M.O.N.E.Y • viktuuri ✔️

65.| 1975

yuri and victor's song for this fic is "undo" by the 1975 go listen !!

make the most of this fluff i'm warning you ok

"watching me while i sleep, are you?"

victor smiled into the bedsheets, his eyes on yuri katsuki, lying the afterglow amidst the scent of bubblegum, cigarettes and sex. he could tells be the light coming in from under the blinds that it was early morning, and rolled onto his back and stretched out.

"yes," he sighed, pushing hair away from his face and turning his head on the pillow to face yuri once more. "yes, i am, because you're beautiful, baby."

"such a flirt," yuri mumbled sleepily, with a half-smile on his lips, and victor kissed his forehead. "vitya, i'm sleeping."

"vitya?" victor asked, with a soft smile. "where did that come from, huh?"

"you call me "baby," yuri replied, opening his eyes a little. victor could see a blush flowering on yuri's cheeks, half-hidden by white sheets, and knew that he was doing the same. he lay closer to yuri again, and started kissing his shoulder, and then his neck, until yuri started to laugh into his pillow.

"you smell so good," victor whispered into the warm skin of yuri's neck. "god, you smell so good."

"bubblegum, wasn't that what you said?" yuri murmured into victor's bare chest, arms slipping around his waist to lie close to him. victor hummed in response, still kissing yuri's neck and basking in the afterglow of the night before; the memory of bloodied knuckles, russian lullabies, soft, dark, dark hair, the scent of sugar sweet bubblegum; the memory of yuri katsuki's body and his, entwining like blue and red to make lilac across white paper.

"vanilla, wasn't that what you said?" he replied, tangling his legs with yuri's. yuri nodded sleepily in response.

"and lemon. and aftershave."

"really?" victor said with the start of a smile on his lips, and yuri sighed.

"at least you don't love yourself," yuri smiled teasingly, and victor rolled his eyes and kissed him.

"go back to sleep if you're going to get all mean with me, baby," he pouted.

"ok then, vitya," yuri smiled slightly, eyes already closed, biting at his bottom lip in a way that was driving victor wild.

lying so close to the boy with the dark hair and soft skin, victor was tracing his fingers over yuri's bare arms, light and gentle, up and down, until his fingers grazed over the rough streaks across his forearms.

victor froze; his fingers hesitated over the thin strips of plaster sealing each thin cut together, and he could remember seeing the damage yuri had done to himself whilst he lay motionless in a hospital bed, and could hear phichit's voice down the phone line only hours before.

"i think he's cutting again...victor..."

victor kissed yuri again, fiercely, protectively - because the thought of his angel hurting himself making him physically ache.