For all the gold in the world

[gwenchan]

 Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Prompt: Drabble da 300

 

Hands interlaced behind Victor's neck, Yuuri giggles. His once neatly hairdo is falling apart. It's adorable.

"Hi there," he grins, eyes bright with mirth. 

"Hi," Victor smiles back. Then he fights to not burst out laughing as his husband of five years starts to flirt with him. 

"You're very cute. Has anybody told you that?" 

"My husband. At least five times in the last hour."

Yuuri's cheeks are flushed with the prettiest shade of pink. Victor can smell the sweet scent of the champagne on his breath. Some things never change. 

"Well, you are."

Fresh fingertips brush against Victor's cheeks. "And soft."

"Must be the new lotion you gave me."

It comes from the onsen springs and it does miracles against the increasing wrinkles. Humming, Yuuri cups Victor's face. "Very, very soft," he repeats solemnly. Then, rising on his tiptoes he pushes his nose under Victor's chin. "And you smell good too."

From Victor's left comes the loud sound of gagging. He gives an apologetic smile, but it does little to sweeten Yurio's murdering gaze.

"Get a room," he hisses with an exaggerated grimace just as Yuuri gives Victor a quick but loud kiss. It isn't a bad idea. It's been a busy day and it's getting sufficiently late nobody will protest if they don't stay beyond. 

Gently, Victor drapes an arm around Yuuri's waist to steer him toward the exit.

They'll have a warm shower, and then cuddle in bed. Maybe order some herbal tea with the room service. Chuckling, Victor shakes his head. He truly has become the old man Yurio accused him to be. 

But he's happy and he wouldn't go back for all the gold medals in the world.