Chapter 3: How Embarrassing! Stop sucking face!

"Mmm... hello, Mr. Yuuri Nikiforov." Victor slid his arms around Yuuri's waist, causing the latter to chuckle lightly.

"Victor, you're embarrassing me..." Yuuri continued stirring the soup he was making for lunch, attempting to ignore Victor, who buried his face in Yuuri's neck.

Yuuri yelped lightly when Victor bit at his ear. "But I just can't help it when you cook, it's so domestic and adorable."

Yuuri rolled his eyes, reaching to grab some more pepper to add. He sharply pushed his hips into Victor, causing a sardonic gasp and a laugh. "Oh, I can't resist you, Daddy." Yuuri moaned sarcastically.

"Can you not? I'm right fucking here." Yurio hissed from the dining room, pretending to gag.

"Hey, I'm heading out to walk Makkachin~." Victor called.

"Okay~" Yuuri called back from the living room.

Victor smiled. Just wait, love.

Around ten minutes later, Yuuri heard the door unlock and Victor enter. "How was your walk?" Yuuri called.

"Pretty good." Victor returned, walking into the living room. Yuuri set down his book and raised an eyebrow. Victor was hiding something poorly behind his back.

"What did you do?" Yuuri demanded.

Victor revealed a bouquet of blue and white roses, and Yuuri immediately hid his face in his hands.

"Eternally my love" Victor smiled in very butchered Japanese.

"You're a fucking idiot" Yuuri replied in perfect Russian.

"Yuuri! So rude! Where did you learn that?!"

Yuuri looked away. "Yurio taught me. It's pretty useful, what with you around..." he trailed away.

"Yuuri~! And here I was trying to be nice!" Victor wailed.

Yuuri took the roses and apologized softly. "I'm joking, Victor, you just go so overboard~. I love them."

Yuuri leaned over his husband, who had fallen asleep on the couch.

"Vi~ctor." he softly poked his face. So pale, haha...

Victor blinked softly, eyes filmy with sleep. "Hmm?"

"Open your mouth." Yuuri cooed.

Victor sighed, rubbing his eyes and complying.

Yuuri popped a caramel into his mouth, and Victor sleepily chewed. "Thank you..." he mumbled.

Yuuri held his hands to his face, holding in a fanboy squeal. It was worth waking him up! So cute!

"May I join you?"

Yuuri glared sharply at Victor.

"No." he coldly rejected him, slamming the bathroom door.

Victor pouted, staring into the floor as Yuuri showered without him.