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As in a sequel to this, I suppose?

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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.”