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“What?”

“His parents own this hot springs place and you’re not supposed to wear a swimsuit.”

“You were naked at his parents’ house.”

Victor rolls on the bed, props himself up on his elbow, and cradles the phone between his shoulder and his ear to pet Makkachin. “It’s not what it sounds like…”

Chris scoffs. “Well, enlighten me then?”

“I was just taking a dip and then I saw someone arrive and it was him.”

“What did you do?”

“I stood up and I said I wanted to be his coach.”

“How high was the water?”

“Not high enough.”

“just once,” they whisper, and it takes all of yuuri's  strength to resist giving in. “please, my  love… I must have you, lest I go mad with want.”

“we can't—" 

yuuri kisses those promiscuous lips, aches with his own suppressed desire, but he cannot consent to this.  he cannot offer his virtue so freely, but not for the lack of devotion – for far is he from being immune to the prince’s charm – yet for a reason that is beyond his control: the lashings of people’s tongues and the consequences to his family. the latter far more weighty on his heart than victor was willing to understand, since he cared none about his reputation.

"my yuuri, my sweetest,” the prince of all that this country owns begs, and yuuri’s resolve shakes in its foundations at the desperate need in his voice. “what will it take? what can I do to promise you my heart, my soul? all that I can give you, I would in a heartbeat, should you only ask for it. so, please, tell me what to say, what to do, because I cannot stand the thought of having you this close, but never truly having you at all.”

“trust in these words, your highness, because they come true straight from the very depths of my aching heart — I want nothing more than to be with you,” yuuri confesses on a stolen breath. “day after day, night after night, for you already occupy my every dream and every waking moment; the thoughts of you, they are impossible to resist for someone as weak as me.”

the silver hair between his fingers feels like fine silken sheets, and yuuri tugs on it like one would in a bout of passion laced with desperation. he moans when victor’s hips grind against him in reply to his need, and sweet, sweet fire tingles between his legs. it almost makes him agree to anything, everything — only to have victor here and now, and forever.

“but we cannot,” yuuri gasps, trashing his head away, squeezing his eyes shut, his thighs together. “we can’t, your highness. what would people say? my parents? lord be my witness, I want you with every part of my body, but we can’t.”

Skating out to meet him, Victor rested his hands on his hips, and he looked. Because all he could do was look. It had been months, he had been here for months, and still all he could do was look. But for now, that would have to be enough. Because he couldn’t scare Yuuri away, he couldn’t. If getting any closer than looking would scare Yuuri, he would hold himself back. He would wait. 

“You look frustrated, Yuuri. You’re supposed to be skating about your love, not about the death of an army in the winter.”

But he could get closer, right? He had done that before. So he did, Victor slid ever so much closer, a hand resting on his hip. 

“I know.” Yuuri sighed running a hand through his damp hair. “I just- I don’t know. I can’t get into the right headspace today.”

“I’ve noticed.” Victor agreed, because Yuuri had seemed frustrated all day, too, not just now. He racked his mind for what he could say to help. For a moment, they were silent, Yuuri staring at his skate and Victor staring at Yuuri. 

Maybe… Victor slid closer, and closer still, until Yuuri looked up at him again, and their skates almost touched. Maybe. Maybe I can… touch him too? Because hadn’t he done that, too? He had touched Yuuri before, casually, a little more flirtatiously in the beginning before he had dialed it down. But now. Now, they were closer than they had been at the beginning. Maybe, just maybe, he could touch him again. Just a little. 

“Yuuri,” he began, resting a hand on his shoulder. Yuuri’s eyes widened, causing Victor to stiffen. But he didn’t pull away. “You’re too focused on the stats, aren’t you? I’ve heard you all week, talking to yourself about the points, and the competition. Is that why you’re so frustrated?” Yuuri nodded. So it was as he had thought.

Bringing his other hand up, he rested it on Yuuri’s other shoulder. Because now he can, he knows that doing it is safe. It won’t make Yuuri run. “Think about who you love, Yuuri. Think about your family, Minako, and Phichit. Think about Celestino. You love them all, right? They’re who your program is about. Don’t let them get lost in the logistics of your skate. They ARE your skate, Yuuri.”

Another nod. Good. Victor was working in the right direction. Subconsciously, or perhaps he had meant to, he wasn’t sure, but either way, Victor’s hands had come closer, one ending up on the back of Yuuri’s neck, tugging him fractionally closer, and he could feel how soft Yuuri’s hair was, even dampened by sweat. 

“Think…” he took a deep breath, the hand still on Yuuri’s shoulder squeezing briefly. “Think about me, too. About your love for me, and my love for you, too.” He could feel himself blush at his indirect confession. 

And his hands were resting on Yuuri’s cheeks now, and they were so close. All Victor could think about was he’s right here, I could kiss him, but I can’t. I can’t kiss him. But God do I want to. His eyes flicked down to Yuuri’s lips and back to his eyes, catching for a second on the bridge of his nose, which had turned pink at some point.

“And-um…” He tried to say, but his words were failing as his brain focused on how close they were, and how much they were touching, and if he leaned in just two inches then their lips would touch.

But he can’t. He wants to and he can’t and isn’t that the most frustrating thing ever? Victor had arrived in Japan so ready to be with Yuuri, and here he found out that Yuuri was different away from banquets and crowds. Here he was quieter, he was so much more reserved, and he had only just stopped flinching when Victor got close. But he was just as sweet, and kind, and everything Victor could have ever dreamed of, and they had been getting so much closer. It had been a while since that day at the beach where Yuuri had flipped Victor’s world upside down for the fourth time since they met. 

As they got closer, as Yuuri stopped flinching so hard, Victor had found himself falling so much harder, so much faster, and it felt like he would never stop. He didn’t know if he ever wanted to.

But those thoughts are old-hat. After oh-so-many hours laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling late at night, he had run these thoughts over and over in his mind. He still didn’t have an answer. But then again, he didn’t really have a question either.

Here, though. Here and now. He had Yuuri’s cheeks in his hands, and Yuuri’s hands hovered near his hips, and he knew, he knew, he had seen Yuuri look at his lips too, but he had ended up enraptured with Yuuri’s eyes. Because when was he ever not? He could wax poetic about his eyes. And his lips. His skating, his personality, everythi-

And then every single thought stopped as he felt a gentle pressure on his lips, and Yuuri’s eyes were closed and closer, and he was kissing him. He felt as though he had ascended. 

When Yuuri pulled back, it felt like it had only been a second since he leaned in, and he was so much more red than before.

“I…. Um…” Yuuri’s hands were on his hips, his eyes were wide, and his lips had just been on Victor’s. But he was speaking now, so Victor tried his best to listen through the running haze of Yuuri kissed me, he KISSED me. I was kissed by Yuuri. I felt his lips, and I want more. “Was that okay?” Yuuri whispered, his grip tightening just a little before relaxing again. He looked so obviously anxious and Victor smiled and leaned in again, just really quickly, though he knew he wanted to linger.

“More than.”

Closer.

Yuuri smiled back, though a little shakily. But he, too, started to move closer. Until, eventually, wonderfully, their lips met again, and wow. Victor’s eyes slid shut as he allowed himself to feel, really, truly feel this kiss, and when had he allowed himself to do that? How many years had it been since he kissed with no other purpose than to feel lips against his own?

It was clear that Yuuri was still anxious, and they went no further than to press their lips together before pulling apart once again. For a while, they just stared at each other, matching dorky grins. 

Eventually, Yuuri broke the silence. “You… have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

And all Victor could do was laugh. He leaned forward, rested his head on Yuuri’s shoulder, reveled in the fact that he could. And he laughed. At the irony, at the ridiculousness, at how much he could relate, and how shocked he was.

“Why are you laughing?” Yuuri asked, and Victor could feel as Yuuri laughed too. 

“Because.” Victor said, straightening back up. “Because we’ve both been wanting this for so long. I’ve been wanting this for so long, Yuuri. And you beat me to it, and you asked if it was okay, and Yuuri.” Victor kissed his forehead. “Beautiful,” he kissed his nose, “wonderful,” his cheek, “crazy,” he kissed the corner of his mouth, “Yuuri.” One more kiss, on his lips this time, and Yuuri was a giggling mess. “I don’t know if you’ll ever understand exactly how okay  it is.”

Yuuri hid his face in his hands, Victor could see the blush on his ears, and he wanted to kiss him there, too. Because he finally could, and all of his thoughts had descended into I can kiss Yuuri. He will let me kiss him. He isn’t running. He kissed me. I can do it again. I want to kiss him again. We kissed. We might kiss again later.

Victor reached up and gently pried Yuuri’s hands from his face and tilted his head up to look at him again, and he got lost in his eyes again. But he remembered his words. “We are going to have to have a serious conversation about this, you know that, right?” Yuuri’s smile faded, slightly, and he nodded. “But later.” Victor said and kissed the corner of his mouth again. I can kiss him. “For now, we should probably finish practice.”

And for the first time in years, Victor giggled. Just slightly. But it made Yuuri’s entire expression light up, more than before, and that made him giggle again. 

Yuuri leaned up and kissed him. “We should definitely finish practice first.” He nodded, and pulled away. Victor couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, slightly, barely. He didn’t want the moment to end, and it had truly only been a moment. But it had been the best moment of his life. 

“After practice, Victor.” Yuuri said, giggling to himself. And Victor nodded to him. 

Normally, Yuuri didn’t mind. He loved drunk Victor. He loved how carefree he was, how much bigger his smile got, how he got ridiculously happy at the tiniest things - like the little apple juice box the club had given him when they had apparently had reached the limit on how many shots they could serve one person and had to turn them away. Victor loved that juice box.

Now, it scrunched lightly in Victor’s hand while he clumsily kicked his shoes off, gasping as his bare socks touched back on the snow covered ground.

It was a bad idea, Yuuri thought. It was freezing. It had only just stopped snowing. Victor was under dressed as it was for the sake of fashion but now stripping in the middle of their snowy apartment complex parking lot, Yuuri felt like he finally needed to say something.

“Victor,” he said, voice slower and clumsier than he remembered it to be. He was a little drunk too. “What are you-”

“Shh!”

Victor stumbled as he twisted round with his finger over his lips, giggling over his shoulder. Yuuri glanced around at the empty parking lot, blankly.

He didn’t know what Victor was doing. He’d just stopped in front of a random snow covered car, grinning and giggling about something Yuuri didn’t understand, and now he was picking up his shoes, pressing the soles into the snow on the hood of the car like someone had stood on it and-

“Th-they’ll think-” Victor cut himself off, slapping a hand over his mouth as he giggled loudly again.

Yuuri didn’t know what they would think…

He just watched, frowning as Victor staggered back into his shoes and picked up the juice box again, still giggling. He aimed the straw at the car, squeezing the box, and sprinkling yellow juice in messy splatterings over the white windshield.

With yellow staining the snow a pace higher than the widespread shoe imprints on the hood, it didn’t look like apple juice. It looked like-

Yuuri knew there was something he was forgetting but it hardly mattered as Victor stumbled back, one shoe still half hanging off. Yuuri slung an arm around his husband’s waist, catching him before he fell. A step back, Yuuri understood what the fiasco on the car looked like. He couldn’t help but laugh.

The next morning, Victor groaned incessantly. He wasn’t used to being hungover. Yuuri wasn’t used to seeing him so hungover, hugging his stomach and clinging to his coffee like his life depended on it.

“What did I do?” Victor moaned, fingers ruffling his unruly bangs.

Yuuri’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline - it wasn’t like Victor to get so drunk he couldn’t remember. That was usually Yuuri’s shtick.

He just handed Victor another mug of coffee, letting his husband wallow by the front window, watching the world go by outside. Suddenly though, Victor froze, neck craning and eyes squinting. He stared down at the parking lot.

yamamoto said she came up with grand plans for the movie while editing ep10, the only ep narrated by vitya

kubo retweeted her old art and added that looking at it now it reminds her of young vitya

the yoi museum has one full room dedicated to vitya’s past

continuing the first point, vitya is wearing an olympic medal in ep10

yamamoto got the phonecall that made yoi happen when she was in sochi watching the olympics

when asked about the movie, kubo and yamamoto said “wait for the olympics!!”

collab with mizuno aka the brand that made team japan olympic clothes

possibly quite a reach but suzaki/kihara skated to yuri on ice during the olympic season and in the olys as well

so, my theory for the movie:

it’s about yuuri’s first olympics with flashbacks to vitya’s first olympics. getting the right to use the olympic trademark is difficult and expensive as hell, so why not go all out? also the trailer had the tagline ‘’there’s a first time for everything’’ which could not only vitya’s, but their both first times competing in the olys. it could also be related to the very beginning of ep1 where yuuri says ‘’ever since i first saw his skating’’ etc!!

He opens his eyes. Victor’s eyes sparkle. Victor’s eyes beam with happiness. Victor has been waiting for this moment. Victor goes to a small, bottom drawer of one of the dressers in their bedroom, one of the ones Yuri never goes into, rifling through layers of expensive designer clothing. Yuri’s mind spins. What’s he been hiding there all these months? Bizarre Russia-only sex toys? Bondage gear? A whip?

Victor pulls out a hefty stack of papers. It’s a 300k Victor Nikiforov / Yuri Katsuki Victorian Regency slow burn RPF, ghost written by Victor Nikiforov, aka yurikatsukisoneandonlylover. His mouth is a heart in his beautiful face. “Read this aloud to me,” he says, breathless with desire.

100k and 10 hours of reading aloud later, Yuri looks up, confused.

“But do we even bang in this?” he says.

A pink-faced Victor Nikiforov holds a finger up to Yuri’s mouth.

Here are the main parts:

In the author’s experience, the 1-2-3 fingers ‘preparation’ thing that we all know and love (and happens in 99% of fics) isn’t done by gay men. It’s important to be relaxed and go slow, then take a minute to adjust - but the idea of ‘stretching’ with fingers isn’t recognised. (According to the author. There’s some fighting in the comments. He adds that written fingering is hot - it shouldn’t be wiped from fanfiction by any means - but it should instead be embraced as a pleasurable sex act of its own, rather than a mandatory stage of all anal sex ever.) 

Anal sex without preparation and lube isn’t actually going to cripple you. It’s commonly done, especially by long term partners, and frankly it can be part of the appeal.

I’m so guilty of this. I’m sorry, End Game Myc, I didn’t know. Continuing sex after the bottom has come is generally very unpleasant and uncomfortable. It’s also seen as bad etiquette and very selfish.

Cock rings don’t stop you coming. They prolong an erection, sometimes even after coming.

The prostate isn’t a ‘press for pleasure’ button. It doesn’t produce an immediate shower of stars. Like all sexual pleasure, it builds gradually and needs sustained stimulation.

Coming after two or three tugs of the cock shouldn’t be written as ‘standard’, even if the character has been on the edge for a while. It generally takes longer. Ten seconds is given as a ‘minimum’.

Male orgasm isn’t really heat - it’s pressure - and it’s located more in the groin than in the belly.

The slit at the end of a man’s cock isn’t that sensitive. The frenulum (underneath the head) is the sensitive bit. There’s also no large vein on the underside of a penis, and it certainly doesn’t swell up.

Apparently we can make more of a thing out of pre-come. It’s normal for there to be loads of it. (Hurray?)

There’s more discussion, personal experiences and arguing in the comments. 

Anuses don’t so much “stretch” as “dilate.” And if you’re experienced, you have some control over the muscle. I’ve even had anal sex without lube, and while I wouldn’t necessarily recommended that, it was not particularly painful and I certainly didn’t bleed or anything. There’s such a thing as rectal mucous. It’s not at all like vaginal lubrication, but a rectum isn’t totally dry. It definitely helped that my partner was uncircumcised (which will be true of most UK/European characters) and we weren’t using condoms. Foreskins reduce friction and condoms add it, so, I wouldn’t recommend unlubricated anal sex except in those circumstances.

So today is an exciting day!  It’s been exactly one year since I posted the first Nendos on Ice comic!  Woohoo!

I can’t believe how much my blog has grown since then.  Everyone on Tumblr has been so positive and supportive.  I read every comment, every reblog tag, and I recognize a lot of usernames that leave notes on my posts again and again.  I’ve made a lot of fandom friends, and I couldn’t be happier with where this blog has taken me.

I’ve also been extremely fortunate in my personal life.  I’m happy, I’m healthy, and I have a great job that I love.  I also got to travel to Japan twice this year, which was awesome.

So I thought, hey, let’s share the wealth.  As a way of saying thank you to everyone who’s supported me, I’m doing a giveaway of a few things I picked up on my travels!

Enough of the mushy stuff.  I know why you’re here.

The Prizes

The Victor Nendoroid

Includes: One Coach Victor Nikiforov Nendoroid, brand new and unopened One Stammi Vicino Victor charm

The Yuuri Nendoroid

Includes: One Casual Yuuri Katsuki Nendoroid One Yuuri with a riceball charm

The Tiny Phichit Merch Bundle

Includes: (1) Three long poster blind boxes.  Posters measure 73cm x 26cm.  I have opened them once before, and you could probably find out what’s in them if you knew where to look, but don’t you want to be surprised? (2) One skater silhouette water bottle (3) One Tiny Phichit keychain, for your own Yuuri Nendo (4) One Young Victor rubber charm (5) One Yuuri Pliestsky gold coin (6) One Yuuri Plisetsky at the beach standee (7) One podium family acrylic pin (8) One podium family acrylic charm (9) One clear acrylic ring with stills from the show on it (probably Yuri P., it’s hard to see through the plastic bag) and one chain that makes it into a necklace (10) One set of three can badges (11) Three square pins of the podium family in boxes (12) One set of four acrylic charms of the Grand Prix Finalists… and Victor

Disclaimer: All pieces of merch except for the Nendos were purchased secondhand, so nothing is new.  Even the Nendoroids have been sitting at my house for six months.  However, I would say everything in “Like New” condition.

Rules

-You must be 18 years or older to enter (idk how Tumblr expects me to verify that, but there it is) -You must be in the US, again because of Tumblr’s giveaway rules, although I’ve got a little something for my international followers here -You must be willing to give me your address, or else how will I send you your stuff? -You must be a follower of mine, since this giveaway is for people who are supporting me (new followers okay) -You cannot delete your blog on the 17th, like people are talking about doing.  I must be able to reach you on Tumblr after the giveaway ends -No giveaway blogs -No reblogging necessary, unless you want to

How to Enter

So here’s the cool part.  When you enter this contest, you get three entries that you can spread amongst the three prizes however you like.  If you want to put all three entries on Victor, go for it.  This way, the winners will get what they want.  I’d love it if the Nendos could to go to people who really want them or can’t afford them, rather than to someone who’d rather have the merch.

So to enter, just leave a comment on this post dictating where you want your entries to go.  This comment must be concise and clear. For example: “I would like two entries to go to the Yuuri Nendo and one to go to the merch bundle.” Nothing fancy.

This giveaway starts now and ends on December 28th at noon central time. The winners will be chosen at random and the results will be announced on January 1st, 2019.

Thanks again to everyone who has supported me in the last year.  It means so much.  I love you all!