Hey guys,

It took me a while to get this chapter right, tbh. And once way happy enough with where it was going, it got too long and I had to cut it in two XD meaning the smutty part of part 2 will be in part 3… I'm sorry! For those who wonder, yes this is domestic! Victuuri because those two really make my world go round XD So if you're here for the drama, I'm sorry to disappoint you XD

Now, have fun with chapter two!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuuri! on Ice All characters belong to MAPPA and Mitsurō Kubo

Chapter 2 Home is Not a Place, it's a Person

„I put all your stuff in here for now, but you're free to place it wherever you want in the apartment", Victor said, as he opened the door and revealed a spacious bedroom to Yuuri's sight.

The walls were white and the windows just a large as the ones in the living room, with the sunlight falling through them, drowning the room in warmth. The king sized bed however, was made of dark, polished wood with a canopy adorned with off-white curtains. It looked like probably the cosiest bed Yuuri had seen in his life.

He blinked and stared at the room, unmoving, drinking in the sight of quiet luxury, nothing too flamboyant, but elegant in its simplicity, the contrast between black and white mesmerizing. It looked very much like Victor – sophisticated in way Yuuri could only dream of ever being.

"You like it?", asked Victor, taking a step behind Yuuri, but leaning close enough to press his chest against the smaller man's back, his nose nuzzling the back of Yuuri's neck. He knew it was probably distracting, but he couldn't care less to be honest. Those past weeks without his fiancé had been harder than Victor could ever have expected.

Or, well, he could have.

The less than twenty-four hours they'd spent apart during the Rostelecom Cup had been bad enough for the both of them not to part from each other's sides for days to follow. With that in fresh memory it shouldn't have come as a surprise to Victor that he'd missed Yuuri the second he'd set foot into the plane to Russia.

His apartment, once the only place he'd felt safe from photographers and fans alike, had suddenly become too empty and too silent. And Victor had found himself more often than not listening for a door being opened or soft steps falling onto the wooden floor only to be disappointed when he realized that his mind was playing tricks on him.

Yuuri's presence had sunken deep into Victor's consciousness, having him around came to him as naturally as breathing and the sudden lack thereof had left Victor longing for something he hadn't known he would miss until he'd spent the first night alone in what was supposed to be his home.

But who was he kidding?

Home had long since become the place wherever Yuuri was. Home was not a location or anything that could be pointed at on a map on the wall, home was a person. The very person right in front of Victor and he felt at peace for the first time in what seemed like forever to him.

He took a deep, slow breath, Yuuri's clean, fresh scent washing over him and filling him up, making him drunk on something entirely different than alcohol. He ran his hands down Yuuri's sides until they rested on his hips. The gesture leaving Yuuri with a slight shudder.

"What are you doing, Victor?", he asked, still standing in the doorframe and not daring to enter the room. They both knew that from today on this would also be Yuuri's room and that he held the same rights to it as Victor did, but Victor also knew his fiancé well enough to have a good guess at what was going on in his head. Yuuri was holding back.

"Appreciating that you're finally here", whispered Victor, soft lips pressed against Yuuri's black hair, his voice slightly muffled. He could of course take a step back, but right now he felt a lot more like giving into his urges to feel Yuuri.

He knew he could take this only so far without overwhelming his fiancé and as much as Victor would have liked to just skip the tour around their apartment and drag Yuuri onto that vast bed they'd now share, to have his way with him – it would probably be too much at the moment.

Even with them being engaged, sexuality was still a delicate matter. Yuuri had never been with anyone before, boy or girl and Victor somehow suspected that his precious little katsudon might in fact be demi sexual, thus he'd lacked any kind of experience when it came to sharing passion. Victor had done his best to teach him and make him forget about all his insecurities, but Yuuri being Yuuri of course still had issues when it came to intimacy.

He had of course gotten a lot more confident about his body and sexuality when mastering his eros theme and he was way beyond pretending to be either katsudon or a woman any longer, but dancing on the ice meant, Yuuri could put on a show. He might show their love to the whole wide world, but there remained a gap between him and his audience. A distance that gave him security. However, with Victor he had to tear down every last veil and open up completely, leaving him without anything left to hide.

For someone as closed up as Yuuri this meant a lot.

And Victor would always respect every part of his fiancé and not pressure him into anything. That meant, if he wanted to have sex with Yuuri, he would have to go about it a different way. Yuuri needed time to settle in and Victor would make him feel comfortable and safe before he made his move. And of course he would retreat if Yuuri told him to.

"I missed you…", Yuuri said, leaning back against Victor, pressing against his chest and cherishing his warmth that bled through Yuuri's shirt. The one he so desperately wanted to shed after wearing it during the long flight. He in general felt very much like showering, but he knew that Victor wanted to show him around at first. And that this meant a lot to Victor.

The way he walked and held his head told all about what he was feeling – proud to have Yuuri finally move into this apartment. He wanted to make this their perfect little nest, where they both felt relaxed and happy. Yuuri didn't have the heart to stop Victor in his excitement, not even for a hot shower.

Victor smiled happily, the fingers resting on Yuuri's hip holding a little tighter as he covered his shoulders in feather light kisses, applying pressure to the skin only for a split second. And Yuuri shuddered again, the feeling all too comfortable. Victor could be such a tease.

"I missed you, too", said Victor, voice low and serious. He didn't need to put on his overly excited face with Yuuri. It was of course a part of his personality, but over the years Victor had realised that people weren't interested in what he truly thought. The figure skater Victor Nikiforov was a highly artificial construct and with it came the omnipresent excitement and cheerfulness. The real Victor was a very different person and Yuuri had gotten his first glimpse at him that day at the beach in Hasetsu.

At the time, Victor had still felt a bit strange coming to Japan all of a sudden, but had started to slowly open up to the boy he'd met at the banquet after the Grand Prix Final. That day he'd realized that Yuuri wasn't one of his fans who only cared for the happy Victor, who shared a photo with them or gave them an autograph. Yuuri wanted to know the man behind that mask and Victor had slowly dropped it.

Ever since, Yuuri had seen him at his best and at his worst and loved him still.

Because really, even if they hadn't voiced the words yet, what else but love could this be? They'd slept in the same bed for weeks before Victor's departure and they'd even had sex with each other, and Yuuri really was the last person to have a 'fling' or something. With him, it was total commitment or nothing.

And Victor had known that all along.

"Do you like it? The bedroom I mean", Victor added, relaxing against Yuuri and closing his eyes. He knew he would eventually have to let go of him, if he wanted to show Yuuri the rest of the apartment, but it wouldn't do any harm to just stay like this a few seconds longer.

"Yeah… I do… it's amazing…", Yuuri whispered, his gaze gliding over the well-chosen furniture, until he spotted an area on a shelf in the far corner of the room, where Victor's trophies were on display. However, they looked like they'd recently been pushed together to make them fit into one half of the shelf, leaving the other side unoccupied. "What happened to your trophies?", he asked a little surprised.

Yuuri himself had never cared very much about his own trophies, always handing them to his mum to decorate whatever room she wanted to with them, but then again, he'd never won anything significant. Victor on the other hand had won every price there was, including Olympic Gold.

"I made room for yours of course", Victor said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but Yuuri suddenly turned in his arms, looking at him like he'd just seen a ghost; his eyes wide and his expression priceless.

"What?", he squealed, hands pressed against his mouth and cheeks already going pink.

Victor tilted his head to the side, looking a bit like a confused puppy. "Something wrong with that, Yuuri?", he asked and the innocence of his words and voice made Yuuri's heart constrict painfully. It was so easy to forget how pure Victor could be at times. He might come across as a flirt or even playboy, but he also had this other side to him. This very naïve side that reminded Yuuri so strongly of a child and only added to how much Yuuri loved Victor.

"Yes… no… I mean…", he trailed off, his forehead resting against Victor's collarbone. What was he gonna say? 'I don't have anything to be proud of'? Well, he did… but what would the two Grand Prix silver medals look like next to Victor's grand collection of all kinds of golds?

Victor sensed Yuuri's distress and furrowed his brows. He'd expected his student-slash-fiancé to be happy about his achievements so far and he'd won a lot of trophies and medals in Japan. Victor had seen them decorating most of the rooms back in Hasetsu. "Yuuri…", he said, the 'u' a bit longer than necessary to get his attention.

Brown eyes met piercing blue ones and Victor held Yuuri's gaze with a warm smile on his lips. "This is about your achievements as much as it is about mine".

"What kind of achievements?", asked Yuuri, and it was obvious that he wasn't talking about Victor's but rather his own, or the lack thereof (the imagined lack!).

"Yuuri…", Victor said again, this time sounding even a bit upset, as if he took Yuuri's lack of appreciation personally. The innocence from moments ago was gone now and Victor knew that he had again dug up parts of Yuuri's mental problems. The part where everything he'd achieved in his life couldn't be that great, because otherwise he wouldn't have made it that far.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Yuuri was exceptionally good at what he did, he just couldn't see himself that way. Victor furrowed his brows again, before slowly leading Yuuri into the room. He wanted to try something he hadn't done so far, but maybe it was time for it now.

"V- Victor… what are you doing?", Yuuri asked, turning in his boyfriend's grasp to see where they were going.

Victor just smiled, his expression schooled and unreadable. He wouldn't tell Yuuri what he was up to, to keep him from building up his shields before they'd even started. Instead, he gently pushed him further into the room, his hands holding slender hips in a tight but not bruising embrace.

They walked a little awkwardly like this, but Victor didn't care. He had a purpose, not only as Yuuri's coach but also as his fiancé – as the person who cared the very most about him and to whom Yuuri's happiness was as essential as his own. They were bound to each other, the rings being the visible proof of their commitment.

Victor didn't know if it surprised Yuuri, but if it did, he kept it to himself, when they ultimately stopped in front of the full body mirror. Victor was well aware of the effect a mirror could have – everything on open display with nowhere to hide and for someone as private as Yuuri he imagined it to be quite challenging, but also very beneficial if one got over the first reluctance.

Ocean blue eyes travelled down Yuuri's body, taking in every curve and line, every shadow and every dip, making him feel exposed in a way that even lying naked beneath Victor couldn't accomplish. He couldn't hide from that penetrating gaze and no matter how much he wished to just disappear right now, he knew Victor wouldn't let him. Not out of spite of course, but because he wanted to make a point here. A point Yuuri couldn't see yet.

Silky lips travelled up Yuuri's neck, until they rested against the sensitive spot right behind his ear, puffing hot breath against still slightly cool skin. They hadn't been inside for very long, had they?

"What do you see?", Victor whispered, the touch of his mouth ghosting over the shell of Yuuri's ear, making him shiver in all the best ways at the sensation. Had he really forgotten how overwhelming Victor could be at times? His ever prominent presence looming over Yuuri like a pair of dark protective wings.

"You? Me?", he asked, not sure what to make of the question. All he could see was the two of them, with Victor's arms wrapped around Yuuri's waist, his chest pressed against Yuuri's back and their eyes meeting though the reflection of the mirror; Victor's oh so blue eyes glimmering with a hint of gold in the afternoon light that fell through the windows.

Victor sighed a little, pressing his lips more firmly against Yuuri's skin for a second. "What else?", he asked, determined to make Yuuri see what everyone else - what Victor – saw whenever he looked at him. This beautiful, perfect man who swept into his life to steal his heart and then flew away with it all the way to Japan and made Victor chase him down.

"I… I don't know… what you're hinting at…", Yuuri answered, his voice a little too high-pitched and his eyes lowered to the ground as if he wanted to escape Victor's smouldering gaze.

"Who do you see? And don't tell me your name now. Tell what makes you, you", Victor said, trying a different approach. He knew perfectly well of Yuuri's issues, as his coach he'd spent nine months fighting them, but this was the first time as Yuuri's fiancé.

"I'm… Katsuki Yuuri, I'm 24 years old, from Japan…", Yuuri huffed and stopped. "Really Victor, why are we doing this?", there was slight bit of annoyance vibrating in Yuuri's voice and it made Victor smile. Annoyance was a sign that Yuuri was relaxing, opening up, which to be honest wasn't something you could just take for granted given that he'd just moved to a country half a world away from his home.

"Okay, let's stop with you for now, and tell me what you see when you look at me", resting his chin on Yuuri's shoulder, Victor looked at him in the mirror, dark brows drawn together in the middle, lips pressed into a thin line for a second, before he parted them to give an answer.

"Victor Nikiforov, best figure skater in living memory, world record holder, my idol for as long as I can remember (Yes, he really said that because who was he fooling, they both knew it to be true, didn't they?), Olympic champion, living legend, my coach… my…", Yuuri paused, but Victor sensed that he wasn't done yet and kept quiet, waiting for Yuuri to say whatever it was he struggled with. "My fiancé", he finally said, breath shaking slightly and closing his eyes for a moment, as if he couldn't believe he'd really just said that out loud.

"Well, that's a lot of things", Victor replied sounding unimpressed when in reality he of course was. Even Victor fucking Nikiforov felt flattered by this much praise in one sentence. Now all he had to do was make Yuuri see that he was nothing short of amazing himself. "Now, can you tell me something about you as well?".

"Victor I really don't see the point in this", Yuuri said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Victor could tell that he wanted to escape from the situation, but he wouldn't let him. Not yet anyway. He slowly ran his hands up Yuuri's sides, holding him firmly in place.

"Okay, let me try. Katsuki Yuuri, Japan's best figure skater, world record holder, idol for a lot of young skaters all over the world, won silver at the Grand Prix Final, most delicious katsudon in the world…", Yuuri chuckled at this, because really, only Victor could say something this silly with a straight face. "… and most importantly, my beautiful fiancé", he finished, his hands on either side of Yuuri's arms now, palms pressed against soft fabric, making the warmth of his hands bleed though Yuuri's shirt and seep into his skin.

Yuuri blushed while looking at their reflection, opening his mouth in what Victor guessed would be an objection, but before he even got the chance to say anything, Victor had spun him around, away from the mirror, until they stood in front of each other, Victor's long, delicate index finger pressed against Yuuri's chapped lips to silence him.

"Now, I don't want you to ever question your achievements again. They are no less impressive than mine, especially that you broke my record in the Free Program, are we understood?", Victor said, his lips so close that Yuuri could feel hot breath fanning over his skin. Those hypnotic eyes held him captive, like a caged bird unable to fly until a door was opened to set him free.

"Yeah… we are…", he answered, feeling a little overwhelmed by all the things Victor had just listed, making it sound far more impressive than Yuuri could ever believe it to be. Or… was Victor right? Were Yuuri's achievements really this great? He did after all break Victor's old record. And if he claimed that to be worth nothing, wouldn't he also simultaneously diminish Victor's accomplishments?

Yuuri raised his hand and closed it around Victor's wrist, pulling the finger away from his lips; warm, brown eyes now fixed on the man in front of him. He had no reason to avert his gaze, no reason to feel small in his presence and he finally caught onto what Victor wanted to tell him, by having him watch them in the mirror.

They were equals. They met on common ground now or rather on the same ice. Not only as figure skaters, but also as lovers. And that was exactly why Victor had moved his trophies aside and made room for Yuuri's. They were at eye level on the ice as much as off. As competitors as much as as lovers. And the realization struck Yuuri like a lightning bolt, setting his world on fire.

Victor smiled and watched the different expression having their way on Yuuri's handsome features as realization dawned on him and before he knew what was happening, slender arms were wrapped around his neck and the very same lips he'd touched mere seconds ago were pressed to his.

Little bubbles of happiness were popping in Victor's chest, filling him with a strange kind of joy, one he hadn't known before he'd met Yuuri.

Love and Life.

It wasn't that Victor had never been with anyone before, he'd had flings, hell he'd even been in a relationship once, many years ago with girl at the time. And she's been kind and sweet and maybe all anyone could wish for, but all Victor had cared about was skating. Or… at least he'd cared about the ice more than he'd ever cared about her and at some point she'd walked out on him, unable to cope with him being more focused on the next competition than on her.

He couldn't blame her, but it had hurt like a bitch at the time and Victor hadn't been open for true commitment ever since. All he had had, were short flings with people whose names he never bothered to learn much less to remember, never once taking one of them to his apartment but meeting them in hotel rooms and leaving as soon as the deed was done.

For some time, he'd wondered, if he might be unable to commit himself fully to a person and start a real relationship. But here he was, being kissed in the middle of his bedroom, where he'd never taken anyone but Makkachin, by none other than his fiancé. The one person he felt like he'd been waiting for his entire life.

This beautiful man going by the name of Katsuki Yuuri, who loved Victor not for his fame, achievements or looks, but for his dorkiness, his forgetfulness and all the other little flaws that most people didn't want to see, because it would only shatter whatever wrong image of him they'd formed in their heads.

"Now, I really want to show you the bathroom. I have a very nice apartment, can't have you not appreciate it", Victor said, back to his cheerful mood a heartbeat after they broke apart and Yuuri shook his head because no one he knew could go from serious to silly in two seconds flat like Victor did.

Yuuri laughed, leaning against Victor's chest and puffing hot breath though the woolen fabric of his sweater. "Ready when you are", he said, looking up at him with a smile and Victor nodded and took Yuuri's hand to lead him out of the bedroom and into the bath.

Victor didn't care about much when it came to an apartment, he didn't spend this much time at home anyways (something that would change from now on), but the bathroom was the one thing he was rather picky about, because whenever he came back home either from a long day of practice or from a competition, he would first take a long hot bath to relax is muscles and clear his head.

Yakov had of course known about this one important point when it came to Victor's living arrangements and unsurprisingly, the bathroom was by far the most impressive room of all. With a tub made of black basalt and large enough for two people to fit in easily and still have room to stretch their legs. The tub sat neatly in the corner of the room, towered by frameless windows allowing a grand view over the city while soaking in hot water.

Yuuri could only imagine what it would feel like to float between the bubbles and see the stars and the skyline whenever he glanced out of the window. And really there was no way not to, as the vast windows stretched along the entire length of the wall the tub was attached to.

The room was filled with the scent of warm cinnamon and pine, smells Yuuri strongly connected to Victor because he used a shower foam called 'warm cinnamon nights' and it shouldn't surprise him that this room was practically drenched in it.

"Wow… that's… amazing", Yuuri said, walking into the room. He'd never seen a bath this vast, but then again he'd so far only lived with his parents and shared a cramped apartment with Pitchit during their time in Detroit.

Victor only smiled and leaned leisurely against one of the exclusive black marble sinks lining the wall opposite of the tub. The stone looked like something from a syfy movie, all smooth and black and traversed by delicate white veins. As if it had once been a living thing.

Yuuri ran his hand over the polished, flawless surface and stared at the contrast between flesh and stone. It was cold to the touch and despite its look absolutely even.

Blue eyes, bright with adoration watched Yuuri's every move. The fear that maybe all this was still too much for Yuuri loomed over Victor's head like the sword of Damocles. He wanted his Yuuri to feel comfortable and welcome and home here.

Contemplating on what to do next and maybe distract Yuuri from overthinking the whole situation, Victor raised his hand, his index finger pressed against his lips in what was his usual 'thinking pose' and Yuuri would recognize this gesture everywhere. He turned towards his fiancé and furrowed his brows questioningly.

"What are you thinking about?", he asked, stepping closer, entering Victor's personal space without even thinking about it, which was in itself a compliment beyond words, because Victor knew Yuuri well enough to know that he would never step over boundaries easily.

"How about a bath?", Victor said and flashed Yuuri a heart shaped smile. He wasn't really sure if that was indeed needed, but with Yuuri things could always take a surprising turn and with him usually trying to hide his anxiety, Victor decided to be rather safe than sorry. And taking a bath together was something they'd done plenty. It was familiar safe ground to tread upon.

Yuuri bit his bottom lip and looked around. It really was a tempting thought to get into that tub with Victor and watch the sunset over the city through those windows. And why shouldn't he do it? There was nothing to hide between them and a few weeks apart sure as hell hadn't pulled up a wall that separated them out of nowhere. Victor shouldn't have to ask Yuuri for this and it bugged Yuuri that he did feel the need to do so. He should just walk over and start undressing him, instead of gaining his permission to do… well… anything.

But maybe Yuuri had been rather tense at the beginning of their relationship and that said, he'd never been with anyone before much less lived with them. Maybe this was Victor trying to give him all the space he needed in case it all got too much. It wasn't needed however, Yuuri had quickly come to the conclusion that he belonged with Victor and there was nothing to feel anxious about with him. So, instead of voicing his answer, he closed the remaining gap between them and kissed Victor almost playfully before breaking away and moving over to the tub, making sure that his hip indeed were swaying as he walked.

Stupid Victor… always asking…, he thought, a very un-yuuri-ish smirk appearing on his lips as he leaned over the tub and turned the water on.

Victor chuckled softly. He did like his katsudon spicy to be honest. Seeing Yuuri's sassy side, the one Victor had always known to there, but Yuuri had kept hidden for quite some time at the beginning of their student-coach-relationship, was admittedly a major turn on. And the way those hips moved made Victor grow hot for a reason that had nothing to do with the hot water running from the faucet.

It didn't surprise Yuuri when strong arms closed around his frame and experienced fingers slowly opened the buttons of his shirt while warm lips ran along his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses as they went. Victor really didn't stand a chance when Yuuri turned his charms on, but he probably didn't even try to resist the temptation.

"Yuuri…", he whispered, lips curling into a fond smile against warm skin and the u prolonged in a way that was so typically Victor that it made Yuuri's heart flutter for a brief moment.

He turned in Victor's embrace and captured his lips in a sweet kiss, hands boldly finding their way under Victor's sweater, to feel the flawless skin hidden beneath the fabric.

Yuuri had, to be honest, always been a sucker for Victor's abs. The feel of them, hard and defined but not overly so, under his fingertips made his lower regions stir with interest. He pressed his palm flat against the toned muscles, the heat of Victor's skin burning hot against Yuuri's cold fingers. He really should have brought gloves.

Exhaling sharply, Victor closed his eyes. Yuuri's touch was bliss and agony at the same time. "We absolutely need to get you into this tub".

A breathless chuckle escaped Yuuri's lips. It was all so much. He still couldn't believe that he'd really just moved in with Victor; like his brain was too slow to comprehend. But he also couldn't help the pleasant shudder that ran down his spine at the mere thought of getting into that luxurious tub with Victor.

Victor leaned in, whispering sweet nothingness into Yuuri's ear, as he slid the now open shirt over his shoulders, exposing bare skin to the light of the late afternoon sun. They'd shared many moments in naked companionship, but none of them had been like this.

The onsen back at Hasetsu had been like a small enclosure, hidden away from prying eyes and effectively also shutting out a lot of sunshine. Especially since Victor and Yuuri had taken most of their baths in the evening with not much light anyway.

Now there was nowhere to hide, no deep shadows to cover Yuuri's naked chest while Victor's gaze ran over him, hungry, possessive, devouring. And Yuuri shivered with all the pleasure of someone being eaten alive by those vivid blue eyes.

Soft thumbs found their way down Yuuri's chest, only briefly stopping to play with his nipples until they descended further down, touching every last inch of skin, feeling the smooth plains and ripped contours burning hot beneath cold fingertips, as they followed the incredibly sexy v-line that disappeared inside Yuuri's pants.

"You're still wearing far too much", Victor said, his voice a grumble from deep inside his chest, a promise of all the wonderful things he would do to Yuuri once he had him out of those constricting clothes.

Long fingers painfully slowly opened the zipper, the sound of metallic teeth springing free loud and dirty and oh so alluring in Yuuri's ears despite the cascading water gushing from the faucet. The temperature seemed to suddenly spike and it was only now that Yuuri realized he was half hard already from nothing but Victor's eyes and the barely-there touch of his thumbs.

And Victor of course knew exactly what kind of effect he could have on someone, his beautiful lips turning into a half smirk as his eyes dropped down to where he was just now freeing Yuuri from the last of his clothes, shoving them down slender legs until they pooled on the floor, forgotten and forsaken by both men as soon as Victor closed the remaining gap between them, bringing their bodies flush together.

"Don't you want to undress me, Yuuri?", he teased, fingers tracing the line of Yuuri's jaw with a touch so light it could have been imagination as Victor watched the expression on the other man's face change. Yuuri didn't need to hold back, he'd mastered his eros well enough to have Victor Nikiforov wrapped around his finger.

"Oh, I want to do a lot more to you than just undress you", Yuuri replied, bold now with a confidence that he'd lacked most of his life, but found ever more often now with this strange, wonderful man at his side.

Victor smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth, as fingers, once clumsy and awkward but now steady and determined in their course, shoved his sweater up and yanked it off him with practiced ease. All too vividly did Victor remember Yuuri's first attempts at this, with shaking hands and his face flushed red. Now there was nothing but that smouldering gaze taking in everything Victor had to offer with a naturalness that made Victor's head swim.

He couldn't resist the urge to run his thumb over Yuuri's bottom lip, tugging slightly at it, like he'd done so shortly after coming to Hasetsu, when he'd first taught Yuuri about eros. The chapped skin was rough to the touch and yet so vulnerable. And Yuuri showed just how much he'd changed and learned since their meeting all those months back, when he parted his lips and darted his tongue out, running it over the salty tip, before taking the digit knuckle deep into his mouth.

Brown eyes alight with a fire Victor had never seen quite like this before, held his gaze, while Yuuri opened the buckle of his belt with a metallic click and made short work of the annoying garments until there was no barrier left between them. And it was glorious.

Victor swallowed hard. Yuuri's tongue was still teasing his thumb, running along the length and swirling around it, the mischief in those dark eyes telling Victor that Yuuri knew fully well that Victor would have preferred those lips and tongue to play with a part of his body that most certainly wasn't his thumb.

"If you don't get into that tub in the next ten seconds, I'm going to have my way with you right here on the floor", Victor half threatened, half challenged. He knew Yuuri wasn't someone to ever back down, accepting whatever life threw at him even if it was a figure skating legend with very thin patience.

A laugh all hot breath and slight panting escaped Yuuri's lips as he released Victor's thumb with a low plopp and turned on the spot, not spending any view on his fiancé as he walked over to the tub, turned off the water and got into the bubbles with movements so inviting and yet teasing it made Victor believe he would cum from just watching.

How could anyone sway their hips like that?

Chapter 2 End

to be continued…

Haha, I know I'm mean to cut things off like this, but I'm always way too wordy when it comes to smut and I didn't want this chapter to be 8k long. I'm still trying to get a grip at their personalities, because really there's just sooo much to those two! So please have mercy on me! Anyway, I'd be happy if you told me what you think about the chapter. And if you want to read the smut, just stay tuned!