Chris chuckled as Victor removed himself from Chris’ and Georgi’s arms, clumsily wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Yuuri stumbled back slightly, getting a good grip on the drunk Victor before him. Victor pressed a tipsy smile into Yuuri’s neck as Chris helped him get seated on the couch. The older man was reluctant to let go of his lover before Yuuri finally pulled him off.
His face flush from the many drinks shared at the bar to celebrate Georgi’s engagement. Yuuri nodded at them in thanks, motioning Victor’s drunken state.
“Ah, thank you for bringing him home.” Yuuri smiled at them both. “I’m sure he was a lot to handle.”
“Nothing we aren’t used too.” Chris replied with chuckle. “I’m surprised he got more wasted then both of us combined.”
Yuuri shrugged, holding his curiousity back. “I don’t know, he doesn’t drink often.”
Both men bid their goodbyes and Yuuri crossed his arms, staring at the night of Victor. The older man blinked lazily, his eyes catching Yuuri’s own and a smile spread wide on his face.
“Yuuri! I missed you,” Victor slurred, a hiccup released from his mouth.
A sigh fell from Yuuri’s lips, glancing at the bathroom door.
“Alright, lets get you cleaned up.” Yuuri replied, using his strength to hold Victor up and lead him to the bathroom.
They stumble along the way with Victor’s terrible balance and ability to focus on anything but Yuuri’s right ear. Managing to reach the bathroom, the younger man sat Victor on the toilet and started the shower.
“Oo, are you going to join me?” Victor purred softly, grinning the cheeky way he would if he was sober.
“If I didn’t, you’d fall.” Yuuri replied normally, reaching towards him and removing his shirt.
Victor allowed him to undress him without another word, once he was naked; Yuuri got rid of his own clothes and helped Victor in the shower. He placed him under the water first, holding him steady at the water hit in head and Victor quickly shut his eyes.
“Yuuri,” Victor said with a smile. “I want to marry you.”
It was Yuuri’s turn to stumble, he grasped Victor’s arms tightly in surprise. Trying to hold himself up from slipping at the confession.
“Ah, Victor. You’re drunk, it’s okay—“
“No! I wanna marry Yuuri.”
Victor pouted, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to marry you when I’m sober!”
Yuuri felt Victor grasp his hand and move from the water, their eyes staring into each other. He held up his right hand carefully and kissed his ring finger.
“I want to put a ring here,” Victor stated confidently.
Yuuri grinned, “It’s my other hand.”
Dropping his hand, Victor picked up the other and kissed the ring finger just as lovingly the first time around.
“I want to put a ring here and marry you over and over and over again.”
Despite Victor being drunk on his ass, Yuuri smiles fondly at him. He reached up his open hand and caressed Victor’s cheek. Catching the water droplets from his chin and hummed.