Just a little something I did for Namida, the @yoiangstzineā š
YÅ«ri didnāt know anyone who surprised him like Victor. For years, he did it through his performances on the ice, up until when he took YÅ«ri, and his entire life, by storm. Then the surprises came about in unexpected ways, sometimes small but no less significant to YÅ«ri, who was Victorās partner and fiancĆ©.
Even now, as YÅ«ri entered their bedroom, he couldnāt help the breath that caught in his throat at the sight of the beautiful man waiting for him in bed. Shirtless and visibly drowsy, Victor held out an arm as YÅ«ri climbed onto the mattress, meeting him with a soft kiss before pulling the covers over them. Their dog, a silver-beige poodle named Makkachin, followed, curling up at the end of the bed. Victor fluffed up his pillow and YÅ«ri slid up behind him, whispering goodnight before Victor was out like a light.
It was clear he was exhausted. Not to the point of harm, perhaps, but still exhausted. All week Victor moved seamlessly through a strict schedule, coaching YÅ«ri and doing his own training at the Sports Champions Club. He seemed tireless, but YÅ«ri had picked up on the differences over time. Victor no longer got up at sunrise, sleeping until the alarm on YÅ«riās phone went off. He stopping reading books before going to bed, using the remaining time to get back rubs from YÅ«ri or soak in the bath, sometimes simultaneously. And, though this wasnāt exactly unwelcome, he would often lie under YÅ«ri, conserving energy while they slept together in the euphemistic sense, which was thankfully almost just as often as before, even if not on the busiest of days.
Victor always told him that just touching YÅ«ri recharged him, and while it looked like it did to an extent, more and more often heād fall asleep like that, draped over YÅ«ri. It was funny at first, because usually heād be napping too. He would drag his fingers through Victorās hair, brushing it back from his eyes before letting it fall back to place. It was incredible how vulnerable he looked when his face was in repose, pressed to YÅ«riās chest or lap.
He wished there was a way to make things less harder on him. They both had wanted this and took great care in managing their schedule, but it ate at YÅ«ri that Victor still had months like this ahead.
YÅ«ri put his arm around Victorās shoulder, nuzzling into the other manās neck. His hand had found Victorās, and with a gentle squeeze, he tried to calm his spiraling thoughts. It felt silly to get upset now, when they both wanted this, but his heart still ached with something indescribable. He would have to persuade Victor to take at least an extra day off some weeks to properly recover.
He was sure Victor would listen if he voiced his concern, and just like that, the knot in his chest slowly began to unravel. Knowing what heād say tomorrow, he drifted off to sleep in the cocoon of Victorās warmth.
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