phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

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.

Phichit catches Yuuri's shiver, and he feels the chill himself, shuffling a tad closer to his partner as they walk home.

"Good! You can rest on the couch with an ice pack, okay? Maybe even put a Japanese movie on TV, so you can feel a little bit more at home! Like maybe the Japanese dub of "The King and the Skater?"

He giggles, pleased that he could tease Yuuri like this now without any tension at all. When they'd first met, things had been so different, but now Yuuri really felt like home.

"Is that a treat for me because I'm injured or one for you because you have to put up with me?" Yuuri teases. And then he leans in, and there's a sly curve to his mouth when he quietly adds, "Or is it a reward for the locker room?"

Because Yuuri is always shy and quiet right up until he isn't anymore.

"I like to think it can be a treat for both of us! But I'll be happy with any movie you pick, as long as you're happy," Phichit admits. He shudders playfully when Yuuri uses his flirtatious voice.

"God, you're so sexy. I think you deserve a special reward for that. Maybe something you pick out, if you're ready."

He doesn't want to rush things, but it would be nice to let Yuuri pick their next activity.

"I still don't see it," he admits, even though it's still in that quiet tone for just the two of them, grinning, "I know what I want to do next," he adds, "but we can't for a while. I'll have to think about something else I want instead."

Granted, his voice was low and granted, he's speaking so obliquely that Phichit may have to wrack his brains trying to think about what they'd talked about in the locker rooms, unless the meaning is immediately clear, but all signs definitely point to Yuuri just saying in public that he's interested in having sex with Phichit.

"Ready" isn't the problem. The problem is Yuuri being able to figure out and actually say what it is that he wants.

"Curses," Phichit swears with a giggle. "I'll make you see it someday, Yuuri!"

When Yuuri implies that there is something he wants but that they "can't do", it takes Phichit a moment to remember his lamenting the impending skating season and how a particular thing would impact their training. He blushes a little, though his cheeks were already pink from the cold, as he realizes that Yuuri's referring to butt stuff.

"Oh," Phichit murmurs, caught off guard. "Yeah. We will get to it for sure, though. I really wanna..."

Perhaps for the first time since this relationship started, Phichit is the more flustered of the two, as he imagines himself and Yuuri alternating roles in fucking each other.

"What about you?" it's pretty clear that, for once, Yuuri's not interested in embarrassed silence. There's no one else around them to overhear them as they walk and something about doing something so publicly-- less because of the public and more because of the having the delay before they're somewhere they can really curl around each other-- has him expressing closeness in words for once, rather than actions.

"Was there something else you wanted to do? I... honestly I'm not sure I know a lot more about what else there even is," his cheeks are bright pink, but he's not backing down from the conversation. "I know you said you wanted to take more pictures..."

Phichit nods and squeezes Yuuri's hand. "I would like that. Setting up a sexy photoshoot, helping you pose... Or just letting you show off your natural sex appeal without my help," he says in a low whisper, beaming brightly. "And we could always do butt stuff to prepare for going all the way."

"But-Butt stuff?" at first Phichit probably thinks he's gone too far and Yuuri is clamming up, but then he's laughing and hisses under his breath, "Phichit! You say all kinds of dirty things to me all the time and you're going to call it butt stuff?" He's still laughing a little, but the grin shades tender,

"You're really cute, do you know that?" it's actually one of the first times he's said something like that so directly, not because he hasn't thought about it, but because he's usually just not that direct in general.

For the briefest moment, Phichit worries that he misunderstood Yuuri and that they haven't been talking about the same thing. But then Yuuri bursts out laughing, and Phichit gets to look scandalized even though Yuuri's giggling is delightful.

"People totally call it butt stuff!" He insists, trying to keep his voice down even though he wants to screech. "Like all the things you can do to a butt! Fingering, rimming... maybe other stuff I have to look up..."

He's definitely blushing now, totally smitten with this sweet, forthcoming, adorable side of Yuuri. "Not as cute as you, with your cute face and cute butt."

Yuuri can't seem to stop laughing, but at least that's better than him being weirdly quiet and distant, right?

"Well, then I definitely want to do butt--" he has to struggle to not laugh, a little huff of it coming out anyway, "butt stuff with you. You really do make everything kind of... fun and easy, you know? I'm not... used to that," he's grinning. "None of it seems very intimidating, like this."

He will, still, of course, freak out a little when he's actually doing it, but Phichit's probably learned that the anxiety is just that-- a baseless thing that happens to Yuuri. This is really what Yuuri thinks about everything, right here.

"Oh," Phichit sighs, feeling like butterflies have taken up playful residence in his stomach. He smiles and squeezes Yuuri's hand. "That's really, really good! Ah, that makes me so happy, Yuuri...!" His nose is wrinkled with the force of his smile. "I want to make everything fun and easy for you."

Yuuri blushes and ducks his head slightly, seems to go a little more reticent after that, but keeps his hand in Phichit's all the way back to their place without a protest, only lets him go so that one of them can work the keys and the door.

Yuuri's the one that initiates the slow kiss on the other side, which is unusual, but then, he's always a little bit like this, post-coital, a little more open and relaxed.

Phichit isn't afraid that it was the wrong thing to say, exactly, because he knows about the value of honesty and he knows how much he wants Yuuri to understand what all this means to him, but he does worry a little. Just as quickly as Yuuri opened up, he went quiet again, and it was a little sad. Phichit much preferred when Yuuri was giggling about butt stuff.

When they get to their apartment Phichit unlocks the door, then squeaks a little when Yuuri surprises him with a soft kiss. He yields to it immediately, sliding his fingers into Yuuri's hair.

When Yuuri is more open about his emotions, it almost seems like it's draining for the young man. Opening up isn't a thing that comes naturally to him all of the time and, even when it does, it always feels vulnerable in a way that he's not very fond of.

Still, Phichit does make it easier, and part of that is that he doesn't get offended when Yuuri goes silent, either. He can kind of tell Phichit's worried, but he doesn't pull away, doesn't have to stop them both and talk about it right away, doesn't demand answers. There's no way Yuuri would ever be able to express what that means to him in words, but he tries to get some of that into the kiss.

With the kiss, Phichit's concerns melt away into nothing; Yuuri's so tender with him that he senses love, trust, warmth... all of the good things he wants from his best friend and roommate. Regardless of whether their feelings are the same or not, they both have them, and that's enough for Phichit.

His back presses to the door and he slides a hand down to sit on Yuuri's waist and urge his front closer, so they're slowly making out pressed chest to chest. He moans playfully, rolling his tongue in Yuuri's mouth.

This is nice. He's never much liked letting people get close to him, physically or otherwise, always feels extra awkward about it, but Phichit never really sets any of that off. He just kind of... is a part of his life and Yuuri's not sure if that's really him learning anything about life or friendship or if Phichit is just that good at knowing how to deal with Yuuri and his moods. Either way, Phichit never makes it feel like he's coddling him or anything, just that he's steady, and there in a way that plenty of people say they are, but rarely demonstrate.

Not that he's really thinking about that in full, right now. Mostly he's just thinking that it's nice, and that he could probably make out with Phichit against the door most of the day and not really notice or mind, just catalog things like the press of his tongue in his mouth and the way they're usually almost laughing into each kiss and--

He pulls back abruptly with a hiss as a shift of his weight makes the hip bruise make itself known again, and it really will be okay by tomorrow, but only if he lets the leg rest, and making out against the door is definitely not that. Even so, he presses a few more kisses down Phichit's neck, warmly, before he pulls back.

"I'd better put some more ice on it," he says, regretfully.

Phichit's mind is going a little warm and fuzzy, his senses overriding all logical thoughts as Yuuri slides so naturally against him. So when Yuuri draws away slowly, moving the kisses down Phichit's skin and heating him up from the outside, too, he doesn't immediately think anything is wrong.

So, when Yuuri pulls away and starts talking about ice, there's a moment where Phichit is bleary and confused, wondering what ice has to do with their sweet makeouts. When he makes the gradual return to reality, he suddenly gasps. "Oh, your hip!" He reaches to untuck Yuuri's shirt so he can inspect the bruising.

"You go lie down," he says, now in mother-hen mode. Or at least coddling big brother mode. "I'll get the ice, okay? Get cozy, Yuuri!"

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