[Yuuri pauses in the middle of nibbling at the pastry to arch a brow at Viktor, feeling a little amused himself as well as the familiar flush of warmth across his cheeks.]
Viktor, you put on lip balm for me at the local Championships. And you kissed my skates on live television at the Rostelecom Cup. I'm pretty sure you could get away with anything at this point.
[Not to mention there was that really risque picture of them that Phichit posted to instagram. Though he's gotten used to Viktor spontaneous displays of affection by now, it still makes Yuuri squirm to think about these things sometimes.]
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[Yuuri pauses in the middle of nibbling at the pastry to arch a brow at Viktor, feeling a little amused himself as well as the familiar flush of warmth across his cheeks.]
Viktor, you put on lip balm for me at the local Championships. And you kissed my skates on live television at the Rostelecom Cup. I'm pretty sure you could get away with anything at this point.
[Not to mention there was that really risque picture of them that Phichit posted to instagram. Though he's gotten used to Viktor spontaneous displays of affection by now, it still makes Yuuri squirm to think about these things sometimes.]