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( continuation! )

Great!

[ Viktor beams and unwinds his arms from around Yuuri's body, tugging the blanket off of them. It's immediately colder, but it's alright, because things are going to get really warm in just a little bit. He tilts his head down and gives Yuuri a quick kiss before he pats his butt fondly. ]

Come on. Get up.

[Even though he literally just agreed that they should move to the bedroom, Yuuri makes a displeased little sound of protest at the cold, and looks for a moment like he might be thinking about grabbing that blanket back. There's no point dragging his feet about getting up, though, that won't get him warm any faster...]

[And Viktor's really good at warming him up.]

Yes, yes, I'm coming...

[He stands, still in his cozy house socks, and reaches for Viktor's hand to pull him along towards the bedroom with him.]

Not yet, I hope.

[ 8D This is your fiance, Yuuri. Hope you know what you're getting in to.

He grins as he's tugged along, though he has to stop at the door to make sure Makkachin stays outside as he shuts it. The last thing they need is for him to jump up onto the bed while they're having their fun--again. Once was enough. Twice was ridiculous. No more.

Viktor moves toward the bed and flops down onto it, pulling Yuuri down with him so that he can immediately go back to smooching the crap out of his face. ]

[He knows exactly what he's getting into, and is okay with it even when he thinks he's a little insane for being so okay with it.]

[Yuuri does have to roll his eyes a little at that joke, but it's not long before he's being dragged down into bed, and it's a little hard to complain when Viktor's mouth is on his. He gives up in short order, settling with his legs on either side of Viktor's hips, hands sliding up under the hem of his shirt for warmth as he sucks and teases at his lower lip.]

Mm...

[ It's definitely a lot warmer when he has Yuuri pressed against him. Those times when they aren't right next to each other are some of the hardest for him. Viktor feels empty when Yuuri isn't nearby. It's... well, some people might consider it pathetic, to be so dependent on someone already, but Viktor feels lighter than air when he looks at Yuuri. So it can't be all bad, right?

His own hands settle on Yuuri's waist as he enjoys the kiss, slow and tender and loving. Whatever he isn't able to convey in words, he hopes he can in actions. ]

[If Yuuri were a poet, he thinks, he could write all his life about the way Viktor kisses him -- about how gentle he can be, how he makes him feel as if he's something beautiful and precious, how he somehow manages to make him feel so cherished without making him feel weak or belittled.]

[When Viktor is careful and delicate with him, it doesn't feel like he needs to be, just like he wants to be, like he feels like Yuuri is worth treating with tenderness and respect. And every single time, it melts down all of Yuuri's defenses in an instant, leaves him half-high from every little touch and still hungry for more from the moment Viktor touches him.]

[He sighs against Viktor's mouth, using his teeth just a little bit on that lower lip, then brushing his tongue almost curiously against it, his hands slipping up along the hard planes of Viktor's toned stomach and chest. He's a little impatient for more, but for the moment, this is nice all on its own.]

[ Everything in due time, Yuuri. Right now is the time for careful exploration, for gentle touches, for the slow burn that leaves them light and tingly until morning. Viktor wants to take his time tonight, to treat Yuuri like the perfection that he is. He's a treasure, a marble statue, and Viktor plans on attending to his every need.

And so he rolls them, flips them over so Yuuri is pressed on his back against the bed. Viktor sits up a little so he can smile down at him and give him another soft, fleeting kiss, before his lips start to trail down his jaw. His hands slip up under Yuuri's shirt now, fingers splayed against his chest. They find nipples easily enough--it's not like Viktor doesn't already have Yuuri's body fully mapped out--and give them soft, teasing little pinches. ]

You might want to get settled in, Yuuri.

[All of a sudden, Yuuri's flat on his back, laughing in surprise, his legs coming up to wrap loosely around Viktor's waist. His head tilts back against the mattress as Viktor's lips start wandering lower, and he shivers at the touch of his hands, pressing up into them softly.]

[It's unfair, really, how easily Viktor can do this to him. How immediately his body responds, every single time, wrapping his mind in a pleasantly dizzy haze.]

I'm... I'm very comfortable, don't worry.

[He's good right where he is. He's perfect.]

Good.

[ Because he's going to take his sweet time with all of this.

His lips continue to drift downward, now trailing lazily across Yuuri's stomach. They still haven't had reason to have katsudon, which is a little bit of a disappointment. Well... maybe he could bend what a victory is a little bit and include silver medals under that umbrella. He placed second out of everyone who tried to get there. That's worth celebrating, right? But just the once. As much fun as it was to whip Yuuri back into shape, there's no point in doing it if they don't have to.

...Well, even if it'll be kind of fun to hug and hold on to a fluffier Yuuri. Hm.

For now, Viktor will appreciate the still flat, toned plane of his stomach, tongue tracing the dips between muscles. He hums quietly as he opens his mouth and bites lightly, teasingly at the skin around his bellybutton. ]

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Really sorry for the late tags, RL and game stuff got busy!

s'all good, i've been brain cloudy for a while anyway

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