phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

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.

After the kiss it's Phichit's turn to hum as he nods and pushes his wet bangs away from his eyes.

"Good idea. Home has a bathtub and blankets."

Reluctantly Phichit shuts off the water and grabs for their towels immediately, shivering as his wet skin cools rapidly. He tosses Yuuri's towel to him and then wraps himself up like a freezer burrito in his own sunny yellow towel.

"Fuck winter!"

Yuuri can't help but laugh as he dries himself off. He's used to getting out of the hot springs in the middle of winter, so even though it's a lot colder here in some ways than back home, he's a little more used to it than Phichit.

"Without winter we wouldn't get sweaters, though," he reminds him, which is maybe a little nonsensical, but Yuuri also does seem to love winter clothes. Anything that he can bundle up in, cover up with. He still dries himself and dresses quickly, though, stealing a kiss or two in the process, laughing a bit still.

Phichit starts pulling his clothes on, including a pair of underwear this time, and turns to Yuuri with an exaggerated pout. "I do love sweaters..." he agrees. "But can't I just wear them during monsoon season, instead of 'it's so cold the wind is attacking my face' season?"

He pulls a thick maroon sweater over his head, and his hair doesn't even do it's usual static bounce because it's still damp. Fortunately, Phichit's stopped shivering, and now he can return Yuuri's kisses properly and add some of his own.

When they're both dressed for the elements, Phichit reaches for Yuuri's hand. "That was way more fun than I was expecting. You're so full of sexy surprises."

Yuuri must still be in that post-coital "everything is fucked loose" kind of stage, because he actually pouts just a tiny bit to Phichit wearing underwear to head back home. It's teasing, though, not something he's actually going to stop him from doing.

He's easy to pull in for a last couple of gentle kisses and snuggling before they have to head back out and at least look somewhat normal as they head back across campus to their dorm.

"Shouldn't that be my line?" Yuuri teases, grinning, "You're the one who surprised me."

"Hmm... I guess my surprise feels like it got overshadowed by yours, though! Anyone would believe it if you told them I went without underwear for a day, but no one would believe me if I told them--" he cuts himself of to look around furtively and then whispers closer to Yuuri's ear, "-- how much it turned you on and made you get on your knees to suck my dick!"

He says this with awe and gravitas, like it's truly unbelievable, but his eyes are sparkling with mirth. Phichit squeezes Yuuri's hand. "I'm really happy. You make me happy, Yuuri."

It's not 'I love you,' because that seems to make Yuuri uncomfortable, but that's definitely what Phichit means.

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Yuuri flushes to the teasing, but, surprisingly, it's not his normal hiding sort of flush.

"Now that I know what it's like, it'll take a lot less," he says, and it's just a statement of fact, he doesn't really realize how sexy that probably sounds. But then, he's been like that about everything, shy and embarrassed, right up until Phichit's proving how good something is-- and each time, he seems to trust him more about the next thing, easier, more comfortable with it.

Yuuri responds better to that than the I love yous as well,

"I'm glad. I like making you happy. You make me happy too."

"Okay," Phichit murmurs. "Just for the record, even though my cock is totally spent for the moment, it just throbbed when you said that. The part about wanting to do it again." He threads his fingers and Yuuri's together. "The part where you said I make you happy too just made my heart warm."

He beams, a soft, genuine, glowy expression on his face that's a lot more peaceful than his typical excitable smile. Only Yuuri has really seen this softness on him; Phichit is perfectly capable of it, but it's not his usual M.O. Yuuri is the person who draws this tender side out of him, and Phichit finds that he likes who he's becoming around Yuuri more and more.

If he thought he was in love before, well, he was completely clueless about how deep that love ran.

"Let's go home now?" He suggests, not wanting to get too lost in his thoughts no matter how happy. He had to remember to keep things simple and take them one step at a time with Yuuri. Maybe soon they could go on a date before having sex, even.

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"I do want to do it again..." sometimes, Yuuri just doesn't get it. He's not on the same page as... pretty much anyone, it seems, when it comes to relationship things, too open about some things and too reticent about others. "But I'd rather wait to get home anyway," okay, that does sound a little more like he's deliberately teasing.

And getting Yuuri to go on a date would be easy! ... Getting Yuuri to realize what he was doing was going on a date, on the other hand, would likely require explicit instruction and even then he might not get it.

Phichit laughs and pets Yuuri's head with his free hand. "I know, baby," he coos playfully. "I know you do. I wanna do it again, too."

Maybe it wasn't obvious that his cock throbbing was a good thing? So he just has to be more direct!

"I'll make dinner tonight!" He cheers. "Do you mind spicy noodles?"

"Spicy noodles sound great," he grins as they head out and there's that warm little thought that this is nice, that Phichit is always comfortable and Yuuri's very rarely scared about anything around him anymore. He can imagine someone where things would be awkward or he wouldn't know what to say afterwards very easily, though he can't imagine doing things with someone like that in the first place. But Phichit always seems to know just what to say to settle any post-sex nerves, how to change the subject without being dismissive. He falls into step with him as they walk, shivering a little in the colder air now that his hair is a little bit damp.

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