"Yuuri is moving to Russia with me," the words rolled off Viktor's tongue and were closely chased by a grin that spread ear to ear. "He and I have already begun apartment hunting!"
The words did not shock Yuri Plisetsky, but they did cause a shudder to shake through his body. It wasn't that the thought of having to endure the constant canoodling between the two men made his stomach churn, but… Yeah, that was exactly it. He could only picture an endless stream of practices in which they slacked off in favor of allowing the entire rink to fall victim to their public displays of affection. A lingering kiss here, a tender face stroke there, a lengthy embrace in between. No one would want to watch those things occur, but with those love birds around it would be damn near unavoidable.
"Speaking of apartment hunting…" Yuuri smiled shyly, "We were wondering if you'd like to stay with us?"
The silver medalist stood next to his fiancé, who had an arm lazily draped around his hip, pulling their bodies snuggly together. While Yuri could not deny they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, it still annoyed him that they completely disregarded personal space when near one another. Was it truly possible to be so grossly infatuated with another human that anytime you resided in the same room you could not manage to refrain from having physical contact at some point?
"It will be a blast Yurio," Viktor piped in. "Like a constant slumber party!"
Yuri wanted to shout no at them, call them insane for even allowing the thought to cross their minds. But he didn't. Instead he kept his expression blank, or as blank as his usual scowl could be considered. It would, in all honesty, be a rather brilliant idea. Three of the world's top skaters residing in one home as they prepared for the Grand Prix Finals together. They would all be on the same schedule, same diet, all be working their asses off to reach the same goal.
"Okay," Yuri breathed out harshly, brushing several strands of hair out of his eyes. "But if I hear you being gross with one another at any point, you will return the next day to have found the locks on the door changed."
Viktor laughed, Yuuri blushed, but it was understood that the youngest boy had accepted their invitation.
Viktor placed a delicate kiss on the corner of Yuuri's mouth, feeling his heart swell with affection as the younger man's lips curve into a smile. They were laid lazily in bed, enjoying the first day in their new home. Oddly, the sun was shining in Russia today, casting a light glow across the spacious room they were sharing. At the foot of the bed, Maccachin was curled up, his tail thumping against Yuuri's feet every few seconds.
"Good morning, love." Viktor placed a second kiss, this time on Yuuri's jawline. Slowly he began to pepper them across his entire face, each peck as light as a feather.
Yuuri started to mutter something in response, but the words were drowned out by Viktor's lips on his own. Instantly it felt as if every nerve in his body was alive, shooting fireworks through his blood stream, the sparks crackling against his skin. He had lost count of how many kisses they've shared with one another over the months. He found it amazing how every time their lips met it still felt as spectacular as the first.
The younger man snaked a hand up to rake through the others hair. The silver locks still enticed him, despite the fact that they were thinning. It felt as if he was running his fingers through silk, smooth and glossy and softer than any man's hair had the right to be.
Viktor pulled Yuuri's body closer against his, bringing their chests flush together. He rubbed circles at the small of his back with one hand, using the other to cup the back of his neck. They were both warm, heat radiating underneath the thick blanket that Yuuri's mother had insisted they take with them to Russia. She had been sure the cold weather would take a toll on her son, although she never acknowledged that he spent hours in an ice rink every day and still remained intact. None the less they accepted the blanket anyway, as it would be a blessing in the winter. However, the native Russian was worried it would cause them to suffocate during the following months. He made a mental note to discuss picking up a lighter blanket next time they went out.
Viktor pulled away slowly, meeting his lover's glossy brown eyes, which were unabashedly filled with fondness and admiration for him. He laid his face into the crook of Yuuri's neck, breathing in his scent. He muttered an 'I love you' against Yuuri's skin, which was met with a quiet moan.
Viktor opened his mouth, intending to proclaim his love once again, however any words he could have possible said were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he felt Yuuri slide his hand into the waistband of his pants. He felt his fiancée's fingers curl around him, giving a gentle tug. Instinctively he thrusted his hips into the touch, unable to stop himself.
As if they were in a trance, the two didn't hear the loud banging at the door, but the screaming that accompanied it seconds after got their attention.
"There is only one thing you two could possibly be up to in there this late in the day, and I know it's not sleeping!" Yuri's voice was sharp, causing the pair to break away as if they'd been caught committing a crime. "I fucking made breakfast and if you aren't out here soon to eat, I'll toss both your plates out the window."
Yuuri's eyes widened and he quickly stopped his previous actions to instead roll out of bed and hunt around for a shirt.
"Yeah, yeah, Yurio. We'll be out in a second." Viktor responded. He continued to lay in bed though, watching the muscles of Yuuri's back as he moved around the room. The sunlight was illuminating the skaters physique, giving Viktor a swift reminder of just how beautiful the man he was set to share a lifetime with was. He wanted to demand he come back to bed and finish what he had started, but he knew the Yuuri he had fell in love with was going to do everything but that.
"Get dressed, Viktor. Yuri is waiting for us." He slipped a yellow shirt, one that belonged to Viktor, over his head. It was just slightly too large, loose enough for the collar to slip to one side, exposing his neckline. It also smelled of Viktor. Yuuri smiled, deciding that this shirt no longer belonged to the Russian, but was going to join his wardrobe instead.
"Why get dressed when I could lay here all day and admire how gorgeous you are?" Viktor sat up and curved a finger towards himself, gesturing for Yuuri to come to him.
He blushed at the compliment, then huffed at the request, but complied, crawling across the bed to Viktor. He straddled the older man, wrapping both arms loosely around his neck. They stared into one another's eyes for several moments, the room so quiet that all either could hear was their heartbeats.
Viktor had already spent countless nights and days memorizing the different aspects of Yuuri's face. The gentle slope of his nose, the delicate curvature of his lips, the way his cheeks flushed a light pink anytime he was embarrassed or riled up. It was a face Viktor wanted to cradle in his hands for hours, a face he wanted to kiss and stroke always.
"I can't wait to marry you," Yuuri broke the silence. "I want to always wake up like we did today, maybe without the Yurio part though. I want to eventually buy a home, a big home where we can go on walks and Maccachin can run around. I want to adopt kids, and maybe start a garden together. I want to grow so old that we can't even skate, so old that the last thing on earth that brings us joy is simply us."
Yuuri leaned down slightly, and they met one another in a deep kiss, open mouths crashing together. Yuuri softly bit Viktor's bottom lip, and he began to feel breathless, as if the oxygen in the room had decided to leave in favor of giving them privacy. Yuuri knew for certain that the world could explode at any moment, and he wouldn't even be bothered by it as long as he was by Viktor's side when it happened.
"Yu-Yurio is waiting for us." He mutters, rolling to the side, off his fiancé. "We just got the new dishes, I don't want him to shatter them because we took too long."