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Rough & Loving

rough AND loving

There's been a bit of a misunderstanding. While hate sex is perfectly fine, and dub/non-con is by far not an obscure kink, it seems like many automatically conflate anything not perfectly slow and sweet smut with those two things. Sometimes, people can love each other more than anything...but still want to have animalistic, bed-shaking, bruising sex. After all, what's a connection without intense compassion?

This meme is for smut that's consensual, compassionate, and could concuss you, if you're not careful with the roughness. Whether this is a normal night for these two characters, a one off someone's been unwilling to try since they don't want to hurt their partner, or just something feral getting unchained, come and get some rough romance.

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[Yuuri isn't even on the same planet anymore. He blasted off into deep space at mach eleventy billion and is uncovering new civilizations up there. That's how high he's flying right now, feeling so euphoric that he can't even feel the ache of his tired muscles anymore.]

[It feels like the only thing keeping him on the ground is the weight of the gold medal hanging from his neck. He still hasn't taken it off. It's not the kind of thing you can wear in the day to day, so this is the only time he can wear it and he's getting as much mileage out of it as he can.]

[Their Barcelona hotel room has a large mirror and after they both get in the door he slows and stops in front of it. Pictures have been taken and video has been recorded, but he hasn't seen any of it yet. This is the first time he's seen himself with the Grand Prix Final gold dangling from his neck.]

[There's a sharp little intake of breath as he stands there, his face still flushed, his hair still tousled, fingers gently brushing against the cool metal for about the fiftieth time, and he looks at himself, trying to decide if it makes him look as different as he feels.]

( he's never been more proud of the other than he is right now. in this very moment, having watched him from the very start of his comeback, so many strides have been taken to get the younger where he is now, and if viktor is perfectly honest, he's glad to have been a part of it.

( even if he'd failed him by having to return to japan, just for a day, but there is still guilt in him that sits in the pit of his stomach like a solid weight. a tangible thing. even if yuuri had been the one to tell him to go in the first place. )

but he's come this far, and he's won, and back within the privacy of their shared hotel room, as he stands in front of that mirror looking at himself, the older can't very well deny that he does look different – but it isn't because of the medal. it's the realization of self that comes with achieving one's dreams, and he's so thrilled for him that it takes everything in him to keep from tackling him with a hug.

as it stands, he simply slides quietly over, wraps his arms around that lithe frame from behind and rests his chin on a shoulder, that secretive, knowing little smile curving the line of his mouth as easily as anything else before it. )

It looks good on you. Very good.

["Realization of self." If Viktor had spoken the words aloud, Yuuri would have had the right ones for what he's feeling right now. In the past, Yuuri had kept himself closed off. There was so much that he'd bottled up, things that only bubbled out of him during the odd uninhibited moment (like, say, a certain after-competition banquet where he'd had a little too much to drink?)]

[He hadn't spent the last eight months with Viktor working for the gold just to have a shiny piece of metal to take home. More important was knowing he was the kind of person that could win it, that he was skilled enough and disciplined enough and determined enough. Wasn't that what most of them were out to prove? It wasn't just a thing to own -- in winning it, you walked away knowing who and what you truly were.]

[He's a champion now. He's someone that's made his country, family, and hometown proud. He's someone that made the crowds see something that they loved, and he was good enough to stand on the same award platform where Viktor once stood.]

[He's also a beautiful, dangerous fatale who knows how to take a man's heart and wrap it around his little finger.]

[...Well, that last part is a little off. Wrapping it around his little finger doesn't seem gentle enough for such a precious thing.]

[Still, he understands what's his -- and also what no longer belongs to him. In the past, the idea of being that vulnerable was terrifying to him, but now? Now his hands slide over Viktor's arms, holding them tight, and as his fingers briefly brush against the gold band on Viktor's finger, he feels the weight of the gold ring on his own.]

[It feels perfect.]

[His one hand still overlapping Victor's, he reaches up with his other hand and pulls the lanyard up over his head. Using the mirror to guide himself, Yuuri slips the gold medal over Viktor's head instead, so he can see it dangling from his neck now, too.]

[They earned this together. Yuuri is confident in himself enough now to understand how much of it was done with his own strength, but he still never could've done this alone. After briefly admiring how it looks hanging from Victor's graceful neck, he grips the lanyard gently, in the same way he sometimes grabs Viktor's tie.]

[Gently, but not too gently.]

You've worn so many others, but I think I like how this one looks on you the best.

[As he grips the lanyard, the gaze he gives Viktor via his reflection in the mirror is pure desire, just like the looks he'd so often given him before his Eros routine.]

( well – maybe there should be a little bit of policing the amount of alcohol the younger is allowed to drink at such a public event in future, but when it all comes down to it, viktor is glad that he allows himself to let go every once in a while. it isn't healthy, isn't good for anyone to constantly hold everything in, to play the stoic card again and again until there is nothing left but the facade itself, the mask that has been put on for the rest of the world.

but it's over, it's finished, and not only had yuuri come away with the gold that he's promised both himself and viktor, but he's gained something far more precious, something much more important than a simple piece of metal. the confidence in himself that hadn't been there before, that he can accomplish absolutely anything he sets his mind to, no matter how many times he trips and stumbles along the way. ( and it goes without saying that viktor is going to be there for all of it, the ups and downs, to pick him up again and dust him off and send him back on his way.

he'd promised he'd be there for the interim. and there's not a damned thing in the world that would drag him away now. this man is a champion – and something so exquisite, so beautiful that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to fully look away from him, rapt as he tends to be in his mere presence. it's a stronger thing than it had been when he'd first made a place for himself as coach, the meekness in him all but dissolved into something far more bold. alluring.

definitely dangerous. )

he looks down, briefly, caught all at once by the shimmer of gold on their fingers, something still so new that it isn't shocking as more of a jolt that brings him back to reality, the life that he hadn't quite thought to find himself in, but wouldn't give up for anything. giving their entwined fingers a squeeze, he turns just enough to nose at the patch of skin just beneath an ear at the very same moment that yuuri places the medal around his neck.

it's been a while, he realizes, since he's seen something like that on his person, and while it isn't an unfamiliar thing, he still has to think that it looks much, much better on yuuri. ) Mm. Hard won, it goes without saying – I think it looks good on both of us.

( and then that tug comes to the lanyard, and his arms around the younger's ribs tighten infinitesimally as his eyes flash with a shimmer of realization. he knows that look – more than knows, really – and it brings a feral tinge to the curve of his mouth, the slightest bit of a challenge without the raise of his voice.

but he does nip at the edge of his jaw, just because he can't keep himself from it. )

(Crossovers welcome)

(ooc: Aged up to whatever feels the most comfortable.)

[canon and cross canon welcome]

[Good for this ship, and preference for action/prose and who's on top if so?]

[He loves rough sex]

[Can age him up for anyone who asks.]

[SHRUGS]

"God — dammit — stupid belt won't let me —"

[ they weren't in any particular hurry. wash didn't often have the desire to be, in these kinds of situations; maybe he was just being ... dumb, but he felt like he'd never been able to take the proper time to appreciate a lot of the good things in his life before they up and left on him. the least he could do was take his time here and now. indulge himself. ]

[ which is what he would be getting to doing, really, if he was able to get the damn belt off himself. agent washington is highly skilled with his hands, no matter the task, but apparently david isn't. good job, wash. he leans down, tries to see if there's a lump of cat fur stuck somewhere (it's happened to him before), but he can't see anything. maybe something broke. that would really fucking suck. he doesn't want to toss a belt. ]

[ sighing loudly, his shoulders slump in his admission of defeat and he turns to the other. he can feel warmth beginning to scratch under his cheeks. being embarrassed is embarrassing. ]

"I, uh." [ clears his throat — ] "I think something happened to my belt. Can you... help me with this? God, what time is it, even? I must've been fighting it for at least ten minutes."

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