this is a bday present for phyxie!! i hope you had a really nice birthday 💖
Yuuri’s lips are wine-stained, heady; kissing him is intoxication all on its own. Viktor never wants to stop touching him, not even as he feels Yuuri tugging against the collar of his shirt and the length of his tie.
“Darling, do you know how long I’ve waited?” Yuuri’s voice is husky against the shell of his ear, velvet and soft like his fingertips dancing across Viktor’s cheek. Viktor pulls back a little, quirking an eyebrow as if daring him to go on. Yuuri’s smile is a splash of vivacious, mischievous red. “From the moment you had to leave my bed last week all the way to now…”
“Were you lonely?” Viktor wonders amusedly, warmth curling in his gut as Yuuri lays scarlet lip marks across the tips of his fingers, drawing them into his pretty little mouth with languid skill. The burlesque dancer looks up at him through his lashes in a way that makes him feel like he’s the one without any clothes on.
“Even in the most crowded of nights,” Yuuri admits after a moment. “I look for you at every show.”
Viktor clears his throat, for lack of anything better to say. “I wish I could have been there,” he replies. Yuuri smiles.
