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Victor liked to think that he could read Yuuri fairly well.
Granted, it had definitely taken some trial and error. Months of coaching and competitions, miscommunication and make ups, eventually resulting in Victor being able to spot slightly laboured breathing, or nervous darting eyes.
But just because Victor could recognise when Yuuri was overwhelmed, didn’t mean he knew how to handle it.
He still felt sick thinking about the incident in the parking lot back at the Cup of China.
He felt that same sick feeling now, glancing every ten seconds at Yuuri from the kitchen, who was curled in on himself on their sofa, mindlessly stroking Makkachin. Anyone else would probably assume that he was just relaxing, maybe a little tired. But not Victor.
Victor could distinguish the sadness in his eyes, the tired slump of his shoulders. The way his bottom lip would tremble every few shaking breaths he took.
Heart twinging, he picked up two cups of tea and made his way to join him on the sofa, smiling gently as he placed them down on the coffee table. Yuuri attempted to smile back, whispering a small ‘thank you’, voice hoarse.
Watching his Yuuri suffer silently was unbearable, and shortly after being seated himself, Victor decided to do something about it.
“Talk to me, moya lyubov’”
Yuuri jumped, a guilty expression flashing on his face, before it was quickly masked with a shaky smile, dipping his head to avoid his fiancé’s gaze.
“W-What did you want to talk about?”
Victor leaned closer, reaching up to brush Yuuri’s hair off of his forehead.
“How about what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
Yuuri’s smile fell, expression cracking as a shaky sigh escaped him, tears quickly falling from his glossy eyes. Victor pulled him in immediately, wrapping protective arms around him as he sobbed into his shoulder.
They stayed like this for a few minutes, Victor making gentle shushing noises and rubbing his back whilst he reluctantly calmed down. He sighed once more, pulling back slightly to harshly rub at his eyes.
“Sorry…I don’t know what came over me…”
“Shhh, it’s alright love, are you feeling a little better now?”
Yuuri nodded stiffly, and Victor immediately knew he was lying. Yuuri laughed weakly at Victor’s disapproving expression.
“That wasn’t very convincing was it?” Victor shook his head, smiling fondly. He reached down, gently taking Yuuri’s hands into his own, silently begging him to continue. “Nothing’s wrong, really, I’m just feeling a little insecure today…”
Victor hummed gently, moving his hands away to take Yuuri’s cup of tea, carefully handing it over so he could take a sip. Victor’s gut instinct was to shower Yuuri with endless compliments, affirming the fact that he wasn’t anything less than perfection. But he knew his Yuuri well enough to know that this wouldn’t help. That this would likely overwhelm him, or perhaps come across an insincere. So instead he forced his mouth shut and continued to listen.
Taking a small sip of tea and smiling his gratitude, he continued on. “I don’t really know what caused it…I’m just not feeling very good about myself today. I feel like you deserve better-“
“Okay no, absolutely not. I will not listen to this!”
Throwing the ‘quietly listening and encouraging’ approach out the window, he set the cup of tea down, scooping up Yuuri and hefting him into an over-the-shoulder carry, ignoring the noises of protest and the confused barks from Makkachin, heading for their bedroom.
“Victor!? What are you doing?! Put me down, I’m too heavy!”
“Nonsense malysh! I can carry you easy! Remember our pair skate, I was lifting you all the time in that!”
“I’ve put on a bit of weight since then! Ah-!”
Yuuri gasped, cutting himself off when he felt a firm spank to his behind.
“You say that like it’s such a bad thing. I love your off season body, it’s so soft and cute!” He reached his hand up to gently rub the previously spanked area, dropping his voice to a sensual whisper. “Not to mention incredibly sexy~”
The noise Yuuri made was downright embarrassing, covering his reddening face with his hands, despite the fact it was hidden from Victor in his current position.
They made it into their shared bedroom, Victor placing Yuuri down on the bed, moving to close the curtains, before joining him under the covers. Makkachin joined, curling up on herself near the foot of the bed.
Victor slid his shirt off, glancing at Yuuri and silently encouraging him to do the same. With a sigh, he complied, dropping his shirt on the floor next to the bed. Victor let out a low whistle of appreciation, resulting in a blushing Yuuri covering himself shyly with his hands.
“W-What are we doing, Victor? If it’s what I think it is, then I’m not sure I’m in the mood…”
Victor shook his head furiously, gently pulling Yuuri to rest against his chest. The skin to skin contact set his skin alight, electric pulsing through him at the sensation. It didn’t matter how long they had been together, how many times they had touched each other, the feeling would never get old to Yuuri.
Victor’s lips brushed the shell of his ear, voice dropping to a whisper, catching Yuuri off guard. “I was doing some research and came across something new. I think it will help if you’d like to try?”
Yuuri’s eyes widened in curiosity, a soft smile making its way onto his face. “Is this an ASMR thing?” His smile widened as he watched Victor nod quickly in excitement, confirming his suspicions.
“It is! I’m afraid this can’t be done in Russian though. I’m sorry, Yuuri, I know it’s your favourite after all~”
Yuuri sighed in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes is exasperation. “I really regret telling you that…”
Victor smirked, leaning impossibly closer. “Нет, ты не…” (No, you don’t)
Yuuri’s shiver of pleasure betrayed him, as he simply scowled fondly, avoiding eye contact as his cheeks heated up. Victor hummed happily, silently celebrating the mini victory.
“Are you ready to begin, Yuuri~?” He drawled out his name slowly, peppering his neck in gentle kisses. Yuuri nodded, trying his best to hide his excitement and anticipation. He still struggled to believe that Victor was happy to do this for him. He remembered feeling mortified when the Russian first found out, he swore he’d never show his face to him again, however things couldn’t have worked out better.
Victor took one of Yuuri’s hands in his own, gently stroking patterns onto the open palm. “You are so, so loved, Yuuri”
Yuuri blinked his eyes open in surprise. That…wasn’t what he was expecting. Victor ignored his obvious surprise, continuing to gently massage his hands. “So many people look up to you and admire you”
Victor’s hands left his own, moving up to rest on his chest. He tendering traced the shape of a heart over his heartbeat as he spoke.
“ I look up to you and admire you everyday”
A gasp escaped Yuuri’s mouth without realising. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sensing his disbelief, Victor chose to repeat that affirmation in particular, switching from a whisper to a soft-spoken tone.
“I look up to you and admire you everyday, Yuuri”
Yuuri felt his eyes begin to water, feeling overwhelmed by the compliments in the best possible way. Victor noticed, leaning to press a loving kiss to his cheek, right under his eye.
“You work so hard, and I’m so proud of you”
Victor shifted them both so Yuuri was lying on his back, Victor hovering by his side. Looking down at his lover, he pulled the covers back slightly to expose his bare chest and stomach. He ran a hand down his front, smiling fondly, before bending his head down to press a flurry to kisses to the bare skin.
“You look unbelievably sexy on a stripper pole~”
Yuuri’s eyes opened slowly, shooting his lover an unamused stare, before pinching his side, causing the latter to gasp and jolt.
“I was just speaking the truth, Yuuri!” He whisper yelled as his fiancé snickered at his reaction, shaking his head affectionately and slowly closing his eyes once more. Victor returned his previous ministrations, now bringing a hand up to softly stroke his thighs whilst he continued to kiss his chest and stomach.
“You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on”
With his head so close, he could heard the way his fiancé’s heart rate sped up at his words. He continued to whisper praise in between kisses, relishing is every little gasp or shiver of pleasure Yuuri let out.
“You’re so perfect Yuuri, I can’t bare to take my eyes off of your beauty”
“You have such a good heart, you make me feel so loved and happy”
“ I am so incredibly lucky to call you mine ”
Victor was pulled up sharply into a passionate kiss. He gasped in surprise, before quickly returning the gesture, leaning his body into Yuuri’s, their chests resting together, hearts beating as one. When he pulled back for air, he was met with soft brown eyes deep with emotion. Victor smiled weakly, his gaze giddy and lovestruck.
“I’m guessing you’re not feeling sleepy…”
Yuuri laughed warmly and shook his head.
“It was very relaxing, but I was afraid to fall asleep in case I missed anything…” He pulled Victor closer to him, pressing a kiss to his ear, voice dropping low and quiet.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Vitya. I cannot express how lucky I am to share my life with you… ”
Victor relaxed into Yuuri, sighing shakily and closing his eyes. He never ceased to surprise him.
“Sorry I wasn’t able to make you fall asleep…” Victor was proud to admit that he picked up ASMR very quickly, and as of now, he had never failed at lulling Yuuri to sleep. He felt Yuuri bring a hand to his hair, gently stroking and massaging his scalp, softly tugging the strands to force Victor to look at him.
“ASMR doesn’t just help people sleep. It can also help to calm people down and help them relax. And you absolutely did that just now. I feel so much better, thank you so much あなた”
Victor sighed in relief, holding Yuuri tighter, stroking his back up and down as he listened to his breathing slow down, a soft snore eventually escaping his mouth.
Victor couldn’t fall asleep quite as quickly, a single realisation plaguing his mind.
He really, really liked it when Yuuri whispered in Japanese…