Tag: viktuuri

pre relationship, victor massaging yuuri’s legs and feet after a day of hard training

dabsquat:

anon you know summer of mutual pining is my weakness!!

(I’d write a ficlet for this but I couldn’t decide which pov would sound better, so…)

The first time Victor offers to massage him after training, Yuuri refuses. It happens a couple of days after Onsen!!! On Ice, where Yuuri is just getting used to having Victor as his (now official) coach, and while he is getting used to seeing Victor in Hasetsu Ice Castle he can’t help but be shocked when he meets Victor in the corridors still. 

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to it, and wonders if getting used to it would be a good thing.

Anyway… He feels kind of bad for refusing Victor’s offer? Not because Victor looks disappointed (in fact, I think Victor shrugs it off and understand Yuuri’s skittishness) but because he knows Victor is just trying his best to be a good coach. I mean, there’s nothing weird about a coach offering a quick massage after a particularly tiring day of training, focused on jumps and footwork. But at the same time… it’s the Victor Nikiforov. His childhood idol, his celebrity crush. It’s kind of intimidating.

But Victor is not one to give up easily, oh no. He lets it pass, then casually suggests massaging Yuuri’s legs again when he knows training was rough and notices Yuuri tripping over his own feet as they walk back home. This time Yuuri is more malleable and says something along the lines of “you don’t have to” but hey. Yuuri is getting increasingly confident around Victor, and he’s been more comfortable with the idea of spending time together doing simple things with him. They’re working on opening up. Yuuri eventually accepts it.

And let me tell you: Victor has the hands of an angel. He works Yuuri’s sore muscles with expertise—he starts by his feet, and you can bet Yuuri is ticklish so it takes a while for him to control himself and not kick Victor in the face—”is this why you refused the massage that first time? Because you’re too ticklish?” and Yuuri squirms and laughs as Victor runs a finger up the sole of his foot). 

It’s fun times. After Victor works through Yuuri’s ticklishness it gets easier to knead Yuuri’s muscles. He works his way up, massaging his calf, and Victor has a hard time not looking at Yuuri’s content face. You can bet Yuuri is making an inhuman effort not to groan and trying to keep it limited to “right there, there’s where it hurts” when Victor finds a sore spot. Victor kind of hopes Yuuri relaxes, and when he moves to massage the muscles on Yuuri’s thigh, Yuuri lets out the tiniest groan and oh.

Victor’s whole blood flushes to his face. It’s his turn to be the embarrassed one, but Yuuri is blushing equally as hard and tries to change the focus by saying “I’m ticklish there so maybe… don’t” and Victor immediately moves to the other leg and apologizes. Yuuri is mortified he let out that noise. Victor is dying and feels just as embarrassed about it as Yuuri feels. They’re a hilarious mess but hey—Yuuri finally relaxes, and Victor focuses on massaging his other leg and when he finally looks back at Yuuri he finds him dozing off. 

Victor jokes and asks if Yuuri is feeling more relaxed and my dudes… That’s when he learns… That’s when he learns the power of sleepy Yuuri (not sleepy in the morning Yuuri, that one is slightly intimidating) and he has this one huge gay moment that makes his heart ache because Yuuri thanks him and smiles with his heavy-lidded eyes and god Victor has to clutch at his heart because he’s too beautiful. 

Yuuri snores like a freight train that night. Victor can hear it from his bedroom. The next morning Yuuri comments it’s one of the best sleep he’s ever had and massaging Yuuri’s legs after soaking in the onsen becomes a part of their routine. They put on a series they’re watching together on Yuuri’s laptop and more often than not Yuuri falls asleep on Victor’s couch as he’s massaging him. Sometimes Victor wakes him up with a gentle nudge and Yuuri goes to his bedroom to catch that sleep, but after a while… Yuuri just stays there. Victor covers him and lets Yuuri take a nap while Victor finishes watching the episode. 

Anyway, these boys are pining hard and I love them very much fjlksdjkflsd

in relationship, yuuri goes mid massage “you know i’m not really ticklish on the thighs…”

dabsquat:

As in a sequel to this, I suppose?

It got ingrained in their routine. After the off-ice training, they would go home, soak in the onsen, have dinner and retreat to Victor’s bedroom to relax together watching movies and lazy massages. More recently, kissing and cuddling had been added to the repertoire, which was invigorating as it was relaxing. 

Yuuri was grateful for that routine. The more things he got to do with Victor and Makkachin, the less time he had to cultivate paranoid thoughts.

He’d massaged Victor’s shoulders and back, working the tense muscles soft after a strenuous day, placing soft and timid kisses on the crook of his neck that made Victor giggle. Then, as it had become their habit, Yuuri laid back on the couch waiting for his turn. Sometimes it wasn’t so much the massage he expected for as he laid back, comfortable and vulnerable with Victor slotted between his thighs—it was Victor’s kisses, his arms wrapped around him, the comforting and grounding weight of his lover close to him. 

Victor kissed the top of his foot with warm, silky lips, eyes locked on Yuuri’s with a devoted expression that made Yuuri feel butterflies in his stomach. Pouring some lavender scented cream on the palm of his hand, Victor got started with his massage, making small talk about the episode playing on Yuuri’s laptop. Later, he trailed up, kneading the muscles of his calf, sometimes curving his neck to trail a path of kisses that led nowhere and made Yuuri shiver pleasantly.

“Vitya…” Yuuri called, drawing Victor’s attention back to him, to his face, as Victor poured more cream and prepared to massage his other leg. “I… I’ve lied to you.”

Victor paused, a puzzled look on his face that made Yuuri want to laugh. 

“I’m sorry, I made it sound more serious than it is,” Yuuri chuckled.

“You scared me for a second there,” Victor sighed, following along Yuuri’s chuckle as he relaxed. “Well, then. Explain yourself. You’ve been lying to your coach? To your boyfriend?” He teased.

Boyfriend. He was still getting used to it. It sounded so nice when Victor said it.

“It’s a tiny little lie,” Yuuri used his fingers to illustrate, making Victor hold back a smile.  “But… You remember that first day you massaged me after training?”

Victor nodded. Of course he would remember—that was a redundant question. 

“Let me guess,” Victor started, trailing his finger down Yuuri’s shin. “You’ve lied about being ticklish. You wanted to kick me for being rough on you in that training and…”

“Vitya, of course not!” Yuuri laughed. “I haven’t lied about it. Well, not really. I lied about my thighs being ticklish because…”

Victor raised his eyebrows, expecting Yuuri to finish his thought but caught the meaning quick enough.

“You were embarrassed,” he offered, earning a nod from Yuuri. “I understand. I was a bit embarrassed myself too—I mean, it’s not every day you get to massage a cute guy’s strong legs. Except that it’s literally my life now,” he winked playfully, making Yuuri smile back.

“I just wanted to say…” Yuuri felt his cheeks get hot. “If you want to… You can do it from now on. My thighs get sore when we focus training my jumps, but I never… I was too embarrassed to tell you that I don’t mind it anymore.”

Victor smiled. 

“Thank you for telling me. Can I?”

Yuuri nodded, bearing Victor’s gaze and feeling his cheeks get hot. With care, Victor poured a little more cream on his hand and massaged Yuuri’s thigh—front first, pressing and rubbing gently and Yuuri’s jaw dropped in a silent gasp. Victor had gone exactly where it hurt, his fingers working down the length of his sore muscle, and Yuuri rolled his eyes. It hurt, good, and he caught Victor’s pleased smile from the corner of his eye.

“Found it?” Victor asked with a chuckle. Yuuri nodded again. He didn’t trust his throat to speak. “Should I keep going?”

“Yeah,” Yuuri sighed.

“OK, then. But you’re too tense now—I can see you digging your nails into the palm of your hand. Try to relax.”

Taking a deep breath, Yuuri closed his eyes and focused on releasing the tension from his body. Victor’s hand moved to the muscles above his knee, which made him jerk his leg and laugh but it helped him feel relaxed. Victor’s fingers were agile, and the scent of lavender was faint and comforting. Soon enough Yuuri was boneless, sprawled on the couch. 

The sensation was so good that the world narrowed to Victor’s hands that slid down and rubbed the sides of his thighs. It felt good, good enough to make a silly smile spread on Yuuri’s lips and his eyelids feel heavy. He couldn’t believe he had been missing on that for so long. He needed to repay Victor somehow.

It was as Victor found the sore spot on the back of his thigh that it happened. A slip. A betrayal of his throat and face as Yuuri was happily relaxed, enjoying his boyfriend’s excellent massage. 

Yuuri moaned a curse under his breath. On top of that, his brow furrowed, rendering any redemption in form of a joke completely useless. Almost immediately, Yuuri perked up and looked at Victor, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Wow! Yuuri! That’s right, don’t hold back,” Victor chuckled, blushing at the tip of his ears.

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Yuuri mumbled, dying of embarrassment and covering his mouth. 

“Feels good?” 

“Y-yeah,” Yuuri felt too hot. His moan replayed over and over inside his head and he wanted to disappear. Thankfully, Victor took it lightly, but the way he kept massaging Yuuri’s thigh was making it difficult for Yuuri to hold back.

“Alright. Should I move on to the other leg?” Victor smiled that lovely, dorky smile at Yuuri as he placed his leg back down. It amazed Yuuri how he had handled the accident so naturally, and a shy smile spread on his lips. 

“It’s fine, I’m good,” Yuuri sat up straight, earning a confused frown from his boyfriend. 

“Yuuuuuuri!” Victor protested. “Your other leg will be sore tomorrow.”

“I know but I’m…” Victor waited patiently, looking at Yuuri with expectant eyes. “Embarrassed, still.”

“Yuuri, babe,” Victor smiled, reaching out and holding his hand. “It’s OK. Thank you for letting me massage you. I want you to feel comfortable—“

“I am, I am, I swear,” Yuuri nodded, watching Victor kiss his knuckles lightly and feeling his heart do flips in his chest. “It’s just… I’m… Loud? I don’t want Mari to hear us and think we’re doing something else.”

“You’re perfect,” Victor hummed, peppering kisses on the back of Yuuri’s hand. “We can always yell ‘we are doing a massage session now’ so she knows.”

“Vitya that’s such a dumb idea,” Yuuri chuckled. They laughed.

“But you’re smiling now.”

“I am. I love you, Vitya.”

“I love you too.”

mikkapi:

❤ Happy Valentines day everyone! ❤

Sorry for the lack of activity on here lately! Been so busy… But! Had some time for a quick Victuuri in flashy Las Vegas gear (because I just got back from Vegas and I still feel a little overwhelmed by the spectacle haha). I miss these boys ;____;

My Crush, My Love Life and Me

vityanikiforova:

Victor needs answers. Yahoo answers.

His embarrassing questions are apparently read in a popular podcast—one introduced to him by none other than Yuuri himself.

Teen and Up Audiences. 3,993 words. Complete.

Victor Nikiforov has many qualities: he is the most decorated skater in the world, possesses great beauty, can lick the tip of his nose and is a pretty good cook.

That being said, flirting isn’t exactly his forté.

All of his dates had been effortless—he didn’t need to worry about catching their date’s interest, and when he wasn’t particularly engrossed with the idea of committing to a relationship dating was… almost easy. The other part would usually to make the most effort and Victor would allow himself to be chased.

Victor’s experience with dating wasn’t exactly… vast. It wasn’t his number one interest and, in his youth, he had been too shy to go after someone he was interested in. So for the vast majority of his adulthood, he couldn’t recall ever flirting with someone with the full intention of seducing them. It had always been a given—who wouldn’t want to date the Victor Nikiforov?

He knew that eventually his lack of aptitude to flirt would come back to bite him in the ass. He only didn’t know it would make him groan in exasperation when he didn’t know what to do and how to proceed.

The beautiful boy from the banquet, Yuuri Katsuki, hadn’t called him back. Granted, he had been the drunkest Victor had ever seen a person be, but he knew Victor—was his fan—and wouldn’t stop thanking him and apologizing for his behavior.

He had been cute. Too cute.

Victor really wanted to know him better—talk to him without three liters of champagne in his system—so he had given him his number. Casual, right? It had happened to him before.

Though… he had never been on the other end. He didn’t know what to do. Chris didn’t know what to tell him and the fact Yuuri didn’t use social media made it even harder for him to figure out what to do.

So in a late night,  when he couldn’t sleep because he was too busy trying to think of what he could possibly do to draw Yuuri’s attention to him, he had an idea.

He would ask the internet.

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