A/N: Well now that YOI has officially wrapped up and my new semester of university has started up, I have turned to Victuuri fanfiction as a coping mechanism yet again! If you are familiar with any of my previous stories then the style of this one may seem a little different. I'm placing more of an emphasis on the description of sensual experiences rather than letting the dialogue of the story dictate its descriptions. In short, I'm experimenting with a more wordy style. ;) So if you like it or have any thoughts please review and let me know! I'd love to refine this type of writing further! :D Well, enough from me! Enjoy!
Yuuri's bleary eyes surveyed his surroundings, trying to piece together his situation. The worst part about midday naps is that their awakenings can leave one more disoriented than a blow to the head.
The first thing Yuuri was aware of was the gentle weight on his chest and the slight tickle of steady breathing on his collarbone. Victor was curled into Yuuri's side, his back pressed against the back of the couch. Yuuri recalled that practice had tired them both out more than usual, so they had proceeded to take a little nap together before dinner once they got back to the apartment.
Yuuri contemplated waking Victor up as Yuuri shifted his own body upward slowly so his back was braced against the armrest, settling in a more seated position. But one look at his fiancé's peaceful-looking face convinced Yuuri to wait a little longer. And while he waited, Yuuri got caught up in memorizing the details of his partner's face.
A soft smile settled on Yuuri's lips as he greedily indulged in every detail, especially Victor's lips; the way they slightly parted in relaxation as his cheek was pressed against the fabric of Yuuri's shirt. Yuuri attempted to memorize the exact shape of the Cupid's bow curve in Victor's upper lip. Yuuri's finger moved upwards of its own accord to delicately trace the captivating outline of his fiancé's mouth.
His movements were slow and methodical, the soft strokes of his fingers as timely as a metronome. Somewhere in his subconscious, Victor identified the gentle pressure and responded, not entirely awake or aware of his own volition.
Yuuri's quiet gasp was barely audible as Victor's lips moved slightly, gliding against Yuuri's fingers to reciprocate their pressure. Victor's sleepy, half-conscious kisses continued down from the tips of Yuuri's fingers to the heel of his palm. The tender sensation of it made Yuuri's breath catch in his throat, marveling at how gentle and nurturing Victor's touches could be. Not even fully conscious, Victor was showing Yuuri just how much he loved him.
Not long after that, Victor's breathing picked up, becoming heavier. However, his kisses didn't stop. He seemed more awake as he sighed Yuuri's name against his open palm, keeping his eyes shut. A deep blush staining his cheeks, Yuuri leaned in to whisper Victor's name back in return, reaching up to stroke his hair, shining brilliantly in the burnt-orange light of the setting sun pouring through the adjacent window.
Victor's next utterance of Yuri's name contained more volume; Yuuri could feel the rumble of Victor's voice vibrate past his lips down onto Yuuri's wrist. Yuuri's eyes fluttered shut in reverence as he felt the tightening of Victor's lips against his skin, signalling a smile. When Victor's lips stopped moving altogether, Yuuri opened his eyes to gaze directly into Victor's blue ones, already open. The expression they held was teasing yet indulgent as he planted one more drawn-out kiss onto Yuuri's palm, just below his thumb. Yuuri had to resist letting his eyes close in pleasure again.
Yuuri bit his lip as Victor finally pulled away, his blush still lingering.
"Sorry. I just...couldn't resist."
Victor only shook his head and smiled softly, leaning up to kiss Yuuri lightly on his forehead.
"Feel free to indulge yourself any time. I indulged myself too."
Yuuri smiled in return as they cuddled more against each other, letting his mind be filled with the memories of those past sensations and ones to come.