They'd planned their second attempt out well: Viktor had brought the necessary products from the pharmacy; Yuuri had warned Mari and she agreed to spend the day at a friend's house and somehow they'd managed to find an excuse to get his parents away from the onsen for once. A fake spa day for Makkachin that they couldn't make as they had to stay home to await an important phone call from the JFS. Sure, it had cost them 7000 yen, but at least they wouldn't have to worry about Hiroko or Toshiya barging in; that and Makkachin would appreciate the pampering.

They took it slowly. It was strange having the onsen to themselves and Yuuri found the silence just a bit un-nerving. Choosing to simply lie together on Yuuri's bed, Yuuri indulged his senses in Viktor: his warm hands on his chest, his piercing blue eyes staring into his own and the sweet scent of the sakura cologne Yuuri had brought him.

'Ya lyublyu tebya', Viktor whispered in his ear, sending tingles down his spine. Yuuri was by no means fluent in Russian, but he certainty knew what this phrase meant.

'I love you too', he blushed, tilting his head to place a soft kiss on Viktor's cheek. Turning his head so Yuuri's lips would meet his own, Viktor cupped Yuuri's facing, deepening their kiss.

After a few minutes of passionate kisses, Viktor pulled away, earning a disappointed groan from Yuuri.

'We're only getting started, lyublyu', Viktor smirked, re-positioning himself so he was straddling Yuuri's hips. Looking down at Yuuri's longing eyes below him, Viktor felt himself harden as he bent down to attack Yuuri's chest with kisses.

Yuuri himself could feel his trousers tightening as his un-touched erection begged for release. He lifted his hips, desperate for friction against Viktor. As they connected, Viktor let out a gasp, not expecting the sudden touch. 'Yuuri', he groaned.

'Hurry up and take your clothes off', Yuuri moaned, eros-mode in action. Viktor didn't hesitate as he lifted Yuuri's shirt off over his head, followed by his own. Sliding his hands down the waist-band of Yuuri's briefs, he teased the warm skin surrounding Yuuri's most intimate places.

'Stop teasing, Vitya', Yuuri moaned, grabbing Viktor's hand and directing him to his own zipper. Soon they were both completely naked: staring each other down, lustfully.

'You're so beautiful, Yuuri', Viktor breathed, running his hand down Yuuri's face, down to his chest. 'I can feel your heartbeat so quick'.

Yuuri lifted his own hand and placed it on Viktor's chest, 'yours too', he grinned. They were ready. He'd never been more ready in his life.

There was a knock at the door and Yuuri practically jumped 5 metres into the air. There wasn't even a second to hide before Hiroko had entered the room.

'Yuuri I had Toshiyo take Makka, could you help...', she stopped in her tracks, shocked. 'Oh my...'

'I-I...', Yuuri didn't know what to say.

'I'll ... ask you later, Yuuri', Hiroko stammered, 'I'm sorry for interrupting'.

Yuuri's face crumpled to his knees- he'd never felt more humiliated in his life. Of course his mother knew they were together and was very happy for Yuuri but still...

'That ruined the mood a little', Viktor laughed, trying to hide his own embarrassment. 'Perhaps we should do this another time, da?'

Yuuri sighed loudly. The sooner they move out together, the better.

Woo. Awkward af. I always imagined Hiroko would be cool about it and would like bring it up 10 years later to make Yuuri squirm. Hahaha.