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"I feel refreshed, is that tea still warm?" Victor is giving one more kiss to Yuuri before going to get himself a cup of tea. Wine was nice, he was already so sleepy, some black tea would be better. Chris' phone begins to go off and he'll rummage into his pocket, sighing at the message. The man tosses his wine back the next moment, pauses, then throws back Victor's glass as well. "That bad of news, Chris?"

A grumble as Chris taps on his phone before saying his flight got moved up, he had to get going. "We'll have plenty of fun without you, don't worry,"

It's one of the things that he's already head over heels for about Victor, even though it's yet another thing that he can actually easily see irritating other people. Victor never seems bothered by his silences. He pushes him to talk more, to express more, but he never seems to get offended when Yuuri can't figure out what to say, fills the silence on his own. Someone else might feel ignored or talked over or irritated at the distraction from their thoughts, but Yuuri's just grateful he doesn't have to talk, most of the time.

He maybe has a sappy little look on his face while Victor goes to fiddle with tea, before he's blinking at Chris. Oh yeah, it wasn't like Chris lived here in Russia, either. And he's suddenly aware that maybe Chris stayed after to hang out with Victor and he's stolen him away. He feels wretched about that for about... ten seconds, before he remembered that they fought over him, apparently, and then he's blushing again. Of course, he was supposed to be gone yesterday, but even so...

And then the idea hits him and his out of his mouth before he has a chance to think it through, because he does feel like Chris deserves more out of this than a wave and the lock of a door behind him,

"The next time we're in the same city, let me take you out to dinner somewhere to make up for your missed dinner yesterday," the grin over his wine glass is almost a smirk, and he doesn't dare look at Victor, "It won't be somewhere near as fancy as Victor would have taken you, I'm sure, but I do feel bad. And I want to thank you for the advice."

Perhaps Chris is a little surprised, but it quickly washes into an excited smile.

"I'm holding you to that! With any luck, it'll be a celebration dinner for me finally beating this one," a thumb point back to Victor, who gives a single ha!. Chris' attention doesn't drift from Yuuri, though.

"And friend me on social media! I use everything. I want to pick your brain on improving my step sequence. You had the best one in the Grand Prix, don't let me forget," his phone is going off again, probably an angry coach. He gives Yuuri a pat on the shoulder and a wink for a farewell gesture, practically jumping into Victor's arms for his. They say farewells in French and he's hurrying out not long after.

"You want to... you think my step sequences..." Yuuri's completely thrown offline by that for a moment, so if that's the desired "revenge", gold medal, good sir. He manages a wave, and to laugh at the way Victor and Chris hug each other because it's ridiculous and over the top and cute as fuck.

And then it's back to just Victor and him and the silence of the apartment. He takes a nervous sip of his wine, though he can't quite say why the atmosphere seems tense suddenly. It's probably just someone leaving and the liminal space between. Hopefully Victor knows how to fill that.

Well, That leads to some thoughts that brings pink up into Yuuri's cheeks and he's glad that as far as he knows, Victor isn't also a mind-reader.

Luckily, Victor isn't even that good at reading a room, let alone reading minds. He sees Chris to the door after and actually locks it behind the man. A brief shuffle and he's picked up their coats so it's not a complete mess, still. Returning to the counter, he can't resist touching Yuuri, fingers glancing along the man's side with gentle affection. Victor smiles beside him, carefree and steamy warm and still a little wet from his shower.

"Are you hungry? I could heat up those leftovers,"

The touch seems to help Yuuri cross that space between there being someone there and them being alone again, and he relaxes more against Victor, tugging him in for a soft kiss.

"Food is probably good," he doesn't have much of an appetite, just yet, but it's probably coming once his body remembers he's been skating and then having sex on the floor. He really hasn't eaten enough to make up for how many calories he's been burning, certainly, and while that's likely good for the slight bit of pudge he's put on leading up to the finals, it's definitely going to leave him hungrier than normal, when he can pay attention to things like that.

A moment later, he can't help but to grin at Victor, watching him while he moves around the kitchen,

"I don't want today to end," it's almost said dreamily.

The kiss is returned with equal gentleness, nothing deep, Victor is terrified of heating them up again. He's so exhausted, worn out from head to toe. The worst part is he thinks he probably could manage once more and that's just too much. It's too much, right? He definitely doesn't want to pass out halfway through their fourth or fifth round of sex today (he's long lost count) and offend Yuuri. They need to eat and not catch each other on fire, somehow.

"Every moment has been divine, Yuuri," he's so sincerely confident to say that, going through his refrigerator and pulling out their previous meal to toss into the microwave. "I want to keep sharing these days with you, I really do,"

"Me too," his voice is soft, sincere, but then he laughs, "Well... maybe not this intense all the time? I don't think either one of us could skate," he teases, warmly.

He needs food, is also exhausted, but no, it's not too much, because he's thinking about it too-- once they're done eating, curling up in bed and lazily having another round, slow, blurring into sleep. It sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect day. So he's not trying to start anything now, but there's already a little bit of that promise coloring his expressions and his tone, the way he watches Victor move around the kitchen.

"If we kept going at this pace, we really will end up in jail for indecency!" Another loud laugh from Victor, getting his tea and turn in back to Yuuri as a pile of pasta gets zapped warm.

"Are you terribly sore by now? Being on the receiving end took me a lot of getting used to, but you seem just fine!" Spoken with that playful tone of jealousy.

Victor, this is not the way to keep them both calm and their hands off each other.

Yuuri flushes at that and squirms because the barstool is actually a little uncomfortable, yeah, he just didn't want to stand up anymore.

"It feels weird and I'm a little sore, but it's not too bad," really, he's probably in every bit as much pain as Victor was in when he first did this, but Yuuri's so used to his whole body being in pain and having to fight through it for every jump, every tumble onto the ice, that this hardly registers. "It's worth it," there a little bit of heat curling into his words there, even though he's blushing.

"Good, good! After my first time I laid around for a whole day whining and grumbling about how I never wanted to do that again," another laugh because, yeah, clearly that sentiment didn't last.

"It took me a while to learn my own body, you seem more in tune!"

"You'd be the first person to accuse me of that," he quips, because really, he couldn't imagine feeling comfortable about his body. It just doesn't hurt as much as falling over and over on the ice until everything's a mass of bruises and your feet bleed in your skates.

"Maybe we could eat on the sofa, though?" he will use puppy dog eyes if he has to, Victor.

"I've been your first person for a lot of things!" the banter is fun for Victor, but being able to talk and joke and tease each other just made Victor feel closer to Yuuri. This isn't just a sexual connection, this felt like everything.

""Go ahead, I'll follow shortly, it's almost done," no need for puppy dog eyes, Victor just needs to stir the noodles and get them another minute, then he'll be over to the couch with Yuuri.

"You've been my first person for everything," the tone is softer, but it's true-- Victor's been his first for things he doesn't even know about.

He kind of flees to the living room after that, but it's at least a good time for it.

Mixing up the pasta, Victor decides it's just fine in one big bowl for them both. He sticks two forks in the top and heads over, shooing Makkachin from Yuuri's side and setting down there himself. He spins a thread of pasta onto a fork and offers to feed it to Yuuri.

"Hahaa, what does this remind me of..." He hums a moment, grinning, "oh! That Disney movie! With the two dogs!"

Yuuri laughs,

"Are you the lady or the tramp?" he sounds like he finds either answer a bit unbelievable, but he does lean in and let Victor feed him, even though it makes the blush rise on his cheeks again. It's kind of... weirdly nice, letting Victor do something like that, settles warm in his abdomen with something that's definitely desire, but different somehow, more mellow, maybe? He's not sure. It's arousing, but not in a way that makes him want to do anything about it.

"I think I've been called both those things, before!" Victor giggles along, smiling soft and a little sly to feed Yuuri. It's a little sexy, but more than that it's intimate. The fact that Yuuri is allowing himself to be doted on is a sign of their comfort. It swells in Victor's chest and yet, it's just a simple thing. Not a spark of desire, but a smolder of warmth and adoration.

There's not much difference for him between something that's sexual and something that's intimate-- not really because he doesn't understand there could be a difference, but because with maybe the exception of Phichit (and they've never done anything like this), there's not really anyone in his life he's intimate with. That's the kind of thing he's usually uncomfortable about and with, so Victor's really the first source of either thing, so it's all linked, muddled up.

It's good, though, good enough that he relaxes into it, even though it feels a little bit silly, doesn't reach for his own fork until Victor tires of it (if he even does-- if he doesn't Yuuri's fork will go unused, he's definitely not going to protest)

"What's something you haven't been called?" it's both curious and a little teasing.

Well, that's too good of a set up for him to not make a joke.

"I don't know, maybe daddy?" he laughs, he has to go for the double whammy on that one,

"Just kidding! I've definitely been called that one!" ZING.

You're trying to kill him, aren't you, Victor?

Yuuri nearly chokes on some of the pasta at the first one and then definitely chokes on it to the second, though he manages to not make a huge deal out of it, somehow. He does end up drinking maybe a little more of his wine at one go than he means to, though.

And then his mouth runs away without him again. He's definitely blaming the wine, regardless of the fact that he's really barely had any,

"Does that usually go with the spanking, or do you have other kinks I should be warned about?" he teasing, obviously, but he's also maybe just a little bit curious, too.

"Ha! So Chris didn't tell you everything! Bless him," he'll swirl up some pasta for himself, perfect content to feed them both. After he chews and doesn't choke on his food, he'll chuckle.

"I have a lot of kinks! They're fun and entirely opt in, I assure you." they're no fun if they're required or his partner felt like they had to go along with it. Yuuri was adaptable, so far. "Nothing too crazy, I don't think."

"Like what?" he sounds more genuinely curious than teasing, shifting to curl a bit more into Victor's side, to make it easier for him to feed him. It seems like a good time to talk about something like that-- he feels warm and surprisingly stable for how hard the drop had been when Victor had left him. But that's over with now and right now he's warm and cozy and comfortable.

"Hmmm, spanking is my absolute favorite! I won't lie about that, though I guess some people consider dirty talk a kink, but that's just what I do normally," he doesn't think that's really all that kinky, that's just sex for him....

"Ooh, dressing up, too! I love costumes. I was sorely tempted to skip the rink once you started looking at my old catalog the way you did,"

"I don't know if I would like spanking all on my own, but you uh... make it really hot," he manages. It's hard to think of his own kinks because he's had so little to go off of, and he knows what's sexy in theory isn't always in practice. He also just doesn't have the same breadth of knowledge. But it's easier than he thought, to give his opinions about what Victor's talking about, "I... um... I really like the dirty talking though, even though I know I'm lucky to even be able to say two words in a row, much less say anything sexy." He's blushing, but he's trying not to hide, at least.

"Costumes...?" he's never really thought about that before. "Like... just ice skating things or other things?" he's trying to wrap his head around that.

"When you talk it's magnificent, but there's something about your silence I love, too. Like I've wound you up so much you can't even think," that's very hot to Victor, appealing to that tricky pride of his. Yuuri's silence didn't come across as disinterest, far from it, more like overwhelmed. Either way, Victor is pleased, he likes feedback.

"Any clothing, really, I love it," he slide some pasta into Yuuri's mouth, "you'll have to see me in a skirt sometime,"

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