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Viktor was a grown man. It should've been embarrassing he was acting like this.
Frantically checking Twitter, live streams and news outlets for news about the skating. Returning to petting Makka every five seconds just to reassure himself his dog was still with him. Pacing around Yuuri's house like a waifish Edwardian woman whose husband was lost at war.
His dog's health scare coupled with the fact he had now been separated from his Yuuri for 15 whole hours, the longest it had been since April, was wreaking havoc on his nerves. After a tearful phone call as soon as he'd landed the previous evening, then a near-sleepless night, Viktor had Googled the definition of separation anxiety. Upon finding out it was something typically seen in children, rather than 27-year-olds, he'd slammed his laptop shut. He hoped his hair loss wouldn't get worse as a result of all this stress.
The time zones made it so that Yuuri was performing his free program at one in the morning, Japan time, which gave Viktor one whole day to stew in worry. Guilt ate away at him as well. He had faith in Yuuri, he always would. Then why was he so nervous?
Time ticked by agonisingly slowly that day. He fed Makka some of the meds he needed post-surgery. He took a bath in the onsen, but the heat only made him more on edge. Going for a run let out some of the nervous energy, but it still couldn't combat the sense of lack that hung over him like a cloud. It was like those long, lonely months after the 2015 banquet when he'd gotten a small, tantalising taste of the magic of Katsuki Yuuri. But this time, it was only for two days. Viktor was being pathetic; he could survive this.
He needed to down a whole bottle of wine. Or see a therapist. Or both.
"Still gazing, longing, out the window, waiting for him to return?" Mari was smoking outside when he returned from his run, bundled up against the November chill.
Viktor caught his breath for a moment. "There are no windows. We're outside."
"Metaphorical windows, then."
He frowned at her, ignoring her jab as he removed his shoes at the door. Mari only chuckled in response, stamping out her cigarette and retreating indoors with him.
Each second of that afternoon and evening seemed slower than the last. As Viktor got more wound up, time seemed to become more lethargic in response. At last, Minako and Mari took over the TV in the main room of the inn, much to the chagrin of the Katsuki's patrons. The free stake was just starting at 11 PM.
Viktor was raw nerves watching Yuuri skate, something he was completely unused to. Usually, it was he who was the calm and collected one. God knows Yuuri needed that. However, now that he was away from the press and the scrutiny he'd be under as coach, sickening, ugly anxiety curled tight in his gut as he watched Yuuri take to the ice.
The quality of the live stream was truly abysmal. He could barely see Yuuri's familiar face in the mosaic of pixels. "Minako, is there anywhere else we can watch the stream?"
"This is the only official stream!" Minako said. "It's not my fault male figure staking doesn't get priority on TV!"
Viktor groaned, digging his nails into his palm. Though the frame rate and pixilation made it difficult to tell, Viktor was certain Yuuri had pulled off a solid routine. He still couldn't help but feel it would've been just that bit tighter and stronger if he'd been there, in the room with him, supporting him. Still, Yuuri would know Viktor couldn't take his eyes off him, over 7000 kilometres away.
"That was...that was good, yes?" Hiroko said, breathless when Yuuri staked off the ice to sit alone at the kiss and cry. Viktor's chest ached at the sight of him. Yuuri had an elegant, slight build when he was in perfect shape. Sitting alone like that made him seem even smaller. Viktor wanted to scoop him up, cradle him and never let go.
"Yes, that was good." Viktor's voice was stiff as the scores were read aloud. Some of the previous day's tension was released when Yuuri qualified for the final, and a glowing ember of pride warmed Viktor's chest.
He did it, he was in the final the second year in a row. Now, Viktor was going to lead him to gold.
But first, they were in need of a reunion. Addressing his own codependency issues, Viktor decided, could wait.
***
Holding Yuuri in his arms again was like a gulp of fresh air after being held under smothering waves.
Be my coach until I retire. Yuuri had begged that of him like it was some great ask of Viktor.
I hope you never retire. Viktor wanted to be by his side, always. Two days apart had only confirmed it; he didn't want to know who he was without Yuuri.
It was basically a marriage proposal. If Viktor had a ring with him, maybe it would've become one.
He buried his face in Yuuri's neck. The stale, sweaty smell that came out of sitting in an aeroplane for hours clung to Yuuri, and Viktor should've found it unpleasant. There was probably some primal, mammalian reason why just the scent of Yuuri's body was like a weighted blanket draped across him.
Viktor didn't know how long they stood there, clinging to each other, swaying a little on the spot, heedless of who could see them. No doubt, pictures of this interaction would be surfacing on Twitter tomorrow morning. Viktor didn't have it in him to care.
Yuuri pressed a flurry of kisses into the slope of Viktor's jaw, cupping his face with one hand. "Come on, let's go get my bags so we can go home."
"And get in the onsen?"
Yuuri raised an eyebrow, releasing Viktor from his embrace only to immediately grasp his hand. "Are you flirting with me, Viktor Nikiforov?"
"That depends," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble as he led Yuuri to baggage claim. "Is it working?"
"Very effectively. I might even be falling for you." He smiled, his eyes tired after the long flight, but no less affectionate for it.
"Good, because the feeling is mutual." Viktor dropped a quick kiss on the crown of Yuuri's head. They were still in public, and as much as Viktor wanted to slam Yuuri up against the nearest wall and stick his tongue down his throat, such things were generally seen as kind of trashy when there were hundreds of other people around. Viktor had standards.
However, his patience started to wear thin when it became clear that during their tearful reunion, Yuuri's bags had gone missing. Yuuri, exhausted from travel and skating, was near inconsolable with guilt.
"I'm so sorry, I must've left them on the other side of the gate, I just wanted to get to you again..." Yuuri whined, burying his face in Viktor's chest.
Viktor carded his fingers through Yuuri's hair. "That's alright, these things happen. We'll talk to someone and get them back."
The whole process took longer than Viktor was prepared for, made all the more difficult by the fact that Yuuri was the one doing all the talking, and he was exhausted and on the verge of a panic attack. All Viktor could do in an effort to keep him calm was cling to his hand, never wavering.
Eventually, they retrieved the bags that contained the ever-important Eros and Yuuri on Ice costumes and piled them into a taxi. Viktor pulled Yuuri towards him in the back seat, buckling him into the middle so they could be closer.
"This can't be safe," Yuuri chuckled, leaning against Viktor and pressing his face against the swell of his neck.
"Big deal." Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri's hips, the only thing stopping him from pulling Yuuri right onto his lap being the safety belt. The taxi pulled away from Haesetsu's small airport, a light drizzle misting the cold air outside. As the car rumbled along the damp, twilit streets, Viktor and Yuuri pressed slow, small kisses against each other's necks and cheeks. They eventually reached Yuu-topia, and Viktor tipped the taxi driver generously for putting up with them.
Getting inside, Yuuri yelled out a tired 'Taidama', before dumping his bags in his room. Then, he all but dragged Viktor out to the onsen.
It was empty at this time of night, even in the steam room. As soon as the door shut behind them, their hands were on one another. Yuuri all but flung himself at Viktor, crashing their lips together, wrapping his arms around Viktor's shoulders. The taste of his lips was water in a desert. Holy water, at that. His kiss was an act of worship.
Viktor moaned shamelessly, weak at the knees as he kissed him madly, all tongues and desperation. "Missed you...missed you so much."
"Viktor..." Yuuri breathed against Viktor's jaw, his words warming his skin.
"It felt like forever," Viktor moaned as Yuuri nipped and kissed along his neck. By now, he was already half-hard in his trousers, so deeply desperate for Yuuri there was no room for shame.
"Two days-" Yuuri began with an affectionate laugh, before Viktor's mouth was on his again. He felt alive with the heady taste of Yuuri's breath replacing his own.
"Please," Viktor whined, needy. "Onsen, now."
Yuuri pulled back to smooth Viktor's hair behind his ears. Viktor bit back the grumble that Yuuri was too far away now because at least he got to properly drink in the sight of his features.
"Okay, but we can't have sex in the onsen." Yuuri held his bottom lip between his teeth, laughter pulling at the edges of his mouth.
Viktor did grumble at this, leaning forward to press his forehead against Yuuri's. "Really?"
"Yes, really, Mari would kill me. And that would be a really embarrassing way to die."
He couldn't help but laugh gently in response, swaying Yuuri from side to side where they stood. "Okay, fine. We can at least have some great foreplay, hm?"
"Can't argue with that." Yuuri smiled, beginning to pull at Viktor's clothes. They stripped down hastily, desperate, fluttering hands exploring each inch of the other's newly exposed skin. They washed each other down in preparation for the onsen and Viktor couldn't help but notice a few new bruises littering Yuuri's hips and thighs. Not the ones he'd made with his own mouth, but large purple clouds on his soft skin.
"Did you take a fall?" Viktor murmured, putting the washcloth aside, running his fingers across Yuuri's leg, careful not to press down too hard. Yuuri winced a little, nodding.
Viktor said nothing, but dropped to his knees, and placed a slow, reverent kiss upon the bruise. He curled his fingers around Yuuri's shaking knees, staring up at him through his lashes. Yuuri's chest rose and fell with shaky breaths and his already hard cock gave a twitch, only inches from Viktor's face. It said a lot about Viktor's self-control that he was able to get back to his feet and complete their respective sponge baths.
Finally, they were stumbling outside, clinging to each other as close as possible, biting and sucking at each other's lips. They all but fell into the onsen, and Viktor dragged Yuuri into his lap, hugging him to his chest and burying his face in the meat of his shoulder.
Twin sighs of contentment left their lips as the warm water enveloped them, making their embrace even more intimate.
"God, I needed this," Yuuri sighed, snuggling closer. Viktor danced his fingers up and down his spine, gentle and light.
Viktor chuckled, kissing up the length of Yuuri's neck. "Me, or the onsen?"
"Both," Yuuri said, before pulling him into a deep, slow kiss. The night air was quiet and damp, broken only by the soft sounds of their lips moving and the trickle of the onsen's water feature. Yuuri had a knee on either side of Viktor's thighs so that their chests were as close as they possibly could be. Viktor could feel the swell of Yuuri's erection brushing his own and had to fight the urge to grind up in time with Yuuri's kisses.
Yuuri dropped his lips to mouth at Viktor's neck, gripping his shoulders even harder. The gesture tugged at Viktor's heart. When Yuuri held him like that, like he'd disappear if he let go, he truly knew what it was to be treasured.
Their slow, lazy kisses became steadily more heated and Viktor's arms around Yuuri tightened. He hadn't felt like himself in those two days they'd been apart. It should've scared him; how desperate and clingy he was, but it didn't. His feelings for Yuuri ate him up, consumed him, unravelled him, and Yuuri never made him feel strange for the intensity of them.
"I love you so much," Viktor whispered against Yuuri's lips. "I think I went a little crazy while you weren't here."
"Same," Yuuri said, breath shuddering. "The bed was so cold and lonely."
"I thought you'd love not sleeping with a blanket hog?"
Yuuri smiled, leaning back to push Viktor's hair off his face. "I even missed that."
"I even missed your weird sleeptalking," Viktor replied.
"I missed your snoring. No, wait, that's a lie."
Viktor laughed, throwing his head back. Yuuri took the opportunity to return to his task of kissing away the beads of water on Viktor's skin, sucking none too gently as he went.
"Oh, Yuuri," he purred, the arm around Yuuri's waist tightening. Almost without meaning to, he bucked his hips up, drawing a high gasp from Yuuri that fell right against his ear.
"V-Viktor! No sex in the onsen, remember?"
Viktor grumbled but obliged, and instead put his energy into mouthing and sucking at Yuuri's collarbones. Beads of water and sweat lay on his skin like tiny pearls. He kissed his way up Yuuri's throat to his mouth again, parting his lips, their kisses becoming messier by the second. Their tongues danced and twisted as they kissed with open-mouthed fervour, lapping up each other's groans of pleasure. They broke apart with a string of saliva connecting their tongues. The sight of Yuuri, hair messy, pupils dilated, face flushed, and mouth wet and swollen was so perfectly pornographic it made Viktor lightheaded.
"Yuuri, my darling, let's go-" Viktor began, trying not to make it too obvious he was begging.
A smirk tugged at Yuuri's mouth. This couldn't be good. Viktor didn't know what he could be planning but he was sure it was going to drive him insane in all the best and worst ways possible.
"I'm not ready to go inside yet, Vitya." Yuuri smiled, running his hands up and down Viktor's arms. Goddamn it, why had he ever taught him that nickname? How was he supposed to refuse anything when Yuuri asked like that?
Yuuri's mouth dropped to his jaw, where he began to place a slow line of kisses. "Mm, you're so warm, my Vitya..." He shifted his hips forward a little and Viktor had to squeeze his eyes shut against the shock of pleasure the movement sent through his body. Yuuri was just as worked up as he was, he could feel it pretty easily. How was he still this dignified?
"Vitya, my love, I've had a long flight and a lot of skating...I'm sore." Yuuri kissed along his hairline, down to his temples. "Give me a massage?"
Viktor breathed out, smiling. While Yuuri was asking partly with the intention of teasing him, it was a request Viktor was more than happy to fulfil. It was the least he could do for Yuuri, who had worked so hard for so long. Judging by those bruises he'd seen earlier, Yuuri would be feeling rather tender right now.
"I'd love to," Viktor said, cupping Yuuri's face in his palms and planting a kiss on his mouth. He smiled fondly, tracing the swooping lines of Yuuri's cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. "You'll have to get out of my lap, though. As much as I hate to ask that of you."
Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor's brow, before unlatching himself and sliding onto the seat next to him.
"Turn away from me," Viktor instructed. Yuuri did as he was told, the water shifting gently around him. Leaning forward, Viktor pressed a kiss into the vulnerable skin at the nape of Yuuri's neck, shuffling closer to him and letting his fingertips dance across the soft planes of his back.
He gazed at Yuuri's body, simply entranced. He mapped the tiny freckles and moles that left constellations across his skin, watched as his shoulderblades shifted slightly as he breathed. Was that something that happened when you fell properly in love? Aspects of the human body that should seem mundane; freckles and goosebumps and veins and tendons and fucking shoulderblades became little works of art in each their own right?
"Hello, Earth to Viktor?" Yuuri's laughed.
"Here," Viktor murmured, walking his fingers up Yuuri's spine. "Just...lost in thought."
"Unfamiliar territory, makes sense."
Viktor tucked his face into Yuuri's shoulder, smiling. "Stop being mean or I won't give you a massage."
"You're not doing that in the first...place..." Yuuri's words quietened on his lips as Viktor wrapped his arms around his middle. They breathed in tandem for a few moments.
"What were you thinking about?" Yuuri asked, voice gentle and earnest.
Viktor kissed his skin. "I...I'm not sure how to put it. It just shocks me, sometimes. You. How I feel about you. I didn't think I'd ever really experience this."
Yuuri tipped his head back to rest it against Viktor's shoulder, bumping their temples together. His eyes were shut, his brow a little furrowed, and a smile pulled at his mouth. "You're going to make me cry, Vitya."
Viktor bit back his comment about how it wasn't exactly difficult to make him cry, instead pressing a clumsy kiss to the side of his mouth. "C'mon, didn't you want a massage?"
Once Yuuri had rearranged himself and Viktor had reined in his focus, he began to work his hands across Yuuri's stiff muscles. The warm water of the onsen helped soothe him. This wasn't the first time he'd given Yuuri a massage post-training (in this case, post-international-flight), but never before had he been able to drop little pecks against his lover's back whenever he felt so inclined. Which, of course, was every thirty seconds or so.
Yuuri gave an appreciative groan when Viktor paid attention an especially knotted muscle. His head tipped back, hair flowing and catching the warm light from the steam room. Viktor swallowed a lump in his throat. His arousal had become less of an inconvenience during his and Yuuri's teasing banter, but it was starting to rekindle.
"Beautiful...You're so beautiful, darling." Viktor kissed the crown of Yuuri's head. "How does your back feel now?"
"Mmmh, better." Yuuri sighed contentedly. His voice was lower and quieter than usual, rumbling a little in his chest. Exhaustion made his accent stronger, overall adding to how sexy he sounded. He couldn't help it; his hands trailed down Yuuri's body to grip his tapered waist, rubbing his thumbs in gentle circles.
"T-that's an interesting technique, Viktor." Yuuri's voice shook a little as he spoke. The steam was too thick to see below the water, but Viktor imagined Yuuri was getting worked up like him.
A wicked thought crossed Viktor's mind. "I think I'm done massaging your back now, yeah? Do you feel better?"
Yuuri nodded. Viktor grinned, kissing the shell of his ear and murmuring against it. "Time for your thighs?"
"Vitya."
"I don't know if it's escaped your notice, but they're pretty important in figure skating. As your coach-"
"Oh come on." Yuuri laughed.
"As your coach, I need to make sure you're in top condition."
"I do like being in top condition."
"You come on!"
They both descended into giggles for a few moments, Yuuri squirming about as Viktor tried to get his hands on him. One he grabbed the prominent muscles of Yuuri's thighs and squeezed, the squirming immediately stopped. Yuuri let out a small whine and collapsed back against Viktor's chest, lashes fluttering and cheeks pink. His legs fell open, letting Viktor grab his thighs and pull them further apart.
"Told you it would be nice," Viktor purred into his ear, smug. He didn't know who was enjoying it more, quite frankly. Yuuri's thighs were curved and elegant and, like every aspect of him, seemed to be perfectly designed for both figure skating and turning Viktor into a drooling mess. Being able to grope and squeeze and explore them was Viktor's idea of heaven.
And they were very stiff. Yuuri had genuinely needed a massage.
Once it felt as though the muscles were almost back to normal, Viktor could get started with what he really wanted to do. He trailed his hands lazily up Yuuri's parted thighs, feeling his erection brush his arm. Viktor paid attention to the v of Yuuri's tapered waist, running his hands over it and right down to the tops of Yuuri's legs, his hands on either side of his cock.
"Vitya-" Yuuri gave a low warning.
"I heard you the first five thousand times, darling." Viktor kissed Yuuri's jaw. "No sex in the onsen. This isn't sex."
"It's almost sex." Yuuri frowned, twisting his head to make eye contact. His eyes were warm and dark in the low light, so inviting and familiar. They had a stare-off for a few seconds, before Viktor squeezed Yuuri's thighs again. The resulting gasp sent an immediate shock of arousal though Viktor. Yuuri hunched forward, shaking a little and whining. He tilted his chin back and panted as Viktor's hands returned to their earlier task, only this time with very different intent.
"Viktor," Yuuri groaned, covering Viktor's hands with his own and yanking them away. Viktor felt a jolt of anxiety; had he gone too far?
Apparently not, because Yuuri turned around to straddle him again, all but attacking him with his mouth.
"You little shit," he huffed into Viktor's mouth, grinding their hips together and raking his nails down his back. "Look at what you've done to me."
Adrenaline simmered under Viktor's skin as he quickly became so worked up it was almost painful. His cock was heavy with arousal, sweat from anticipation and heat beaded his brow. They kissed frantically, any of their usual gentleness evaporated. It was raw, desperate, visceral passion; all tongues and teeth and nails. Viktor's hips bucked uncontrollably when Yuuri latched onto the meat of his shoulder, biting down and leaving a merciless bruise.
"I-inside, now?" Viktor asked, head tilted back, the stars above him blurring in and out of focus. Was he crying? Sex with Yuuri always made him cry; it was a little embarrassing.
Yuuri pulled away from him to give a breathless nod. His hair was wet and spikey, sticking up in all directions, and his eyes were burning with hungry desire. He rose from Viktor's lap, water cascading off him in shining droplets. Viktor drank in the sight of his body; those perfect thighs, his cock flushed and hard against his stomach. He rose to join Yuuri, drawn into his space as if by magnetism. Their bodies and lips melded together as they embraced, hands grabbing flesh, erections brushing, moans tumbling into each other's mouths.
"I love you," Yuuri said, and Viktor could feel the shape of each word against his kiss-swollen lips. He'd never get sick of hearing that. The little thrill it sent through him each time Yuuri told him how loved he was had to be one of Viktor's favourite feelings.
Once they finally got out of the onsen, both so hard it was almost painful, it became obvious that their dash back to Viktor's room at the inn would have to be more of an Olympic sprint. The thin, short kimonos they changed into didn't leave much to the imagination. But despite Viktor's best efforts to make the trip with some degree of dignity, Yuuri was too much of a distraction.
They tumbled back to Viktor's room more than they walked, pushing each other up against walls to make out and grind, clinging to each other the whole time.
"Someone's gonna see us," Yuuri panted into Viktor's ear, one leg hooked over his hip and his kimono loose. Viktor's hands explored under it as he nibbled along Yuuri's collarbone.
"I've got you, it's okay. Nobody's seen a thing." Viktor reassured him. They were only a few paces from Viktor's door, so he hoisted Yuuri into his arms, hands cupping his arse so he could carry him. Yuuri gave a small gasp in surprise, but let himself be manhandled as Viktor slammed his door open and then deposited him on the bed.
He closed and locked the door, before turning to admire his boyfriend, dishevelled, kimono open and framing his naked body. Yuuri rested himself on his elbows, staring Viktor down with those warm, inviting eyes. Viktor stood at the end of the bed for a few moments, entranced, his chest tight with affection, before approaching Yuuri and slowly removing his glasses. He kissed the bridge of his nose, just because it was a place that didn't get enough attention, at least in Viktor's books.
"Have I mentioned you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?" he said. Yuuri laughed, falling back onto the duvet as Viktor crawled over him, kissing his exposed chest.
"A few times, maybe," Yuuri said, his legs falling open so that Viktor could slot his body against his.
"It's as true now as it was the first hundred times I said it." Viktor collapsed against him, tangling their limbs together.
They crashed together as they kissed, hastily tugging each other's kimonos off to feel all the heat underneath. Sparks crackled between them as their playful passion intensified. Viktor could feel the pulsing heat of Yuuri's cock pressed against his hip, smearing precome along his skin. The tightness in Viktor's loins was nearly painful when Yuuri finally got his hand on him, holding his cock firmly and spreading the stickiness around the head with his thumb. Viktor moaned wantonly, sinking his teeth into a bruise he'd made earlier on Yuuri's shoulder, his hips bucking forward uncontrollably. He licked his palm to take Yuuri in his hand and started to pump his cock messily. Yuuri let out a shuddering moan, trusting into his fist, mouthing his lips along Viktor's jaw.
The hand on Viktor's cock tightened and he saw stars, pleasure shooting through his body. It was quickly becoming impossible to coordinate his hand with his delirious mind and body, the pure feeling of Yuuri overwhelming him. He loved Yuuri. He loved Yuuri so much it was driving him mad.
He opted for grabbing Yuuri's hip so tight it would bruise and grinding against him. Yuuri keened at the sensation, before pulling him into a biting kiss. They descended into a wrestling, scrabbling frenzy, grinding on each other like a couple of horny, idiot teenagers. They'd both rather just cling desperately each other than jerk each other off, so that's what they did. Yuuri shoved a knee between Viktor's legs to make the motion easier. Viktor got to grind against that perfect thigh, which made him even giddier with pleasure. They didn't so much kiss, rather they just smeared their lips across one another's, saliva trailing sloppily in thin ribbons. Messy, untamed, and frantic, it was like nothing they'd ever done before.
Viktor's orgasm was accelerating towards him as Yuuri tugged none too gently at his hair, groaned against his mouth, and raked his nails down his spine. Their motion picked up pace, the bed creaking and knocking against the wall. Skin slick with sweat and precome, the twitching grind of their hips became smoother and faster. Viktor wanted to pull Yuuri over the edge with him, he wanted them to tumble into oblivion together. He could feel his balls draw up and thighs stiffen as his orgasm drew close.
"Yuuri, I'm-I...ah," Viktor gave a shuddering sigh. "I'm so close, love..."
"Mmmh, s-so am I."
"T-together, please." Viktor clung to him, shamelessly rubbing their cocks together, panting against Yuuri's skin. Yuuri hooked one of his legs around Viktor's waist to get an even better angle, somehow holding him even tighter. All Viktor could feel was Yuuri's soft skin and strong embrace. All he could smell was his sweat-slick skin. All he would ever want was Yuuri, in all his entirety, in all his flawless imperfections. His love didn't wasn't gentle; it felt like a forestfire. It was something visceral and wild and ineffable and Viktor wanted to be consumed. He wanted to burn.
When he came, just from thrusting against Yuuri's thigh, that's what it felt like. Like fire in his veins. He spilled with a shuddering groan of Yuuri's name, hot and slick against those perfect legs. Yuuri followed seconds later, lashes fluttering, mouth open with ecstasy, brow pinched. Pleasure mixed with pain as he scratched red-hot lines down Viktor's back, hanging onto him for dear life.
Viktor's strength gave out, and he basically turned to liquid, slumping against Yuuri with a drawn out sigh. Yuuri's arms snaked around him, one tracing the lumps of his spine, the other playing with the hair at the base of his skull.
"Viktor," Yuuri whispered, low and reverent. He said his name so carefully, with so much attention and love paid to each syllable.
Viktor (with much difficulty) propped himself up on an elbow, staring down at Yuuri. Everything was a little blurry, and Yuuri reached to brush the tears from his eyes. When Viktor blinked, he felt them drop down his face to land on Yuuri's still-heaving chest.
"I love you so much, anata." Viktor pressed his lips to Yuuri's temple. "So much."
The hand in his hair tugged him down so their mouths would meet. He kissed Yuuri as gently as he could at that moment, tongues slipping and tangling. In all truthfulness nothing felt quiet or benign, then. Viktor felt as though he were three seconds from splitting into a million pieces, the intensity of his feelings threatening to shake him apart. He pulled back to gaze at Yuuri's gently smiling face, mapping the features that he'd know from touch alone.
Viktor wished he could express to Yuuri how lonely he'd been before him. Yuuri would know how sex had been passionless, his relationships had been shallow, his laughter faked. The world had been so dull and stale back then. He could only see it now that he had Yuuri in his life.
He wanted to find a way to explain how Yuuri made him feel like a wild animal, primal and uncontrollable and possessive, while somehow also reducing Viktor to such a sentimental mess that he could now be felled by the sight of a shoulder.
He didn't have the words to describe how it scared him, more than a little, how completely and utterly Yuuri had cemented himself at the centre of Viktor's world. Everything had shifted that one evening in Sochi.
So, instead of some clumsy speech, he simply drew Yuuri in for another deep, messy kiss. And somehow, because it was Yuuri, and because he was Viktor, and because they were living, breathing proof that some people are just made for one another, words weren't needed at all.