#ashida

They don't like him⬆️

“I thought you might have stood me up.”

Animation from @captain-erwinmerica ‘s fanfic Money Shot.

It is a secret to no one that i'm a big fan of this fic and especially of Ashida's version of Victor, so i just had to animate one of my favorite reactions from him.

The first time Yuuri took his hat/veil off.

Versace On The Floor

The hotel room was empty by the time Yuuri arrived, he managed to cling on the marble counter in the kitchen to catch his breath from the nerves that were slightly building up. His left hand gripping the pale blue garmet bag tightly as he strolled into the bedroom that he knew they’d end up in the moment Victor walked through the door. Laying it out on the bed, the corner of Yuuri’s lip rose at the sight. The egregious feeling sat in the pit of his stomach when he found out that he missed Victor’s birthday by a couple months. Victor didn’t tell Yuuri until last month and they’ve already been seeing one another for almost a year now.

Yuuri was determined to make it up to the older man whether he liked it or not. Even if Victor owned suits that were in higher quality than the one he got made for him. The suit was a grey shade darker than Victor’s hair with a tie that was a deep blue color that happened to be Yuuri’s favorite color. The Versace suit was crisp and elegant, exactly what Victor is.

Elegant. Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect.

All the things Victor is will be showcased with this specific suit. The thought of Victor wearing it for others to see and not know where it came from sent a chill down his spine. The sense of proprietorial, his own way of marking Victor in the easiest way he could. No love bite or scratch would last longer than the suit that would cling to Victor’s body and carving it for others see what Yuuri sees. Poise and potent, the only man Yuuri would think he could fear if he truly tried.

Yuuri stared at the hidden gift longer than expected. He immediately snapped his head to the direction of the hotel room door. Walking out of the bedroom, his eyes landed on the man of the hour. Victor’s chin tilted up slightly the moment their eyes met and a smile full of confidence brightened the room. Victor quickly walked over to him, his hands going our his waist carefully to pull Yuuri’s body against his own.

“Yuuri,” Victor whispered in awe.

No one says his name the way Victor does, the way that makes his knees buckle and heart rate pick up. Yuuri’s hands slowly reached up to curl his hands gently around Victor’s neck to cup his soft skin that he couldn’t wait to leave the love bites across.

“You made it,” Yuuri murmured when their foreheads rested on one another.

Victor smiled wholeheartedly, “Always.”

Yuuri leaned in slowly to bring their lips together, the soft brush of the kiss began. Victor hummed soflty against his lips as they melted. They were weak for each other, neither of them spoke of it but they knew it. The kiss stayed steady before Yuuri pulled back slowly, his eyes fluttering open to find Victor already staring at him.

“I brought you a gift.”

“A gift?” Victor asked curiously when tightening his hold on him. “For what occasion?”

“It’s a belated birthday gift,” Yuuri replied, brushing Victor’s bangs from his face carefully.

Victor shook his head, “I don’t need a gift Yuuri.”

“Too late,” he grasped Victor’s hand and tugged him to the bedroom. “Come see it.”

The bedroom was left how he saw it, minus the garmet bag on the bed sheets that caught Victor’s attention the moment they walked in. Victor blinked, glancing at Yuuri before going towards the bag. The older man’s fingers danced across the zipper, opening the bag. They both fell their sight on the suit that Yuuri couldn’t wait to see on Victor.

“Yuuri..” Victor said surprised when turning his gaze towards him. “You didn’t have too.”

“I wanted too. I want to see you in it, can you put it on for me?”

Victor nodded quickly but brought his body to Yuuri, their silent agreement. They slowly removed the holsters, weapons, and article of clothing one by one. Yuuri could only watch his fingers move fluently across Victor’s body, the one he is slowly growing used too. The way he can touch Victor so intimately in a way he never expected.

They worked Yuuri out of his holsters and clothes, all he wore was his briefs and dress shirt that Victor adored exposing his chest. Catching the small hint of his tattoos through the thin material. Victor pointed to the chair near the window for him to sit in to watch Victor change in the suit. He could feel Victor’s eyes burning his thighs and back. Yuuri gripped the arm chair when sitting down.

The room grew hot and all Yuuri could do was stare at Victor pull up the pants carefully. Examining the curves of his thighs and hips, Victor did a small turn much to Yuuri’s liking after tucking in his dress shirt. Licking his lips, the older man soon shrugged on the suit jacket.

He took the tie, eyeing Yuuri with a smirk as he put it on with ease. Watching the way his hands work it into the perfect knot and tucked under the dress shirt. Buttoning the blazer up and smoothing his hands over it then adjusting the cuffs. The dress shoes came next to complete the look.

Yuuri’s words that would describe Victor came back again from the simple sight.

Elegant. Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect.

“What do you think?” Victor asked curiously yet teasingly, already knowing the answer.

“Beautiful,” Yuuri replied without missing a beat.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Victor motioned Yuuri over with a single finger movement, he got up from the seat and walked over to him. His body being attracted by a force that Victor always had around him that made Yuuri need him more. The same finger caressed his jawline once he stood face to face with him.

“Tell me what you want, Yuuri.”

Yuuri shook his head when grasping the lapel of the blazer, “Tell me what you want, Victor. It’s your birthday after all.”

Silence fell between them, Victor let his fingers trace the markings he had grown to adore upon Yuuri’s skin. The same fingers that left marks upon his ass from hits and pleasure from being inside him. They were burning him, an addictive burn that made him press himself closer to Victor.

“Does that mean I can open my gift?”

Yuuri tilted his head confused, “You’ve already opened it.”

The same fingers soon decided to make their own path down his back. The press of Victor’s fingers against his hole through the briefs caused a gasp to slip his lips, a smirk played upon his face. The same smirk that always reminded him why they did this. Leaning towards his ear, Victor whispered a soft reply that sent a shiver down his spine.

“My other gift, Yuuri.”