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“Sit still,” Viktor repeated for what felt like the thousandth time, and Yuuri groaned as he waved the scissors in his hand to accentuate his point. Yuuri faced the mirror again, keeping his eyes on his husband nonetheless, concerned for this. He’d told Viktor they could just go to a barber, but Viktor insisted that he could do it.
Yuuri was regretting that. “Viktor, I just need it trimmed, it won’t even take that long.” Yuuri didn’t even know what Viktor’s argument for cutting his hair at home was, but… here they were.
“It won’t take long for me to do it either! I’ve already combed out all of the tangles. Just sit still, Yuuri. A few more minutes!” Viktor said, and Yuuri sighed, nodding his head and letting Viktor work.
He closed his eyes with the first snip of hair, not because he didn’t trust Viktor, but… well… Viktor had never cut his hair before and Yuuri had no good evidence that Viktor had ever cut anyone’s hair. He had been growing it out, too, so a bad haircut wouldn’t be the worst, but it would get frustrating. It’s not like he could see what Viktor was doing anyway since he’d taken Yuuri’s glasses before they began so they’d be out of the way.
“I’m finished!” Viktor shouted after a few minutes of silent snipping, and Yuuri slowly opened his eyes again, reaching out for his glasses.
Yuuri looked at the hair on the ground, and then at himself in the mirror, turning his head from side to side. Viktor was standing behind him expectantly as Yuuri pulled at the hairs, stretching them to the longest length he could before smiling. “It looks good.”
“I told you!” Viktor exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Yuuri’s waist and kissing his neck. “I cut my own hair, especially when it was young. I cut it off when I wanted to. Yakov made me go to a hairdresser then because he said that I made it look bad.” Viktor frowned, looking at himself in the mirror over Yuuri’s shoulder.
Yuuri cupped Viktor’s cheeks, pulling him down for a soft kiss. “I think you look gorgeous no matter what your hair looks like, Viktor. Did you want it to be longer again?” He could see the appeal. His own hair was getting longer, and Yuuri liked the feeling against his cheeks, even if it had tickled against his neck uncomfortably at first.
“I don’t. I like it short.” Viktor flipped his hair from his eyes, smiling down at Yuuri, and Yuuri laughed. He kissed Viktor again, holding him close.
“I do too. I love you. No matter what your hair looks like.” He then turned his eyes to the mess on their bathroom floor, kissing Viktor a little sweeter. “We’re going to a hairdresser next time. This is a mess. And you won’t clean it up -”
“I’m not just going to leave a mess of the bathroom,” Viktor started to fight back indignantly because he really was clean, and Yuuri laughed, kissing him deeper.
“You’re going to be distracted. Have to clean up later.”
Viktor’s eyes went wide, and Yuuri pulled him with him to go make out on the couch for a while.
Viktor liked tugging at Yuuri’s neatly trimmed hair.
Of course, Viktor always liked Yuuri’s fingers in his own.