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When they arrived at their hotel room in Barcelona and saw the floor to ceiling mirror across from the bed, Yuuri turned scarlet and stammered something about freshening up before retreating to the bathroom. Of course Viktor had to tease him a little—only a little though, not wanting to ruin this relatively new, wonderful thing between them—before dropping the subject and ignoring it. With the Grand Prix final to focus on, it was easy to continue to ignore the mirror for the most part, though Viktor certainly noticed Yuuri pointedly never looking into it when changing for bed each night.In all the excitement of the final and Yuuri's second silver medal win, it takes some time for Viktor to put an idea into motion, but with an evening to themselves and their flight leaving tomorrow morning, he finally sits Yuuri on the end of their bed after a shower.“Hey,” he says softly, brushing their noses together and letting an elated grin come to his lips. It's a grin he finds himself with all the time now, ever since the Cup of China when he threw caution to the wind and laid his heart out for all the world to see.Yuuri gives him an uncertain half smile, blinking at the closeness. “Hi—is everything okay?”“Fine,” Viktor says, one hand caressing Yuuri's cheek, ring glinting in the low lamp light. “I just wanted to enjoy our last night here.” He lets his voice drop lower to a soft purr. “Would you like that?”He knows Yuuri has caught his meaning when his cheeks flush a soft pink and his eyes widen a little, breath hitching in the most beautiful little gasp. The sound of it makes Viktor's heart skip in his chest and he gives into the urge to kiss him. When they part, Yuuri is smiling too, instantly relaxed.“I would,” says Yuuri, his voice breathless and tender. He reaches up to pull Viktor in for another kiss, his lips soft and inviting. Before Viktor can let himself get carried away, he pulls back, letting Yuuri's lips chase his own.“Can I ask you something?” he asks, voice quiet.Yuuri's eyes widen. “Is... something wrong?”“No, no,” Viktor assures him quickly. “I'm sorry—I didn't mean to worry you.” He gives him another reassuring kiss. “I just wanted to ask something.”“What's that?” asks Yuuri.Viktor pulls back a little, gazing into Yuuri's lovely eyes. He cups Yuuri's chin with gentle fingers, running his thumb over Yuuri's bottom lip. “How do you see yourself?” Something flickers in Yuuri's gaze, a moment of panic, and Viktor's heart skips like he just tripped on his toe picks. “I just mean that you're stunning—”“I'm really not.”“You are,” insists Viktor. “I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I was worried you didn't think so.”Yuuri bites his bottom lip, still eyeing Viktor uncertainly before softly sighing. “I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I look... okay, most of the time not.”Viktor's heart aches at the sadness that crosses Yuuri's face. Unable to resist, he kisses him again, giving Yuuri another encouraging smile as they part. “Please believe me when I say I think you're gorgeous.”“I... want to,” says Yuuri, “just...”“How about this?” suggests Viktor. “Can you believe that I believe that you're gorgeous?”“I...” Yuuri swallows thoughtfully. “Maybe, it just feels so... unlikely.”“Why?” asks Viktor.“Well, I mean, have you seen yourself?” Yuuri asks.Viktor chuckles softly. “So because I'm handsome I can't think you are?”“But you're not just handsome,” says Yuuri, “you're like... out of this world perfect!”“Too far out of the world to see your beauty?” asks Viktor.“I... don't know,” admits Yuuri.“Please trust me when I say my vision is fine,” Viktor says, “and that I'm not the only one who thinks so.” When Yuuri raises a doubting eyebrow at him, he adds, “I wish you could see yourself as I see you.” He slides his hand up the back of Yuuri's neck, into his soft hair, enjoying the smile that comes to his full lips. “Would you let me try and show you?”Yuuri nods, mouth opening as Viktor kisses him once more. His lips are warm and pliable, perfectly supple against Viktor's own. Giving into his greed, Viktor nibbles lightly on Yuuri's lower lip, running his tongue over it until Yuuri responds in kind, moaning into the kiss. The softness, the sweet sound, the taste of Yuuri's tongue—all of it makes Viktor melt into him. How Yuuri can't see the effect he has is beyond Viktor: he was done for a year ago at that banquet, and yet Yuuri still thinks he isn't the most beautiful man to walk this earth...! Yuuri's fingers move to Viktor's shirt buttons but then hesitate—before he can lose his nerve Viktor places an encouraging hand to his wrist, letting out a pleased hum when Yuuri starts undoing his shirt. Though they've only slept together a few times so far, Viktor already knows some of Yuuri's tells: he knows that Yuuri loves to feel his skin and run his hands over it, that the side of his neck is sensitive and to kiss him there will make him shiver, that though he can be shy he knows what he wants (though Viktor is still learning how to get him to take it). Soon Yuuri pushes the shirt from Viktor's shoulders, his warm hands roaming Viktor's skin as Viktor starts to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. Pulling aside the neck of Yuuri's hotel robe, Viktor lightly nibbles along his collarbone, relishing the hitch of breath in Yuuri's throat.“I want to make you feel amazing,” Viktor breathes into his skin, letting his hand slide down Yuuri's front to the sash of his robe. Tugging gently on it, he asks, “May I?”“Please,” Yuuri nods.Viktor pulls back to peel off the robe, eager to drink in every detail: the warm blush creeping down Yuuri's chest, the goosebumps freckling the skin of his thighs, the wispy trail of dark hair from his navel down to his cock that's already stirring in interest. When he lifts his gaze once more, Yuuri is watching him, that same flicker of anxiety still behind his eyes.“You are breathtaking,” Viktor affirms, voice soft as though telling him a secret even though he would gladly shout it from the unfinished rooftop of the Sagrada Familia. “Every inch.”“Really?” Yuuri asks, a tender smile playing at the corners of his mouth.“Really,” says Viktor. “If I had to kiss every perfect part of you we'd be here for hours.”Yuuri lets out a laugh. “I'm sure it wouldn't take that long.”“I'll do it if you don't believe me,” grins Viktor. “We've got all night.”Before Yuuri can respond, he drops to his knees at Yuuri's feet and takes hold of one foot, lifting it to a widening of Yuuri's eyes.“What are you—”Viktor lifts Yuuri's foot higher and lightly kisses the thin skin where Yuuri's toes meet the top of his foot, never breaking the look between them. When Yuuri blushes anew, Viktor grins and leaves another kiss higher up Yuuri's foot.“Such talented feet,” he praises. “All those beautiful jumps—”“I didn't do them all right though,” mumbles Yuuri.Viktor squeezes his foot. “You're executed some perfect jumps this season—if you don't believe me look at those medals.”From where he kneels he watches Yuuri's eyes flick over to the sideboard where Viktor proudly displayed both of Yuuri's silver medals. Viktor grins again and presses a kiss to Yuuri's ankle and then more up the side of Yuuri's calf. Yuuri's breath catches again, eyelids fluttering when Viktor reaches his knee and brushes his lips over the sensitive crease of it.“Strong legs,” murmurs Viktor before trailing more kisses up, enjoying the plush thickness of Yuuri's thighs as well as the breathless sounds Yuuri makes at each new caress to his skin. Viktor's fingers trace over the striations of stretch marks—how long would it take to kiss each one? He knows Yuuri is self conscious of them, as well as those on his stomach and hips, but to him they're signs of Yuuri's determination to improve, his dedication to his art. Were he in a different mood he might sink his teeth into Yuuri's thigh, but instead he lavishes it with as many kisses as he can give it, relishing the sound of Yuuri moaning above him. “You already know how much I love your thighs.”“I do,” says Yuuri, gasping when Viktor's lips reach his groin.“Do you believe me yet?” Viktor asks with another grin.“Yes,” nods Yuuri.“Oh really?” asks Viktor, pouting slightly. “That's a shame—I was rather looking forward to convincing you some more.” He leaves a light kiss to the head of Yuuri's cock. “But if you believe me now...”He goes to rise but Yuuri's hand on his shoulder stops him.“I... could be more convinced,” Yuuri says with a smile.Viktor's grin widens and he lowers his head, trailing more kisses over Yuuri's cock, his tongue soon joining in. When he wraps his lips around it, Yuuri gasps, fingers finding their purchase in Viktor's hair. Ever since the night they were reunited after Rostelecom, going down on Yuuri has become one of Viktor's favourite pastimes—and now is no exception. As he takes hold of Yuuri's thighs, sucking him eagerly farther into his mouth, Viktor feels his heart skip a beat at the whimpers Yuuri lets out and the way his fingers tighten in his hair. Viktor hollows his cheeks, swallowing around Yuuri's cock to a strangled cry, gripping both thighs to keep them apart. He gets so engrossed in the sensation of Yuuri's cock on his tongue in fact that it takes a few tugs on his hair and gasps of his name for Viktor to pull back and see Yuuri gazing down at him, cheeks blazing and eyes blown dark with lust.“Is everything okay angel?” Viktor asks.Yuuri nods. “I... Can you... um...”With another comforting squeeze to Yuuri's thighs, Viktor sits up and kisses him. “What do you want sweetheart?”Despite the flush in his cheeks, Yuuri says, “I want you.”Viktor brushes their noses together. “How?”“In...” Yuuri swallows but Viktor can see how much he wants it. “Inside me?”“Of course.” Viktor kisses him once more, following as Yuuri shuffles backwards up the bed. From the shelf above the bed, Viktor retrieves a condom and lube as Yuuri's fingers fumble on his belt.“Wait,” Yuuri mumbles, breaking the kiss to focus on taking off Viktor's remaining clothing, cheeks flushed. “Sorry.”“Don't apologise,” Viktor says softly. “It's a new belt.”Between them they defeat the belt and remove Viktor's trousers and underwear. Finally bare, Viktor pulls Yuuri close, opening the lube.“Are you ready?” he asks, coating his fingers.Yuuri nods, parting his legs for him. “Yeah.”Wasting no time, Viktor slips the first finger in, swallowing Yuuri's answering moan with another kiss as he starts sliding it back and forth. When Yuuri's gasps grow louder, Viktor works in a second and then third finger; Yuuri writhes under him, clinging to his shoulders and tugging on his hair again. When Yuuri starts arching his back, meeting Viktor's movements with his own hips, Viktor gives into the wordless request, curling his fingers to make Yuuri break the kiss on a louder moan.“V-Viktor!” he whines, legs shaking either side of Viktor.“Yes angel?” Viktor smiles.“Please—I need you!” gasps Yuuri.“Okay,” says Viktor, slowly withdrawing his fingers and unwrapping the condom. As he slips it on, Yuuri sits up. “Everything okay?”“Yes,” nods Yuuri, pushing Viktor gently back with a hand on his chest so that he lies down. “Just let me...”Realising what Yuuri wants, Viktor lies back, coating his cock in more of the lube before Yuuri straddles his hips and sinks down onto it with a low moan. Watching Yuuri bite his lip as he fully seats himself makes Viktor stomach flutter, the feeling growing stronger when Yuuri starts riding him, hands trembling on Viktor's chest.“Oh... wow,” Yuuri gasps.“Wow is right,” groans Viktor, hands on Yuuri's hips. “You're so beautiful Yuuri, so—”His words vanish as Yuuri arches his back, the feeling almost making him choke, and a half wicked smile reaches Yuuri's lips that makes his heart soar. Gripping Yuuri's hips harder, Viktor gazes up at him, mouth open on more moans and praises. How did he ever get so lucky as to have the most wonderful man in the world here with him, wanting each other so much? Yuuri arches his back again, letting out a louder moan when he perfectly aligns Viktor's cock inside him, his eyes misting.“Viktor,” he groans as he keeps moving.“Yes angel?” Viktor can hardly catch his own breath.“T... touch me, please!”Without hesitation, Viktor wraps a hand around Yuuri's cock, squeezing it before starting to stroke. “Are you close?”Yuuri nods, moving a little faster. “So close, are... are you?”“Yeah,” nods Viktor.“Come with me Viktor.”With a final cry, Yuuri comes, leaning down to kiss Viktor, who moans into the kiss as he follows suit. As they slow their movements to a stop they stay entwined together, trading slower kisses and lust-drunk grins.“Wow,” sighs Yuuri eventually, lying beside Viktor.“Are you okay?” Viktor asks.Yuuri nods. “Amazing,” he says, “but I think I'll need another shower.”“Sorry,” laughs Viktor.“Don't be.”“Do you maybe believe me now?”Yuuri gives him a thoughtful look. “Maybe.”“Good.” Viktor kisses his forehead.“What time is our flight tomorrow?” Yuuri asks.“Half past ten I believe.”“So...” Yuuri sits up a little, giving him another small grin, “we might have time for a bath together before we need to sleep?”Viktor strokes Yuuri's fringe out of his eyes with a secretive smirk. “I think we might.”