How about some VicChri and "Take what you need" ... Make it as explicit as you want!! *Waggles eyebrows*
Fictober Day 5 - Vichris (YOI) - 500 words - (mostly) SFW
Sorry diamond! I’m doing Vichris tomorrow too and that one will be more explicit, so keep an eye out!
Chris knocked on the door to Viktor’s hotel room. He waited, then knocked again. Viktor was normally far more responsive than this.
Finally, the door opened to a sniffling Viktor, his cheeks streaked with tears. Chris’s mouth dropped open. His gorgeous long hair was gone, the ends all at different lengths.
Viktor burst into tears once Chris walked in and shut the door. “I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t sure what to say. “What happened?”
“I couldn’t take it any longer.”
Chris bit his lip. “What do you mean?”
Viktor stared at himself in the floor mirror next to the dresser and wiped his eyes. “I’m done being the World-Famous Perfect Junior. I’m an adult. It was time for a change.”
“Right.” Chris ran his fingers through his own curly hair. “Why are you upset?”
“I can’t cut my own hair for shit. Chris, help!” Viktor thrust a pair of scissors at him.
After dodging the pointed part, he took the scissors from Viktor and walked him to the bathroom. Chris wasn’t very skilled at cutting hair but he could make it look better than it was now.
As he snipped off the worst bits of Viktor’s hair a style began to emerge. He could give Viktor an emo look. Chris always thought Viktor would look amazing with hair covering one of his eyes.
Viktor stared at Chris as he worked through each side of his hair. “I like it.”
“You don’t need to keep it like this but it’s a start.” Chris paused. “What will Yakov do?”
He laughed bitterly. “Probably ban me from the rink for a week. We’re going to have to completely rework my program without my hair.”
Chris shook his head. “Nonsense. You know you shouldn’t rely on your hair to tell the story.”
Viktor gave a noncommittal grunt.
“Alright. What do you think?” Chris brushed some flyaway strands off Viktor’s shoulders.
“It’s good.” Viktor rubbed the back of his head. “It feels weird.”
“No kidding. It’s shorter than you’ve had it in ages, right?”
Viktor nodded. “It was time for a change.”
Chris rested his hand on Viktor’s shoulder and squeezed. “You do look more mature.”
“Do I?” Viktor’s eyes flashed and he stood, leaning his weight into Chris.
He took the opportunity to run his hands down Viktor’s chest, feeling his muscles beneath his clothes. “You’re just as fucking gorgeous as you were an hour ago.”
Viktor let out a gasp as Chris pressed a wet kiss to his neck. Chris liked the easier access to his skin. “Take what you need, Christophe.”
Chris didn’t know how Viktor managed to switch from hysterical to aroused so quickly but he couldn’t complain. He made quick work of Vikor’s clothes and stared at his beauty. Viktor’s body was no longer hidden by hair. Instead, Viktor’s body was on full display, unmasked, open, vulnerable.
He led Viktor to the bed. He had every intention of showing Viktor just how perfect he was, with or without his signature locks.