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“I’m back!”
Victor’s cheery voice rang through the apartment, Yuuri’s sleepy eyes blinking open from where he was relaxed in bed, Makkachin by his side. He shifted up on the mattress, the duvet falling from the movement to reveal his bare chest as he sluggishly reached for his phone to check the time. 07:34AM. A fond smile tugged at his lips as he affectionately rolled his eyes. He’s such an early bird… Makkachin jumped up, tail wagging aggressively as she bounded in the direction of her owner’s voice, Yuuri reluctantly slipping out of the warmth of the bed to follow leisurely behind, adorned only in his boxers.
His gaze softened when it landed on his fiancé, who was languidly shrugging off his coat, a large cardboard box balanced on his arm and a reusable shopping bag in his hand. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold, his hair windswept and fluffy, the Russian hastily bringing a hand to pass through the silver strands, golden ring glistening in the early morning sun rays piercing through the window. Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat as he admired him from the hallway. He gets more and more beautiful every time I see him…
“Vitya…”
Victor’s head turned immediately, his breathtaking blue eyes sparkling, a loving smile gracing his face as he quickly placed the box and bag down, before opening his arms. Yuuri stumbled over to him, falling into the embrace, sighing happily. “Welcome back love…”
Anyone would’ve thought they had been apart for weeks, but in actuality, it had been two hours, Victor leaving early to get some shopping and run some errands whilst Yuuri had a lie in. The latter pouted slightly.
“You should’ve woken me up. We could’ve gone together”
Victor chuckled softly, bending down to gently peck his lover’s lips. “I didn’t want to disturb you malysh, you looked so adorable all cuddled up this morning with Makka. It was hard enough tearing myself away from you…” Yuuri hummed in quiet acknowledgment, stretching up to press his lips against Victor’s once more, this time longer and slower, neither wanting to pull away. Yuuri eventually retreated with a breathless gasp, admiring the pretty pink gradually developing on Victor’s perfect cheekbones, his giddy, lovestruck smile evident.
“Missed you, Vitya…”
“Mmm, I missed you too moya lyubov’”
Warm eyes admired Yuuri’s relaxed features, before gradually dropping lower, drinking in his bare chest and stomach. Face quickly heating up, Yuuri wrapped his arms around himself, earning a frown from Victor. “My off season is showing…I think I’ve put on a bit of weight…”
Victor was quiet for a moment, his eyes tracing every curve and muscle, swallowing the lump in his throat as his head span.
“Mmm, and you wear it so well. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look Yuuri?”
An undignified noise bounced off the apartment walls as Yuuri turned impossibly redder, shaking his head shyly, his arms reluctantly dropping to his sides. Victor looked determined, tenderly taking his fiancé’s hands and wordlessly guiding him to the sofa. The Russian sat down, gently tugging Yuuri to stand in between his legs, before he was leaning forward, his lips immediately gracing Yuuri’s stomach.
Yuuri gasped at the sensation, quickly dissolving into giggles as his hands flew to Victor’s hair. Quick kisses were peppered all over his stomach and thighs, Yuuri squirming in delight whilst his coach worshiped his soft body. Nothing was missed, no stretch mark or squishy bit, every inch of his skin receiving the same love and care Victor could summon into actions. He beamed at Yuuri’s infectious laughter, increasing the speed and ferocity of his kisses, whispering small praises in Russian where he could, until both were a giggling mess.
“Ah-stop, Victor! It- haha, it tickles!”
“No it doesn’t! You’re just feeling the love, Yuuri!”
Victor continued relentlessly, showing no mercy as Yuuri giggled and gasped for air, desperately wracking his brain for a way to distract his fiancé.
“Hey…haha! V-Victor, what was in that box?”
Victor’s lips slowed to a halt, looking up at him through long lashes with a soft sigh. Feather light fingers traced his thigh, sending a shiver up Yuuri’s spine as he gasped at the feeling, neither breaking eye contact. “I need to know that you understand just how much I love you. It’s true you’ve gained a little weight during the off season, as have I” He quickly pulled Yuuri down so he was straddling him on the sofa, his bare, chubby thighs secured around Victor’s hips. Victor took Yuuri’s face in his hands, smoothing a thumb gently over his round, blushing cheeks, smiling fondly at the sight before continuing earnestly. “And I adore it. I can’t put into words just how beautiful you are, even in Russian”
He beamed when Yuuri laughed at that, melting more into the embrace, sighing in defeat. “I love you so much Vitya…thank you for making me feel so good about myself” Blue eyes began to water ever so slightly as the Russian let out a breathy laugh, burying his face into his lover’s shoulder. “Oh, I love you so so much, I would move heaven and Earth for you zolotse, I-“
“Vitya…the box”
Yuuri had to cut him off, pulling back and shooting him an amused look, knowing fully well his fiancé could ramble on for hours when he was feeling in a loving mood. Victor didn’t seem to mind, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he beamed, his hands finding their way under Yuuri’s thighs, securing him in his arms as he stood, heaving up his lover with him.
“Right! Good memory, I had forgotten! It’s the side table we ordered, it must’ve been delivered early this morning”
Yuuri hummed in acknowledgment, allowing himself to relax as he was carried effortlessly through the apartment. Previous insecurity vanishing, Yuuri sighed happily, before he felt himself shiver.
“Mmm, Vitya? Could you maybe carry me to the bedroom?”
Victor paused instantly, a hand shifting from under his thigh to his ass, cupping the soft, partially exposed flesh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Oh yeah?”
Yuuri bit back a laugh, not missing the smirk in Victor’s voice, stretching back in his arms to gently whack his chest. “Not like that…I’m cold, I need some clothes…” Victor instantly pouted, his eyes lingering hungrily on Yuuri’s soft body as the latter leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, chuckling fondly against them.
“Vitya, it’s morning, we have things to do. We can do that later…”
Victor instantly perked up at that, a shaky breath escaping him at Yuuri’s sensual tone, nodding eagerly as he made his way to the bedroom, carefully placing him down on the mattress, Makkachin jumping up to join him.
“You get dressed and I’ll make a start on that table. It shouldn’t take too long to make, and we can have some breakfast after, da?”
Earlier that morning, Yuuri would’ve likely skipped breakfast that day, his concern over calories outweighing any hunger he may have felt. But with Victor’s words still ringing in his ears he simply smiled, a soft blush coating his cheeks as he nodded eagerly. “Maybe pancakes?”
Victor’s eyes sparkled as he hummed in delight, taking Yuuri’s face in his hands and tipping forward to press a loving kiss to his forehead. “Sounds perfect, malysh…”
With that, he left, leaving Yuuri to stare longingly after him, before turning to tangle his fingers in Makkachin’s soft curls as a distraction. After a few minutes of Makka cuddles, Yuuri forced himself away, his heart twinging at the sad whine the pup let out, focusing his attention on the wardrobe. The couple shared a main wardrobe, not feeling a need to buy two separate ones, their clothes separated in dividers inside.
Sensing it would be a lazy day, Yuuri quickly plucked a pair of black joggers from his side, steadily slipping his feet in and tugging it up over his hips, a content sigh leaving him at the feeling of the plush fabric against his skin. He skimmed through his shirts, frowning slightly, his eyes darting to the side before he could stop himself. A baby blue sweatshirt hung neatly on a hanger on Victor’s side, screaming his name. After a moment of hesitation, Yuuri snatched it up, eagerly passing it over his head, melting as he was surrounded in the familiar smell of his partner, the slightly worn material making him feel warm and fuzzy as his heart swelled.
He was so in love it hurt.
Beckoning Makkachin with him, he made his way out of the bedroom to check on Victor’s progress, blinking in confusion at the Russian swears of frustration as he approached the kitchen.
“Everything okay in here…?”
Victor was stood in the kitchen, cardboard box still sealed and resting on the counter, hands tugging aimlessly at the seals. He looked irritated, as if he’d been struggling for a while. He looked up, any anger immediately dissipating as his cheeks flushed.
“Oh zolotse, I see you found my side of the wardrobe this morning~”
Box instantly abandoned, Victor made his way to his fiancé, wrapping his arms around him, pulling their bodies flush together. Yuuri nodded shyly, blinking up at Victor through his lashes, the action causing Victor’s breath to stutter in his throat.
“It just looked really comfy, is that alright?”
Victor laughed, the melodic sound ringing through the apartment. “Oh it’s more than alright moya lyubov’, you look so adorable in my clothes!” Yuuri beamed at the praise, his confidence rising as he nuzzled into Victor’s neck, breathing him in, melting into the embrace.
“Love you, Vitya…”
“I love you too Yura, so so much”
“Mmm, Vitya?”
“Yes, my love?”
“How come that side table isn’t built yet?”
Victor stiffened in the embrace, avoiding Yuuri’s gaze as the latter leant back, eyeing him in amusement, smiling teasingly.
“Well, um…I kind of went to watch you get dressed-“
“Victor!”
“But I saw you cuddling with Makkachin so I sneakily took some pictures. Then I felt bad so left to respect your privacy. I made you some tea too…”
Yuuri eyed him for a moment, Victor holding his breath. It was no secret that the Russian could be a little forward, often very expressive in regards to body positivity, embracing nudity whenever it was appropriate. Granted, he would always respect Yuuri’s boundaries, knowing when to encourage him and when to leave him be. That being said, he did have his weak days where he just couldn’t help himself.
Yuuri’s resolve eventually broke, his gaze softening at Victor’s guilty expression, stretching up on his tip toes to quickly peck his lovers nose, smirking slightly as he watched pale cheekbones quickly redden.
“Are the pictures cute?”
“So cute, love. They’re already all over my phone wallpaper. And Instagram”
Yuuri sighed wearily, a smile tugging at him lips regardless, wordlessly taking his hand and guiding him back to the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the stools whilst Victor stood in front of the box once more. “Thank you for the tea. I slept so badly last night, I need it to wake me up…”
Humming in sympathy, Victor rolled up the sleeves of his cream sweater, adjusting the box on the counter. He began to pick at the stubborn tape with his nails, and Yuuri gasped as he felt a familiar sensation fun down his spine.
Victor didn’t notice when Yuuri began to squirm where he was sat, too absorbed in the task at hand, breaking into the box seeming far more difficult than expected.
“This is really packaged well. Pass me the scissors from the drawer, love?”
“No”
Yuuri’s eyes shot open from where they had previously fluttered shut, a hand flying to his mouth, taken aback by his own words. Victor blinked incredulously, a flash of hurt in his eyes.
“Wait…I don’t-I mean-“
“Is this because I tried watching you get dressed? I’m sorry Yuuri, I know that was an invasion of your privacy, I just really love seeing your body and-“
“No! That’s not…that’s not it…”
His face was on fire, guilt swirling in his stomach at Victor confused, sad expression. He swallowed his pride, taking a deep breath and fiddling with the baggy sleeves of his borrowed sweatshirt.
“It…it sounds good…”
Victor stared silently, shock and disbelief passing over his features, before a teasing grin slowly began to stretch out on his face.
“Sorry zolotse, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you~”
Yuuri shot him a death stare, his face red and flustered, mumbling once more. Victor giggled happily to himself, pushing the box aside and leaning forward on his elbows on the counter, his face inches from Yuuri’s.
“One more time for me, love”
“Vitya”
Victor’s fond laughed tore through Yuuri’s death stare as an embarrassed smile graced his face, quickly hiding it with his hands. Victor’s gentle fingers tugged at his wrists, slowly pulling his hands back down, placing a soft kiss on pouty pink lips.
“That’s quite the compliment, love. Maybe I should start an ASMR channel if I’m that good at it”
Yuuri’s frown deepened, drawing an amused scoff from Victor, his fiancé looking more and more offended as each second passed, possessiveness glowing in his deep brown eyes.
“Mmm no. Just for me, Vitya. I want to be the only one who gets to hear you like that”
An unexplained warmth spread through Victor at that, tingling across his skin and squeezing his heart in just the right way.
“Alright, only you solnyshko. You’re the only person I want to do that to anyway…”
They smiled at one another, tired and lovingly. They were both equally as possessive as one another, their bond indescribable, understanding each other in a way no one else could. Their relationship was beautiful complex, unique only to them, built on a healthy foundation of love and mutual respect. Before they met, life was more difficult than either cared to admit, and both held the silent understanding that their future, like their very being, was now one.
Wordlessly, Yuuri reached into the kitchen drawer, plucking out a pair of silver scissors and carefully handing them to Victor, handle first. Victor took them, smiling gratefully, before turning his attention back to the box. He paused, his hand hovering over it reluctantly, hesitant eyes shooting up to his fiancé, who was watching with a confused expression, tea still in hand.
A soft sound of surprise left Yuuri as he watched Victor set the scissors down on the counter, his hands returning to the box, slender fingers gently tapping over the cardboard. Blue eyes affectionately watched for Yuuri’s reaction, a knowing smile on the Russian’s face.
“Close your eyes, solnyshko”
“Vitya?”
Yuuri blushed in embarrassment at the way his voice broke, already overwhelmed by Victor’s ministrations, watching in delight and the pleasant tingling feeling spread across his back, swallowing every nerve ending as Victor scratched his nails so perfectly against the tape on the box. His movements gradually slowed to a halt, eliciting a small whine of annoyance from his lover.
“Yuuri, you said you were tired this morning. How much sleep do you think you got last night?”
Yuuri thought hard, forcing his sluggish memory to think back, the difficulty of the simple task rather telling as to just how tired he was.
“Mmm, three, maybe four hours?”
Victor frowned, his eyes glowing with disapproval, quickly rising to his feet and making his way to Yuuri. Without a word, he scooped him up, strong arms wrapped around his waist, hefting him up over his shoulder, ignoring the shocked squawks of protest he got in return.
“Shhh, grab the box from the counter for me Yura? We’re going back to bed”
Yuuri didn’t even argue, blood pounding in his ears in impending excitement. It didn’t matter that Victor had been doing ASMR for him for months now, every time was just as thrilling and relaxing as the first. He eagerly reached for the box, keeping still as Victor readjusted him, taking on the weight of both Yuuri and the concealed side table, strong arms transporting the pair to their bedroom.
With all the care in the world, Victor delicately placed Yuuri down on the bed, speedily joining him under the covers, opening his arms wide for Yuuri to snuggle up close. Makkachin joined her owners, curling up at Yuuri’s free side, the latter beaming at the slight and gently scratching her behind the ears. With help from Yuuri, Victor manoeuvred the box onto his lap, protective eyes quickly scanning over his fiancé to ensure he was comfortable enough, smiling fondly at the realisation that his soft brown eyes were already beginning to flutter shut.
“Yeah, that’s right. Just close your eyes Yuuri, relax for me”
A long, slow sigh passed his lips as he slumped against his coach, sleep tugging at him eyelids, finally succumbing to just how exhausted his body felt. He practically purred when Victor’s expert fingers returned to the box, picking quietly at the tape, slowly peeling it off and reapplying it to repeat the sound, Yuuri shivering in pleasure next to him.
After a few minutes of slow tapping on the cardboard, as quietly as he could, Victor finally opened up the box, humming softly in delight at what he saw, immediately knowing Yuuri would react well to it. He reached into the box, pulling out a sheet of bubble wrap, scrunching the material in his hands, the plastic crinkling perfectly in his palms. Yuuri gasped in surprise at the sound, eyes wincing opened to look at what his partner was holding. Victor tutted teasingly, the noise of his tongue sending a bolt of relaxed pleasure up Yuuri’s spine.
“Yuuri, eyes shut please…”
The command wasn’t too hard to follow as he fought to stay awake, Victor’s actions working wonders at lulling him into a peaceful state. Careful fingers began to pop the plastic, starting off with individual bubbles, before quickly moving on, taking several in his hands and crushing them in his fist, creating fireworks of relaxing stimulation. In reality, the action was rather therapeutic for Victor, the Russian previously forgetting the simple joys that came from playing with bubble wrap.
The soft snores came sooner than Victor was expecting, as he quickly paused his fingers from bursting another bubble, not wanting to disturb his fiancé. As quietly as he could, Victor carefully move the box to the floor, flicking off the lamp and shifting further under the covers, wrapping his arms around Yuuri and drawing him into his chest. A sleepy mumble left his lips but nothing more, staying sound asleep whist Victor gently carded his fingers through his hair, pressing a feather light kiss to the crown of his head and he himself gradually began to succumb to sleep.
It didn’t matter that it was eight in the morning. It didn’t matter that the sun was shining outside, beckoning them to go out and be productive. It didn’t matter that Victor had planned to go for a run in half an hours time.
It didn’t matter, because in that moment, there was nowhere Victor would rather be.