Victor’s breath hitched as his pupils dilated, skin crawling with desire. “Daddy,” he murmured, pink dusting his cheeks. “Can you… can you call me that again?”
“Hmm?” hummed Yuuri, playing dumb. “What do you mean, darling?”
“Daddy!” he pleaded. “Don’t tease!”
“I’m not going to know what you want unless you tell me,” said Yuuri, voice gentle but firm. “So come now, be a big boy and try again.”
Victor whined, face flushed with embarrassment before saying, “I… I like it when you call me that.”
“Call you what, baby?” pressed Yuuri.
“Things like… your prince,” admitted Victor.
“Ah,” breathed Yuuri, a satisfied smile on his face. “Is that so? Well then, Vitya. Do you want to be my precious boy tonight?”
Viktor screamed for his dog, but before he could comprehend what was happening, Makkachin had pounced on a young man that had been walking on the bridge in their direction, knocking the man down.
“Makkachin!! Bad dog!” Viktor ran after his dog, leaving his belongings on the ground as the rain slowly picked up.
“I’m so sorry! Makkachin, stop!” Viktor grabbed his dog around the middle, pulling him off the young man. Makkachin had something in his mouth, but before he could get it out, the dog swallowed it whole.
“Why you little..” Viktor stopped cold as he heard laughter from below. He glanced down and began to blush furiously.
AU where Makkachin plays matchmaker ;)
Soulmates are able to hear each other’s thoughts. Some people choose to block their thoughts from others though, making it difficult for most soulmates to ever find each other. People are aware they have soulmates, but it’s not a major factor in most relationships.
Yuuri chooses to shield his thoughts, but hopes to one day drop his defenses while near Victor, the only person he hopes is his soulmate.
Victor chooses to keep his thoughts wide open, and eagerly waits for the day someone else’s thoughts join his.
When Yuuri decides to coach for a season and Victor takes a break to guest commentate competitions their paths finally cross. Will they hear each other’s thoughts?
Victor is too beautiful to be on his knees on the dirty floor of Yuuri’s shitty apartment, and yet, he looks like there’s no place he’d rather be.
“I’m running out of people in this town I haven’t shot a hundred times. Hard to find people willing to take the plunge.” Viktor sipped at his daiquiri.
Yuuri unaccountably blushed and started fiddling with a cocktail napkin. “Well, I’d volunteer, but, you know.”
Viktor shifted on his stool, his wretched cock taking a decided interest in the thought of Yuuri stripped bare before his camera. “Not comfortable with it? I understand.”
Yuuri shook his head, still looking at the napkin in his hands. “It’s not that. It’s just, who’d want to see me naked?”
(Yuuri is a bartender, Viktor is a photographer who specializes in tasteful nudes.)
- Part 1 of a photographer and a bartender
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27 Feb 2021