quickly with his knees on the hard, cold tile. Still, he looks cutely dazed when he finally pulls his head out of Phichit's shoulder and probably has to be helped to standing.

He's not really either standoffish or cuddly in the aftermath, he's just kind of... all knocked askew, pliant, which is a perfect time to pull him into cuddles. Either way, though, he's either leaning lazily against Phichit or the wall, under the spray of hot water now, looking way more content than anyone has a right to in a gym shower.

Phichit finds a dazed, glowing, post-orgasmic Yuuri to just be so adorable, it nearly hurts how tight he wants to get snuggly with him. But the shower isn't really a good place for that, so Phichit has to settle for the next best thing, grabbing the bar of soap and his floppy best friend and cleaning off his body idly as they stood under the shower.

"What a cutie," he hums, skimming the soap over Yuuri's belly and leaving behind a trail of suds the shower immediately washes away. "You're so fun to touch, Yuuri."

"Mm," is the only acknowledgement for a moment, though the words paint a blush high on his cheeks. He's still trying to find the rest of his brain and the way Phichit's running his hands so warmly over every part of him, it's hard to bring himself to move.

When he finally does, it's only to skim his hand up Phichit's body until he can draw his face back to his, kissing him softly for a moment. He's getting better about words, but he's still not great about them in moments like these-- but kisses and warm, lingering hands he can do, now without feeling overly self-conscious about them.

"We should get out and get home," he says, finally, but it's warm, definitely like he wants to continue this when they get there.

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