Yuuri was sitting on the couch watching TV when his husband plopped down next to him. Victor leaned his head onto Yuuri's shoulder, and Yuuri's hand automatically went up to graze over his spouse's hair. He hummed in pleasure, and for a few minutes they sat there, simply enjoying each other.
Then Victor broke the quiet. "Yuuri?" he asked in a sugary sweet voice.
Instantly, Yuuri was on edge. He stiffened a little bit as he asked tentatively, "Yes?"
"Can I request your video services again today, zolotse?"
Yuuri rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Again?" he asked wearily. "Aren't you tired of these memes yet?"
Victor clicked his tongue. "Now, don't say that! You are very popular on them, you know."
Dragging his eyes down to meet his husband's, Yuuri asked blankly, "I am?"
"Yes! Not that you would know, since you don't use your TikTok," Victor griped. "But everyone really enjoys your commentary! So can you please video for me again? Pleeeease?"
The full power of those beautiful eyes in such close proximity to him was impossible for Yuuri to resist. He slumped his shoulders and held out his hand wordlessly. With a squeal, Victor pressed his phone into the outstretched hand, saying excitedly, "You don't really have to do much for this one, just sit next to me and film! I'll do all the rest."
Resigning himself to his fate, Yuuri looked down and saw that the phone was already set to record. Damn that beautiful man for knowing him so well. He held the phone up and said, "All right, whenever you're ready, let me know."
"Da. I'm going to hold my hands up, so try to film through the hole in them, okay?"
Yuuri was a little puzzled by this, but agreed, "Uh, all right, I guess?"
"Good! I'm ready now, go ahead!"
Obediently, Yuuri started the video, and moved the camera angle down so that it was level with his husband's hands. As he got it in place, he saw that Victor was holding both his hands together in a heart shape. "Um, Vitya...what are you doing?" He forgot that he was filming for a moment in his confusion.
"You'll see! Makkachin, come!" As his spouse called for the dog, Yuuri remembered his job and focused on the view through the camera. He watched as Makkachin bounded up from his bed across the room and came bounding towards Victor with his usual unabashed enthusiasm.
"Vitya, I don't think he's going to–" His words were cut off as Makkachin leapt at the two men, knocking through Victor's hands and landing in the middle of them on the couch. In the ensuing chaos that was an overexcited poodle, Yuuri dropped the phone, and entirely forgot that it was filming as he wailed at his husband, "Was this supposed to happen? This doesn't seem like a very good internet challenge!"
Laughing, Victor scooped the phone up and turned the video off. "Well, that wasn't quite right, but I'm sure that my viewers will love it! Especially all your commentary, lapochka!" He winked, and went back to petting Makkachin, showering the poodle with praises as Yuuri wondered what his husband had gotten him into now.