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The tell-tale sound of the shower stopped, and Yuuri could only suppress a giggle whilst placing his laptop on the crisp sheets surrounding him.
Yuuri had already taken his shower - Victor would usually take too long, and dammit, Yuuri is an impatient man when it comes to these things. However, Victor being the patient one, always pouts and begrudgingly lets Yuuri go before him. It’s no big deal - Yuuri just took the shower and tugged on his boxers, shifting onto the mattress and barely covering his legs with the comforter. Victor had walked through the doorway, already shedding his clothes on the way to the adjoined bathroom by their walk-in-wardrobe.
Yuuri’s face flushed whilst he had been admiring him, Victor’s toned figure still managing to flip his brain upside down, the only manageable sounds being unintelligible stutters as he tried to squeeze a witty sentence into the air. It could’ve been anything: “Oh? Not patient enough for later?” or even a “reminds me of last night.” But this is Yuuri , he can’t summon confidence with the flick of a switch with a defining presence like that in the same room.
Still, that didn’t stop his lingering stare as Victor left to rinse himself of a day’s hard work.
When the shower stopped, Yuuri was giddy; he had been looking forward to this moment all day, just them two in the comfort of their bedroom, falling for each other's dorky antics and causing chaos in this safe haven called home.
When the door opened, the thought came so naturally, that he simply had to. Yuuri slapped his hands against his thighs repeatedly, a drumroll to go with the padding footsteps that had suddenly slowed. Yuuri smirked.
“Aaaand introducing the 5-time world champion of the Grand Prix series, the gold-medal warrior of the 21st century…” Yuuri hollered, mimicking a stereotypical announcer voice with a toothy grin. Victor, hidden away by the small hall to their bathroom, started drum rolling as well, though against the wall beside him. “Also known as one of the top 5 hottest bachelors in the world, stealing the number one spot in 2014 and 2015-!”
“Not a bachelor~!” Victor interrupted. Yuuri snorted.
“Aaaalso known as the most handsome man in all of Russia, maybe even the world…!”
“ Better!” Still thrumming his hands against the walls, Victor’s smile could be heard through his quick approval.
Yuuri hunched over, readying himself for the final introduction. “Long-time record holder, legendary dog-owner and culinary disaster-” Yuuri raised his hands and cupped them around his mouth, “the one, the only, Victor Nikiforooooov!”
Yuuri kept yelling out as Victor bounded from the hallway, towel wrapped around his waist and feet splattering a path of water onto the floor as he galloped to the front of the room. “Ooooohhhh~!” Victor shouted, throwing his hand into the air and swinging it around comically. They both kept yelling out with wide smiles on their faces, Victor dancing around almost like a caveman - thumping his fists against his chest like a pumped wrestler.
“And I, Victor Nikiforov, will show off my newest move for the entire world to see - the figure skating champions will quake in fear!” He cheerfully exclaimed, despite his words. Yuuri stopped yelling out, and started waving his hands back and forth exaggeratedly, hyping up Victor for whatever reason.
“What is his new move? What will he do? Oh, the crowd is going insane! They’re going absolutely wild! What does Nikiforov have in store for the world to see?!” Yuuri almost guffawed saying the sentence himself, but he looked in interest as said Nikiforov smugly grinned, dramatically throwing his shoulders back with a fierce stare.
“To entertain you, my loyal fans~” Victor could barely contain his own laughter. “This move, I like to call, the Quadruple Loop-Squeeze!”
Victor leaped onto the bed, with his natural grace, grabbing onto Yuuri and rolling them both on the bed, turning almost four times as the inertia kept them going. Victor leaned them back with effort before they fell off the edge, leaving them bouncing onto the mattress below them, Yuuri squished underneath Victor’s freshly-cleaned body.
This was when Yuuri finally broke, unabashed laughter wrapping around Victor and squeezing his own laughter out of his throat. They laid there, giant, toothy smiles and damp hair, hugging each other in effort as they guffawed almost non-stop. This childish laughter and love-induced warmth flowed from them like a never-ending river, Yuuri snorting and wheezing as Victor’s voice even broke and started squealing like a kettle.
It was a new look for him, and Yuuri couldn’t get enough.
After many moments of laughter and rib-cramps, they finally calmed down, lingering giggles and stretched smiles still plastered onto their faces. Victor raised his arms from beneath Yuuri, lifting his hands to cup around the latter’s cheeks, the movement as easy as breathing. He giggled affectionately, closing his eyes as he tipped his forehead onto Yuuri's, their noses brushing softly. Yuuri leaned his head up, rubbing the tips of their noses back and forth in a giddy eskimo kiss, a wide smile still overtaking his face.
“You’re such a dork.” Yuuri couldn’t help but giggle as well, the happiness inside of him beckoning a childish sense of glee he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“If I’m a dork, you’re a super dork.” Victor combatted. Yuuri snickered back.
“Then you’re a super mega dork.” Yuuri smirked back. Victor faked a shocked gasp, bringing his head back to lift his hand to his head with flair.
“Oh my god, how dare you? I don’t think my heart can recover! You’ve ripped it out of my chest mercilessly!” he gasped out, rolling onto his back beside Yuuri. Yuuri snorted once more, leaning his head back down onto the pillow, sighing.
Comfortable silence passed over them for only a couple of seconds, before Yuuri turned his head to Vitor, who was already gazing at him through his steadily drying hair, blue eyes like mist as his eyes roamed around Yuuri’s face freely, blatantly. Every stop in his eyes made a statement, the inspection of Yuuri’s lips, cheeks and eyes becoming clear to the latter as Victor’s stare travelled across the planes of his now-soft and still damp skin. Yuuri’s eyes softened, lips parting as he did exactly the same. Victor’s glowing complexion, brightened after their session of brutal but beautiful laughter, the true wonder shining through his features. More and more glow, the further he looked. More and more shine, the further he thought about it.
The glow of the lamps on the bedside tables resembled a sunrise across the spanse of Yuuri’s messy hair, an ethereal brilliance carpeting onto him. A peaceful smile graced Victor’s face as he suddenly brought his hand up to Yuuri’s cheek once more, his thumb tracing circles into Yuuri’s tan, velvet-like skin.
It was only natural that Victor would encourage Yuuri to tilt his head forward - to which he did - and bask in their aura just a moment more. The feeling of pure warmth and Victor took over Yuuri’s body like the most intoxicating feeling there could ever be; shooting low, but sizzling sparks through his veins like a sparkler, freshly lit and constantly shining and shining. It broke all his walls down till there was just a mushy mess of fondness and adoration coating his insides, melting him down to just a single morsel of pure and unadulterated love.
Victor in response, feeling all the same but so different at the same time, brushed their lips together, studying Yuuri’s eyes for his reaction, only to receive the same hooded look back. They took in each other's breath like a prayer, and could only get closer and closer and closer. Their lips pressed together softly, like a breeze over a cloud, but then became firmer as they just sank. They sank, and sank , and kept on sinking into the feeling of just being with each other, taking in everything the other had to offer and being eternally grateful for it. Plush lips massaging the other, melding together into one and intermingling hearts pounding in synchrony.
These moments happened often, yet always seemed to feel like they happened for the first time.
They parted after a long, long moment, their lips sticking together as they parted. Their eyes stayed hooded, and Victor’s thumb on Yuuri’s cheek resumed its circling as if it never stopped, admiring how beautiful his other half seemed to be at this very moment. His cheeks grew more red but seemed to compliment his now saturated lips, poofed up with effort from their long, long kiss.
“Hi.” Yuuri grinned, bringing his own hand up to cover Victor’s.
“Hi yourself.” Victor immediately responded, their tone now exhausted, but with a pure softness to go along with it. Yuuri’s eyes closed in response, his smile relaxing as he hummed. Then, he proceeded to snuggle back up to Victor, lifting his legs to wrap around him and nuzzle his chest affectionately. Victor brought his hands around Yuuri - as second nature - trapping him there with no intention of letting go. The sheets were rustled a bit on the way, but it was fixable. Victor would fuss about it in the morning.
Knowing that this was where the night was going to end, Victor, somehow, was able to slip the somehow-still-wrapped towel from his waist, and throw it to the floor beside him. Using the same arm, he grabbed the comforter which was thankfully still in his reach, and eased it around them, Yuuri’s breathing slowing.
Making sure both his arms were around Yuuri, he brought his lips to the top of Yuuri’s head, pressing an almost desperate kiss to his hair, repeatedly pressing more and more pecks with swarming life and love bursting in his chest.
“You really are a dork, Vitya...” Yuuri whispered breathily, a small curl to his lips as he gently turned his head, touching his lips to Victor’s collar in a lazy peck, though packed with enough affection to counteract his teasing words.
The nickname sure did wonders to his heart, though.
“Your dork.” Victor finally breathed, closing his tired eyes. Yuuri hummed.
“My dork…” he sighed, his voice barely audible. “...my Viten’ka.”