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Yuuri laughs shaking his head,

"Sounds like a crazy night. Though I'm a little surprised he didn't come over to thank you for sending her back. Most guys would be jealous, I think. I've seen a few bar fights," more than a few, it's Detroit after all, "but never been in one. Thankfully. I don't know what I'd do."

"Who would even want to fight you? You're too cute and polite for anything like that!" more sickly sweet eskimo kisses, knocking Yuuri's glasses slightly askew on mistake. He'll take an arm away from holding Yuuri just long enough to fix them on the man's nose.

"What's a wild night you had in Detroit? You must have stories," nobody who gets drunk like that is without a few stories!

"Lots of people want to fight for lots of reasons. It doesn't always have to make sense," it's maybe a serious kind of thing to say, but he's laughing a little from the nose kisses and leaning happily into Victor.

"A wild night in Detroit?" Yuuri tilts his head, trying to think, "I don't remember any really, but then..." he trails off, shrugs helplessly because he didn't remember last night, either. "I... don't drink a lot because I usually get a little crazy when I drink and it causes problems. Usually," he adds, since he wouldn't call where he is right now a problem at all, leaving aside why he's here.

"It's mostly Phichit who would drag me out," he may not need to explain who Phichit is, since Victor seems like he's on social media a lot and Phichit's kind of got a following. "He's... probably my best friend in Detroit, but... I sometimes think he thinks I'm boring but is too nice to admit it. I wouldn't go out much on my own. I get too nervous."

"Is Phichit the Thai skater? Chris and I follow his Instagram! Funny, I wonder if I've seen you in pictures before?" Victor chuckles, unable to recall off the top of his head, but assuming if they're close friends that might be the case.

"That's Phichit," he says with a sigh and a laugh. He shakes his head to the rest, "Maybe in some group pictures? He... took some pictures of me once that got a lot of attention and I asked him to stop posting pictures of me. It was really embarrassing," he tips his face forward, feeling his cheeks heat.

"Were the pictures themselves embarrassing or just the attention?" Subtext I definitely want to see them.

"Both? I guess..." he kind of hides himself against Victor, cheeks hot. "I mean, they really weren't anything bad. We were just kidding around at a pool our first summer there together..." well, that at least sort of explains what kind of pictures they were, even though there aren't any real details, "And I thought it would be funny to post them, too! But then it kind of... blew up and everyone back at school kept making comments when they got back from summer break."

"Well, now I must see them," Victor teases, "if you're worried about the photos from the banquet getting around, the gala organizers already put their foot down. Anybody found posting photos of private events will face a season long tournament ban... Wait, actually, you didn't even see them, yet!"

"They're... um... they're probably still up if you scroll back far enough. Phichit said that taking them down might draw even more attention to them. I just said I didn't want to have any new ones." There are actually a number of pictures of him in Phichit's pictures, though all of the rest of them past those are always in groups and he's always off to the side. Posed like that, he's intensely forgettable, there's no way Victor would have really seen him in any of those.

"I... wasn't worried about that until you just mentioned it, no," his tone says he's a little worried about it now, despite the reassurances, "I'm still not sure I really want to see them," he's definitely outright hiding in Victor's shirt now, "But I also do want to know..."

"You're at least not the only one being outrageous! And you were so outrageous it utterly charmed me, so maybe I'm the one who should be most embarrassed," Victor laughs, which is honestly how he reacts to embarrassment. That should be clear to Yuuri after the slip up and Victor laughing at himself near immediately, through his humiliation.

"Chris did get more naked than you, though... not by much."

"I... don't think it works like that?" he says, of Victor's embarrassment re: his own antics. But maybe it works that way if you're Victor Nikiforov. Nothing normal seemed to apply to him. "Maybe after dinner we can look through them. I'm worried if we curled back up on the sofa, I'd fall asleep."

He's putting it off, and not very expertly at that, but it's also not a lie that he thinks he'd drift off if he sat down. Besides, he really doesn't want to move from right here, drinking in Victor's affection.

"I'll have to keep you awake, then, until the food arrives,"

The phone will be put down then, Victor's arms back around Yuuri. He sways gently with the man, kissing the top of his hair with a tightening of his arms. A moment of holding Yuuri close before loosing up. This intimacy is really pleasant, even more so after their mutual admission that, maybe, they're both enjoying the romance of this. It did feel like it could run away from them, but maybe Victor might like a whirlwind love affair. He's sliding a hand to Yuuri's waist and the other taking his hand, a close waltz position.

"We need to share another dance," he'll declare, a firm smile on his face, "one you'll remember!"

Yuuri relaxes into the embrace with a low, contented sigh, definitely enjoying this. He's still fumbling about it, isn't used to any sort of real intimacy from anyone, much like a romantic sort from his lifelong idol, but he's just in freefall, mostly. This can't last, so he wants to grab everything, as much as he can, before it slips through his fingers.

He leans into the change in position, even as he says,

"I don't really know how to ballroom dance. Not well, anyway," he's done a little, but he's not sure if he really remembers how to waltz. But it's clear he's not protesting the idea, not pressed this warm and close.

"Ballet, breakdancing, and pole dancing? You have an interesting education in Detroit!" He has to tease, considering Yuuri's skills at the banquet. He'd actually thought a bit about why breakdancing would be useful to learn, how Yuuri's quick recoveries despite all his falls made sense. Yuuri said earlier he didn't know how to poledance, but he displayed far too much skill for Victor to believe that.

"We only learned traditional styles in Russia; ballet, waltz, foxtrot."

Yuuri blushes, forehead tipping forward to lay on Victor's shoulder again, hiding the blush,

"I wouldn't say I'm formally trained in the last two, either..." he murmurs, "I mostly just took ballet and modern dance. The studio in Detroit I study at throws a lot of different kinds of things at us, though," he doesn't specifically say either pole or breakdancing might have been part of that, but it's a fair guess, "Back in Hasetsu my instructor was a bit more traditional, I guess," he shrugs a little, "She showed me a few different ballroom dances, but we never concentrated very hard on it. I might be able to remember enough to follow, though."

He wants to try to, certainly. The thought of moving with Victor like that has him flushing for other reasons than embarrassment, particularly considering how close they are.

Moving one of Yuuri's hands, he'll place it on his shoulder, holding the man's other hand in his. He'll move slowly, leading casually. The condo didn't have space for wide steps and Victor didn't want to move far from Yuuri, anyway.

"I'm not going to give you a score, don't worry,"

He laughs to that, softly,

"Good, because I don't think it's going to be a very good one." He says that, but he's not half bad as long as it's basic, slow. He's not necessarily good at waltzing, but he's good at movement, follows almost effortlessly, even if he doesn't know quite where to put his feet. Still, it's not all that hard, like this, and after a minute or two, he sinks into it more. It's easy to relax, like this, maybe too much, he still feels like he could drift off at any moment, except he wants to stay awake for this-- Victor and his body moving in tandem, curled close.

"I wish I could skate with you, sometime," he's just tired enough to let that slip and his cheeks flush hotter after he says it, Victor can surely feel the tension, but he's trying to not take things back when he says things like that, to trust. It's hard.

"I would love to skate with you," Victor's answer is quick and without hesitation, "we could go before you leave, well..." he'll chuckle a bit to consider what they'd be getting up to after a little rest.

"If we can keep our hands off each other that long!"

There's a hint of a shudder to think about it, a slow, warm thing that slides down his spine, brings him closer. He was so shy about admitting it, nervous, but the easy way Victor agrees lets him be a little bolder,

"I really want to," it's breathed low, heated, like he's saying something a lot dirtier than wanting to skate with him. But while he's hard pressed to figure out a fantasy in bed that he wants, those aren't the only kind of fantasies.

... and he's also suddenly learning that the difference between the two has gotten a lot smaller, pressed thigh to thigh with Victor like this on solid ground, it's all too easy to feel a different kind of push and glide, ice under their feet, this close...

There's another shiver and he misses a step, doesn't step on Victor's toes, thankfully, but does require Victor steady him for a moment before he finds his feet again.

"We will, then," Victor assures, before Yuuri slips up and Victor sweeps him up off his stumbling feet, a ballet like lift and spin, setting Yuuri back down firmly on his feet after. He grins and lets a chuckle escape at the man's surprised, dazed even, expression. Leaning in, he'll steal a kiss on the lips, playful as ever. He's about to comment, tease something, but the doorbell rings and he'll take his hands off the other skater.

"Don't fall asleep before I'm back with the food," he just has to get to the door and back, but Yuuri was practically dozing off standing.

The lift is something he's more familiar with, though he's usually doing the lifting, and it's almost easier to regain his feet after that than it would have been to just recover more normally from the stumbling. Yuuri's flushed all the way through his cheeks down his neck from the previous admission, which is an admission all on it's own of how much he wants it.

The kiss is light, but he still kind of gets swept up in it, the exhaustion turning him defenseless. Even so, he shakes his head a little at the teasing,

"I'll be fine, don't worry," he smiles and now he'll finally make it over to the kitchen table, the chairs there not the same kind of comfortable either the sofa was, or Victor's arms were.

The food smells fantastic, smell of fresh seafood and well seasoned pasta sauce filling the room. Makkachin is immediately at the table to beg, even though he's already gotten his dinner, Victor shooing him gently to set the food down. He eyes the plates already set out on the table, picking one up and testing it with a finger for dust, clearly worried he had left them out too long. They aren't dirty, a maid service came through and kept the place tidy while he was away, so he'll start shoveling food out for them both to pick off of at will. There's a good variety and if it smells as good as it tastes, they'll be full and ready to pass out for the night in no time at all.

"I'd normally avoid all these carbs, but we got a good work out today," a wink, between the gym and the sex, they could have something decadent for their evening meal.

Yuuri can't help but laugh to that, even though he also blushes brightly and ducks his head at the wink.

It's Victor testing the plates, though, that sticks in his head. Everything here seems so perfect, uncluttered, airy, but that single gesture speaks a whole lot more about what Victor's life is like and suddenly, he catches himself really wanting to know what he would think of Hasetsu, of the hot springs and his family. It's a really affectionate look and it just sits different on his face, because for once, it's not accompanied by awe.

He turns his attention to the food pretty quickly, though, doesn't linger on the thought.

"I'm afraid I may just have to pick at it, I'm so tired," but he's still serving himself a pretty generous portion, even so. He is hungry after all of that.

"We can always put the left overs in the fridge, eat however much you want!" Victor is digging into his, making a loud noise of pleasure, "Ooh, vkusno! I haven't had this place in a while, they're better than ever! Do you like it?"

Yuuri takes a tentative bite. He likes the food in other countries, it's one of his favorite parts of traveling, but he's always a little cautious about it at first. He's nodding in agreement quickly though,

"This is really good!" he has no idea what it is other than clearly seafood and clearly pasta, but the flavors are excellent, different from what he's had before.

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