Author's Note: It's a short moment, but it feels so perfect.
Whenever Yuuri lacked for inspiration all he had to do was turn to Viktor. In that moment the silver-haired god was daydreaming, petting his dog idly as he (probably) set up the next program one of them would skate in his mind.
Yuuri loved these quiet moments when he had the opportunity to just look at his lover. His slender build and features were delicate at first glance, but there was a strength beneath the skin that revealed itself when you took the moment to really see Viktor. Most people drew splendour from his grace and beauty, and of course Yuuri did as well, but Yuuri also loved how strong he was.
And those eyes were so easy to get lost in...
A dazzling blue with just a hint of green that sucked him into a world that was all his. Because Viktor belonged to him and him alone. He was surrounded by those eyes, was falling into them as he, too, began to daydream.
Viktor finally snapped out of his reverie, catching Yuuri in the middle of his staring. A smirk spread over his lips. "And what are you looking at so intently?" he asked coyly.
Yuuri slowly returned to reality, as though his soul was floating back into his body. They were in Viktor's room, dinner and bath time long since past, and the inn was quiet.
"You," Yuuri admitted, feeling bold, although his cheeks became unbearably hot.
Viktor's eyes grew deliciously dark as his smirk widened, "and you like what you see?"
Yuuri licked his lips, eyes still planted on those brilliant aquamarine gems, "Yes."
Viktor slowly lifted a hand and bent his finger in a come hither motion. Yuuri did not need another invitation.