Nobody | V.N Y.K - Discontinued

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the next morning was a tad bit awkward. viktor wouldn't deny that. one thing he wished he could deny, though, was exactly how he had acted the night before.

viktor had always been dominant. hell no, he wasn't a virgin. but he also wasn't a manwhore. he only slept with people or messed around with those that he held romantic feelings for. but he'd always had very, very good self control.

when he was, well, doing it, majority of the time, it took him at least five minutes. and that was just when he was being touched.

when he wasn't touched? no. nope, it just never happened.

but, it looked like it had last night, and viktor had never been so embarrassed in his entire life.

viktor sighed, holding his face in his hand at the living room table, his cheeks a bright crimson. how had this happened?

well, maybe yuuri would grow some confidence. that was a plus.

speak of the devil.

viktor glanced up as yuuri treaded down the stairs, wearing baggy sweatpants and a shirt that was just a size to big on him. the bruises on his neck were clear as day, and viktor blushed, wondering how yuuri could just not care and show that to the entire world.

well, the were in a house, but either way.

"goodmorning," viktor smiled, swallowing down his embarrassment. "what do you want to eat?"

viktor knew what he wanted.

nope. nope. not today.

"a—anything's fine with m—me," yuuri whispered, clearing his throat a bit. "hey, uh, viktor? c—can i ask you s—something?"

the blonde's (a/n: platinum ik ik) face paled.

"yeah sure, whats up?" he asked, walking over to the fridge. he pulled out a carton of milk and then proceeded to get a bowl and the box of honey nut cheerios from the cabinet.

"how, uh— how far is your h—house from my apartment?"

viktor nearly sighed in relief.

"i'd say around twenty minutes. why do you ask?"

"its not i—important." he sighed, clearing his throat a bit. "don't worry about it."

viktor glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow as he poured milk over their cereal.

"you sure?" he prodded. yuuri blushed.

"i—i'm sure."

viktor stared at him as he walked back to the table, two bowls in his hands as he sat one down on the wood in front of the ravenette.

"alright," he responded.

it fell silent.

viktor couldn't help occasionally staring at him. after last night, yuuri was just so; well, he was always beautiful, but now he was just— viktor couldn't explain it. sexy, almost?