[1] Viktor's Apartment

[viktornikiforov]

A soft sigh left his lips as he set their bags down in his apartment in Russia. Everything was as he asked his maid to leave it, dust covers on couches, bed, and tables. It felt weird to come in without his fluffy brown friend jumping on him and licking his face when he entered. He flicked on the lights and moved to the side so Yuuri could come in. "Make yourself at home, I just need to remove the dust covers."

Viktor bit his lips as he waited for the other to situate himself in his home. It felt weird since their last competition. The sensation of the other's lips against his while the whole world watched was still there.

Prior to this, they fooled around a few times but it was always nothing serious. It was only a few kisses here and a few cuddling sessions there. But it was always really brief and they never spoke about it. Unfortunately for Viktor, he became more and more attached to him each time. The logical part of him wanted to stop since it had an impact on his coaching, but the emotional side of him wanted to make him his own.

Snapping back to reality, he shook his head a little and opened his mouth to say something but stopped. This was too soon. They just got here. He should at least give the younger boy a chance to settle in and rest. It wasn't like Yuri got much rest from being stressed out. "If you want to take a bath, let me set it up for you. It's nothing like the hot springs you have at home. But it's still hot so you can relax your muscles"

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[viktornikiforov]

From the moment he met Yuuri to now, the person in front of him was completely different. The Yuuri from the first night he met him was someone who was shy, not confident, and just someone who was afraid of any amount of proximity between them. This Yuuri was assertive and not afraid to pull him close. Heh, this man was full of surprises and he loved every bit of it.

His hands rested gently on his waist, tugging him closer in a possessive manner. He wanted Yuuri to be his and his only.

Viktor found himself deepening the kiss between them. Each time their tongue grazed against each other, the animalistic instinct in him wanted to just push him against a wall and let things happen on their own but they were not in closed corridors.

Once he pulled back, he looked at him with a warm smile. His cheeks were definitely flushed from the blood going to his face. "моя любовь" he whispered lowly before kissing his forehead. It was embarrassing to use those words but at least Yuuri didn't know Russian at all. So at least it wasn't too embarrassing.

[saenda]

His heart was beating like crazy, he could feel it in his ears, but he couldn't care less, finding himself needing this, wanting Viktor to deepen the kiss, wanting him to hold him close, closer. There was a fire in the pit of his stomach, strong, powerful, demanding, begging for Viktor, for his whole being.

And Yuuri didn't understand it completely, had never felt anything like it before. It was overpowering and he wondered briefly if it could get out of control, but then Viktor was pulling back and Yuuri whined at the loss, even if Viktor was still mere inches away. But still, it was almost too much and Yuuri almost chased after Viktor for another kiss. Almost.

He was in a daze, his lips swollen from all the kissing, his glasses a little crooked. Yuuri licked his lips, gaze fixed on Viktor's face, until his brain finally registered that he hadn't understood the words Viktor had just uttered.

"H-huh? What?" he barely had the time to ask before his heart exploded at the kiss he received on the forehead.

Yuuri melted. He literally melted. He let his head fall on Viktor's chest, grabbing it tightly with his fists so that he could hide better.

"I love you," he mumbled.