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Yuuri is in bed, playing Breath of the Wild on his Switch, when Viktor barges into his room and flops onto his bed. His very small bed that wasn't meant to hold himself and a Russian man pretending to be a puppy. Viktor lands half on top of Yuuri, knocking the air out of his lungs and the console out of his hands. He yelps as it lands on his face.
"Yuuuuuuri, you stayed in your room all day! Is it because we're together when you practice? Are you tired of me?"
Yuuri sputters something high pitched and panicky until quiet laughter stops him, telling him that Viktor isn't actually upset.
"Sorry," Yuuri concludes, putting his console away.
"Are you?"
"Uh... Not really. It's a rest day. This is how I rest."
Viktor hums into the side of Yuuri's body, the ticklish vibrations making him squirm. "Watch a movie with me after dinner."
"Sure," Yuuri says, trying to keep his voice steady. "What movie?"
"You pick."
"Okay. I can do that. I can... Um."
Yuuri has a collection of movies he enjoys, in many different genres. With Viktor wrapping himself around his torso, not a single one comes to mind. Viktor is so tactile. It's so easy for Yuuri to lose himself in his own wants.
He looks down at Viktor, with his face pressed into Yuuri's shirt, cuddling close in the limited space of the bed. His silver hair falls over his face, bringing to mind countless hours watching it through the screen. The way it flows when Viktor moves. The way it rests beautifully on his face. Unable to resist, Yuuri reaches out and touches the hair at the back of his head.
Viktor jumps, tearing himself away from Yuuri's hand. It stays there, fingers frozen in the air, as Yuuri's mind reconciles expectation with reality.
The texture is awful. Coarse and crusty.
"Wow," Yuuri says. "I thought it would be soft."
Viktor wrinkles his nose. "You have no idea how much product I have in there. If I told you, you'd think I'm lying."
"Oh." Yuuri blinks at Viktor's tone. At his pinched expression. He tries not to laugh. "I know which movie we're watching tonight."
"Okay," Viktor says, getting off Yuuri's bed. "Surprise me. After dinner."
"Yeah."
Before he leaves the room, Yuuri calls after him and he turns around.
"Could you..." Yuuri starts and hesitates. "When you shower tonight, could you not put all those products in your hair this time?"
Viktor looks away. Then he sighs and smiles at Yuuri. "I guess, since it's you. But we're not leaving my room."
"Okay."
After dinner, as he showers, Viktor already feels exposed. He washes his hair clean, removing everything that keeps its shape and shine, leaving it bare. For some reason, he's smiling. Even knowing what he'll look like once it dries, he's smiling.
Yuuri is waiting for him in his room, sitting at the edge of his bed. He looks up and stares as soon as Viktor walks in.
"Move," Viktor tells him, pushing him back.
Yuuri scrambles to move up Viktor's bed to sit against the headboard. "You look— Um—"
"We have mirrors. I know what it looks like."
His hair is flat and lifeless, but it also puffs away from his head, frizzy like it's loaded with static electricity. He sits next to Yuuri, ignoring the staring that's both uncomfortable and amusing. "Well?"
Howl's Moving Castle. It's beautifully animated and absolutely magical, but very difficult to follow. Especially with Yuuri glancing back and forth between his hair and the screen, fingers twitching in his lap.
"Don't be shy now," Viktor says, teasing to cover the conflicted fear and need tangling in his chest. "You asked me because you wanted to feel my hair, didn't you?"
"I... Yes."
"Well?" Viktor leans a little towards him. "Go ahead."
Wide eyed, Yuuri raises a trembling hand to stroke Viktor's hair. He gasps, repeating the motion and letting his fingers sink into it.
"It's so soft."
Viktor closes his eyes.
He shouldn't have jumped away from Yuuri before. He likes the thought of having someone special playing with his hair.
He thinks of sitting at the beach with Yuuri, listening to him explain the way he ran because he was scared of Viktor seeing his shortcomings. Viktor can understand it. Partially. He shares that fear, but alongside it, there's the opposite: a need for Yuuri to see him, actually see him, flaws and imperfections, and treat him like a person. Care about him as a person. Show him he's allowed to be a person.
"I like it," Yuuri says. "A lot."
"Don't get used to it. I'm not going to do this often. I don't plan on letting anyone else see my hair like this."
"That's why I like it."
Viktor has to swallow past a lump in his throat. He turns back to the movie, but it isn't easier to understand with Yuuri's hand combing through his hair.
He still laughs when Howl has a breakdown over his hair color. It's dramatic and a little gross. Viktor shakes his head.
"Is this why you picked this one?" He turns to look at Yuuri.
"Maybe."
"I'm asking to spend time with you and you use it to make fun of me. How cruel."
Yuuri smiles. His face is close. Viktor wants to whine at him playfully, to say something more, but that smile.
"You're still laughing at me."
Yuuri's eyes crinkle at the corners. "Just a little."
Without thinking, Viktor reaches up to touch those wrinkles, but it's near his eye enough that Yuuri flinches, just a bit.
"Sorry, I—" Viktor starts to say, but the words don't come. He ruined the smile and it breaks his heart. His eyes fixate on Yuuri's lips.
"Viktor?"
He likes his name like this, with Yuuri's accent. it's different. Like Viktor himself can be in Yuuri's presence. Something new. Someone new. Someone who belongs to Yuuri.
Viktor leans in to kiss him. Yuuri freezes, scaring him for a second, but then he melts and kisses back, pushing into Viktor, burying both hands in his horrible messy hair.
Viktor's hands find their way to Yuuri's waist and lower, to his thighs. Yuuri hums something encouraging and sweet and Viktor forgets the movie.
Yuuri's breathing, growing steadily heavier, tells a better story anyway.