phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

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!"

He laughs, can't help it, and reels Phichit back in for one last softer, sweeter kiss before he lets him go.

"I'm fine, Phichit, but... I probably won't be if I keep standing up," he admits. Adds, "Ice is good, thank you," before he's moving, slowly, to sink down into the couch cushions. Somewhere along the way he ends up out of his outerwear, but his pants are soft enough he doesn't bother to change, just needs to get off the leg soon before it really does start to be a problem.

He probably looks stupidly cozy by the time Phichit gets back, sprawled out on the couch yawning, laying mostly on the side without the bruise. The whole thing looks soft enough to sink into and Yuuri's definitely got an expression like he's kind of hoping Phichit will.

Phichit hustles to the kitchen, making a lot of noise as he goes not out of clumsiness, but just because he likes to. Bangkok is a much louder city than Detroit, and his family was always playing music or singing or arguing - even after all the time he's been in America, he still misses all their chaos. He grabs a clean tea towel, then pulls an ice pack out of the freezer and wraps it up to keep it from being too icy against Yuuri's skin. Ice packs are a plenty in their apartment, given that injuries come with the territory.

When he gets into the living room again, humming happily, he stops at the sight of Yuuri all curled up and coos. "So cute!"

Phichit gently presses the ice pack bundle to Yuuri's bruising hip, and then sinks to his knees beside the couch, his free hand gently touching Yuuri's cheek. "Want me to take your glasses? That looks uncomfortable."

Yuuri flushes at that, but he doesn't move which speaks volumes to either how bad the injury is, or how comfortable he currently is with Phichit. It's likely the latter, if the way he grins is any indication.

"But then I can't see you," he points out, about his glasses, but he lets Phichit take them, and the tone he affects is supposed to be silly, but like a lot of the things he does when he's trying to be silly and sexy, he overshoots the mark and is somehow kind of actually sexy, instead, though maybe still a little silly, "You'll have to come closer."

Yuuri's smiles are such a treasure, and Phichit returns his grin with one of his own as he slides the glasses off of Yuuri's face. After folding them and setting them on the coffee table a bit reverently, he turns back to Yuuri, leaning in closer.

"When you talk like that I get butterflies in my stomach," he confesses, his voice a soft murmur. "You have no idea how powerful you are, Yuuri."

Yuuri blushes to that, ducks his head a little, but he doesn't quite reject the compliment. He never knows what to say to things like that, but from Phichit it doesn't make him uncomfortable, exactly, just... warm.

"Says the person who skated without any underwear on all practice just to tease me," he reminds Phichit, teases instead, but his tone's warm. He doesn't reach out much, but he does lean forward just a little bit so he can hopefully kiss him. He's not quite got the reach on his own.

Phichit giggles and bridges the gap between them to leave a quick kiss on Yuuri's lips.

"That's fair! But everyone knows I'm super saucy trouble already. With you it just sneaks out when you least expect it like WHAM! There's a ninja castle in your town, right? Because it's just like you're a sexy ninja!"

"I don't know if there's such a thing as a sexy ninja, Phichit," he says it way too serious but then he's giggling and tugging on him a little, "Get up here, there's room if you squish and if I'm on my side you shouldn't disturb my hip much." He grins and the tone is teasing, light, but he's once again completely unaware of how actually sexy he's probably being,

"I wasn't done with you yet."

"Fuck," Phichit swears, already moving to sit in the hollow spot in the couch between Yuuri's ribcage and pelvis. "When you say stuff like that, you're only proving me right, you know. You're so sexy, Yuuri."

He leans over and starts kissing Yuuri's neck.

"Then I'm not sure what that makes you. I mostly feel like I can't keep up," case in point, the way that he's arching his neck now while Phichit kisses along it, eyes fluttering closed.

"You always seem so sure of yourself."

"I don't know if I'm sexy," he confesses, brushing his nose over Yuuri's jaw. "I just do the things that feel right to me. Or I think about what might feel good or be fun for me, and then I try it on you. And usually you respond so well so it gets me excited."

Phichit giggles and slides his fingers up and down the nape of Yuuri's neck.

"I... don't know if I've ever really thought much about what would be fun for me," Yuuri says, which is a kind of deeper, more depressed sounding sort of thing than the conversation they're having, but he doesn't say it like it's some kind of snake pit to tiptoe around, just like it's a fact, his expression still peaceful rather than scrunching up and shutting off like it does when he's working his way up to something anxious or bad, "Or what feels right. I don't even know if I know what you mean, honestly." He makes a little, pleased noise at the pass of fingers down his neck, leans his head back for more,

"But I like doing stuff like this with you," it's the same sentiment as the street, but it's both sweeter and hotter here, more clear that the words are an invitation, "So... if that's sexy, I... guess... maybe I am."

RED LETTER DAY. DID YUURI JUST ADMIT HE WAS SEXY IN THE MOST ROUNDABOUT WAY KNOWN TO MAN???

Phichit grins indulgently at his friend, so pleased with everything about the situation: their closeness, Yuuri's honesty and the little pocket of confidence he expressed, his appreciation of their fun. The only thing ruining the moment is the bruise on Yuuri's hip, but Phichit's here to take care of him, and he knows Yuuri will recover quickly.

He giggles and kisses a line down the trail his fingers had been following up and down, a row of neat pecks along the nape of his lover's neck.

"You are sexy," he assures Yuuri with bright, easy confidence. "Not just because you like having sex, but because you're so good at turning me on. You're so graceful and pretty. I love your body and your voice and the way you make me feel. That's why I like you, Yuuri."

He hums and moves his lips along Yuuri's jaw before catching his lips in a hot kiss.

Yuuri still doesn't know how to react to things like that, what to say back. He's taking fumbling steps towards expressing his heart, even more baby steps towards accepting Phichit's. Every inch of ground is hard fought for and how far he's willing to go seems to depend moment to moment. But he's here. And he trusts that Phichit knows at least some of the things he can't say back right away, has to wait for the right time.

Also he blushes really prettily.

Yuuri leans into the kiss as best he can in this position and when Phichit turns it into something deeper, Yuuri makes a low, pleased noise, hand reaching up to slide through short hair, to pull him down into it a little more, encourage more of that, please. Yuuri's stomach takes that opportunity to growl fairly loudly, and Yuuri laughs into the kiss, but it's a mark of both how comfortable he is and how much he's enjoying this that he doesn't push Phichit away, just pulls him into another kiss afterwards, makes a little plaintive noise like he's arguing with his stomach for more time.

Phichit has long since learned that Yuuri doesn't really express his feelings in words very well, and he yields to the kiss that speaks for him. As Yuuri pulls him closer, Phichit shifts onto his knees on the ground beside the couch and leans in, slotting his mouth against Yuuri's hungrily.

He doesn't realize at first why Yuuri is giggling, only that he really likes the feeling and taste and sounds of it. But then he feels more than hears his stomach gurgling. Phichit places his palm on Yuuri's tummy, and giggles himself at the bubbling sensations. They try kissing a bit longer, but it's hard when neither of them can quite stop laughing.

Eventually, Phichit pulls away and pets Yuuri's smooth stomach. "I think it's time to eat now. We're gonna need energy to keep fooling around, anyways!"

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It ate my reply ;A;