mixingbowl | Come on and take my breath away

[Affection floods through him instantly. How is he supposed to resist smiling back when Victor's looking this happy? So, he doesn't--his own smile is warmer and more open than he's ever allowed it to be before, like he isn't trying to hide from Victor any longer.

Content to stay right where he is at the moment, Yuuri lets his forehead rest against Victor's, occasionally dipping forward to steal another fleeting kiss.]

[That smile, he could look at that smile for decades and not grow sick of it, he's sure. So warm and unburdened, like for once Yuuri was forgetting his troubles and really enjoying himself. Victor wants to give Yuuri moments like these over and over--

He'll catch Yuuri in one of the fleeting kisses, pushing against it flopping the man backwards onto the bed with a playful grin. Before he can say anything, there's a voice to cut through the blissful moment. Yuuri's sister, luckily down the hallway, calling for her brother to help with something. Annoying, but at least it wasn't during... Victor asks, hushed]

Should you go?

[He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut when he hears his sister calling for him. He really, really doesn't want to move, not when he's so comfortable lying here like this. Reluctantly, Yuuri starts scooting toward the edge of the bed.] Hold on.

[Once he's padded across the room, Yuuri slides Victor's door open a fraction to call something back to Mari. Then he'll close and lock the door again, turning back toward Victor.] I told her I'd do it later. [It's then that he realizes he maybe should've asked first before assuming things. Yuuri shifts nervously on his feet, staring down at the floor.] ...can I stay?

[Victor watches Yuuri get up, assuming he'd be throwing his clothes on to scamper away. He's quite surprised to see that's not the case. Victor turns to sit up on the bed, long, toned legs sticking out toward Yuuri, overlapped at the knee so one was slightly more lifted. He's leaning back on his hands, popping one shoulder to give a cute wink at Yuuri]

As long as you wish.

[The bright smile returns immediately, and Yuuri lifts a hand to run through his hair on habit. He stops before he can, though, realizing that his hand is actually still sticky. Making a face, Yuuri pads hopefully to the bedside table.]

Tissues? [He asks, tilting his head back toward Victor.]

[He does have a tissue box by the bedside, but he can't help but consider the more fun alternative. Which is, of course, to lick his own fingers clean for Yuuri to watch.]

I'm fine.

[Yuuri watches him with wide eyes, clean hand pressed over his mouth. It really isn't fair how Victor pulls off things like this so effortlessly.]

Now you're just teasing... [He exhales finally, grabbing a few tissues from the box to clean off his hand. He'd thought briefly about mimicking Victor but... nah, maybe next time. Gingerly, Yuuri joins Victor back on the bed, inching closer. Though the warm, content feeling had worn off for the most part, he's still craving the closeness they'd had before Mari interrupted.]

Not teasing with anything you couldn't have. [he'll put his mouth all over you, Yuuri, you just let him... For now, he's laid back down, curling into Yuuri on his bed casually.]

[Yuuri turns onto his side so he's facing Victor, his heart suddenly hammering.]

So.. that thing you said earlier, about the cards... [Despite everything, it's still a little difficult for him to vocalize his wants. He's working on it, though.] I--I wouldn't mind giving you more of them. [He says quietly, in a rush before he promptly buries his face in the pillow to hide.]

[The statement is a bold step toward improving on that whole vocalizing thing, Victor's honestly quite impressed. At the beginning of the day Yuuri hadn't even wanted to talk about his masturbation habits, let alone all this. Victor wants to draw him out more and more, he's pretty good at meeting Yuuri where he needed to be met. He'll reach out and rub a hand up and down Yuuri's back, leaning in to ask quietly]

Did you have any in mind?

[He sighs, arching into that touch slightly before he shakes his head and finally lifts it from the pillow. His face is still flushed with heat.]

No...not yet. Um, I'll have to think about it first. [A second of hesitation before he continues haltingly.] I just know I want it to be with you.

Fantasize all you like about me, how exciting! [Victor is so genuinely pleased be the object of desire, here]

[Even Yuuri can't miss how happy Victor seems to be.] You really, actually like this.

[It actually seems to stick with him this time. Still contemplative, Yuuri flops back down onto his side, pauses, then curls up right into Victor's space, pressed flush against him.]

[that's a pretty odd thing to hear back to himself, he felt like he'd been so obvious! So forthright! The fact that Yuuri had so many doubts was still baffling him...]

I don't waste time on what I dislike!

I know. [Yuuri sighs, turning his face against Victor's shoulder. It's a little easier to admit this when he can't see Victor's expression.] It just... takes a while for it to sink in for me sometimes.

[His sense of self esteem has always been a point of exasperation for those around him. Phichit, Minako, Yuuko, and his family--they've all had to deal with it at some point.]

I can be patient, while you get used to the idea. [Victor assumed this is Yuuri's way of taking it slow and he's fine with that. The younger man will get a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose]

[He wrinkles his nose playfully at the kiss, not expecting it. Then he returns it with a gentle, barely there brush of his lips against Victor's.]

Thank you. [His words are quiet, filled with gratitude. He'd gone into this thinking he would just be improving his skating, but Yuuri's positive that no one else would have been as patient as Victor was the whole time--and still is now.] That's...all I need from you.

I want to give more to you. More than you need.

[He blushes, pulling back just enough to look at Victor.]

You don't have to do that for me. You've given me a lot already.

I don't have to, but I want to. Simple as that. [dripping with sincerity]

[For a moment, all he can do is watch Victor, wide eyed. Then, his lips curl into a warm smile.]

Okay. [Yuuri's hand brushes against Victor's shyly.] But you have to tell me when you want something, too.

I want you to win a gold medal!

[Yuuri shakes his head--as well as he can while curled up on his side, at least.] I already know you want me to win the Grand Prix Final.

I mean... anything else.

[Victor will turn over at that, difficult to tell right away if he's pouting or not. It's pretty clear what he wants once he scoots back against Yuuri's front, grinning over his shoulder.]

I would like to be little spoon, then!

[The puzzled look he'd adopted as Victor turned away immediately melts into an answering smile. Cute, he thinks. He can't help but find Victor's enthusiasm for things like this incredibly endearing, though he wouldn't have expected it before Victor showed up in Hasetsu and turned his life upside down.] Okay, let me just...

[Shifting, Yuuri drapes his arm over Victor's waist, hand splayed warmly over his midsection. His forehead rests against Victor's nape.] Comfortable?

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