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[Well. He sure did have some kind of thing going on with another skater.

A... teenage skater. Which meant nobody could know about it ohgodhowdidthishappen??? He tries to beat back his anxiety with a mental stick as he glances over to the younger man in the hotel bed beside him.

They didn't do anything! So... it wasn't that bad. Yet? It had just been a sudden makeout session followed by a nap to recover from hours of practice.

... which didn't keep Yuuri from looking like he might pass out. But. Wow was Yuri cute when he was sleeping. A small smile comes to his lips as he reaches over to gently run fingers over his cheek.]

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[He sure did have some kind of thing going on with another skater.]

[It had sort of happened so conveniently that, under the covers, Yuri wondered if it wasn't some sort of wistful dream that would leave him when he opened his eyes. Like, it would all be fake and they'd be back to the distance they were at before. The kind of dream that left him swearing in the shower with no place to properly vent.]

[There's that light touch against him, tugging him away from his sleep. His expression is still soft as he drifts closer to being awake. The more conscious he gets, the more he can feel the soreness of his ankles from practice, the tiredness that stayed with you, the feeling of Yuuri's lips from earlier-]

[His eyes fly open.]

Huh?! [That- did happen, right? It better have. His body was going to be supremely upset now, if it didn't.] Katsudon... [He is here, he's close, say something-]

What the hell are you smiling about? Idiot... [Nailed it.]

[This was another thing. The way Yuri talked to him sent some... mixed signals, to say the least.]

Ah, oh uh... well... you looked so cozy. Heh. Did you sleep well?

Cozy? [Yuri shifts a bit, still too groggy to be his proper level of angry. He rubs his eyes a bit.]

... I guess. [It was really nice. Almost as comfy as sleeping in his own bed.]

How long were you watching me with that dumb look on your face? [He says it like his usual grumpy self but his cheeks betray him. There's a flush of pink there that says he can't tell if he's hoping for Yuuri to have been staring at him or not.]

Not long! I just woke up a few seconds ago myself, really.

[He scratched the back of his head nervously, looking away to a random corner.

His voice lowers as he adds:]

Hey. Listen. If you uh, regret what happened... I understand.

If I- [Yuri was running a hand through his hair to work out whatever loose snags had formed during the night when- that all but confirms what had happened between them.]

What the hell?! [He pulls his hand back and a few strands of blond hair come with it, which stings but he's got a target for that anger, now.]

Why do you think I regret it, huh?!

[Careful wording failed him. He's quick to flail around, desperately hoping to calm the other.]

I-I just didn't want you to feel pressured! I'm much older than you, after all!

But... if you don't... that's...

[It'd be wrong to say fine, right? It wasn't fine by many people's standards, after all.]

You think I didn't know that when I did it!? [Their age gap wasn't something Yuri had thought about too much- in the sense he was so used to everyone in his life being older than him. Hell, his only friend still had three years on him! Just- so long as they were equals- and hadn't their skating put them somewhere close to that?]

It's what, huh? Don't- [Yuri reaches out to grab Yuuri's arm, so hard that his nails dig into the other's skin. He doesn't tighten it further, just,]

Don't tell me something like you didn't stop me because I'm a kid. [Because, while he'd be furious, it would also break his heart a little.]

No! That's not it! I... I liked it.

[He did. It had been nice. His cheeks became pinker as he remembered the soft smack of lips and tongue. The pleasant electricity that had rolled through his mouth and into his belly.]

I like you.

[Yuri's grip tightens even further- then loosens immediately after. He wanted to say something after the first line. He could snap, bark something out, take control of the situation, but the words just dry up in his mouth.]

[Yuuri likes- him. Him. A vulnerable expression flashes over his face. His hand, barely holding onto Yuuri's arm anymore, slides down until it meets the other skater's, resting over it.]

Then- [for a brief moment, he feels that sensation of dreaming again] Then it's not a problem, is it? [It takes a lot of effort to muster all the honesty in his body and, he can't look directly at Yuuri when he says it. His face feels hot, but he can at least say,]

I wouldn't do that with someone I didn't like!

['He's so beautiful', Yuuri thinks as a tender expression comes over his face. The hand on his makes him swoon a little, but he does his best to maintain his composure.]

Well. I'm glad. I'm glad that someone like you would like someone like me.

[He takes Yuri's hand in his and brings it to his lips for a gentle kiss.]

[Yuuri always put himself down in a way that made Yuri want to poke and prod at him more. "Someone like me"- like it was questioning his own taste! Of course Yuuri was someone to like! Stupid, stupid,]

[... stupid Katsudon, kissing his hand like some stupid romance movie...]

Dummy. [That's copiously nice on the Yuri Plisetsky Ways to Say Idiot scale. Rather than just let himself swoon over that touch, he leans in to press his lips against Yuuri's again, pulling up his free arm to toss over the other's shoulder, keeping them close together.]

Mm!

[The other's boldness always catches him offguard. You would think he'd be prepared for it by now.

But it's cute. Incredibly cute. Once he adjusts to what's happening, he's smiling into that kiss, his own hands going to rest on the other's hips.

Compared to him, his structure seems to delicate. Even when he's at a competitive weight, he's still got more bulk by a large margin.]

[Surprising your audience was a way of keeping them captive, which is what he wanted. Yuri might even accept the "cute" label if it meant he was holding Yuuri's attention firmly. So long as it didn't get out.]

[Yuri's kisses are insistent, if not experienced. He doesn't have any objective in mind, he just wants to kiss and touch. When Yuuri's hands rest on his hips, it encourages him to move a leg forward, press himself up, and try to get closer. He didn't mind feeling small and delicate, if it was because Yuuri was holding him.]

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