"A pool day?"

"Yeah, Phichit invited us." Yuuri grunted in frustration, pounding away at the dough on the counter in front of him. With every punch, a string of batter would pull away from the ball, prompting yet another annoyed growl. This dough just did not want to come together. Chewing his lip, he turned back to glare at the recipe for the millionth time. This was starting to get ridiculous. He'd made this bread thousands of times before. It shouldn't be this hard goddammit. By this time on a normal day, he'd have a nice Korean cream cheese garlic bread in front of him, steam rising steadily and ready to eat, all the while having to swat a certain Russian's hand away from grabbing a piece as it cooled.

Instead he just had a hand cramp, a ball of stubborn batter dough, and a stupid and random idea eating away at his remaining brain cells. Looking up from the disaster that was the kitchen island, he watched as his fiancé lowered his book, placing a marker in between the page, and twisted to face him, arm resting on top of the couch. Yuuri made the mistake of letting his eyes fall to his neck, and the way it twisted with the sil-sorry, platinum haired head, and he swore he would melt right then and there. Over a year living with this man, and he still swooned whenever they met gazes. Viktor raised an eyebrow and smiled, and Yuuri was gone.

"I mean, it's not a bad idea. Kinda sounds relaxing."

"Then what's with the face?" Viktor shrugged, turning back to his book and burying his nose back into the story.

"What face?" He muttered, half-listening already. 

"Your face!" The second the words left his mouth, he realized his grave grave mistake. Eyes widening, he held his breath, waiting for the inevitable. In the silence of the penthouse, a deep guttural gasp came from the couch, and he watched as Viktor slammed the book down on his lap and slowly turned his head  to stare at Yuuri, mouth wide open and face drawn into a shocked look with a level of drama that only Viktor could achieve with just a look. Even Makkachin, who was sleeping soundly at his feet, let out a groan-like grunt, and turned in his slumber as if this were something that happened every other day.

Which, ok, maybe that was exactly what happened.

"Yuuri..." He called in a breathy gasp. "How. DARE. You. This face is perfect."  His hand rose to cup his own face as he threw it back as if feigning a faint. At that moment, Yuuri was very  tempted to throw a handful of dough at him. The amount of restraint he had to muster up to keep him from doing so was inhumane. Rolling his eyes, he returned his attention to the mess in front of him. Pursing his lips, he began to attempt to knead the dough in front of him. As he'd learned, in these types of situation ignorance was, indeed, bliss. As he worked, he made sure to keep his ear open for any type of sound Viktor might make. That focus, however, was quickly lost when he noticed the dough finally start to come together. It was then that all his attention was drawn to kneading.

He was just about to declare the dough done and throw it into the bread pan when a certain sound interrupted his thoughts. Yuuri yelped in surprise as air was abruptly blown into his left ear, rattling his brain like a maraca and jumping his thoughts like leaves. Along with it came a warmth behind him, that was nearly overwhelming and somebody call the police because tonight Yuuri was going to murder somebody.

"Was that really necessary?" He uttered, his heart still pounding like it was about to fly out of his chest. Any sourness in his voice was melted away when he felt two arms wrap around his waist and a head rest on his shoulder. The weight was oddly calming to him, but also drove him insane with lust. He let his head lull to the side, resting it up against Viktor's. What it was about the way his arms were snaked around his waist that made his gut tighten, he didn't know. Or maybe it was the way their bodies were pressed together for maximum contact, Viktor becoming a personal heater that clung himself to him like an octopus, that made Yuuri want to mewl like a lovesick kitten. Whatever it was, it was enough to almost make him forget about the dough in front of him.

A sharp gasp escaped him as he felt Viktor begin to plant butterfly kisses on his shoulder, which was currently exposed by the too-big shirt he wore. They began to rise, shifting to his neck. The warmth on his skin sent chills down his spine, causing his hands to grasp the countertop until his knuckles turned white. 

God they felt so good. They were chaste little plants, hardly a suck with them, and they felt just right. Viktor let out a soft "mmm" of pure love with each contact, and wow he was going die right then and there.

Viktor expertly made his way up the neck, and along the jawline, Yuuri's head leaning back to expose more skin. The kisses were getting closer and closer to the place that would absolutely destroy him and he just couldn't wait for it. The anticipation ate away at him,  nibbling  at his thumping heart. He wonder if the palpitations echoing in his chest were audible to anybody outside, but that concern was quickly washed away when the pecks reached a sensitive spot. The shudder that racked through Yuuri's body, well had anybody else been there to witness it, it would have been the absolute death of him. The strength it took him not to make a single noise he hadn't even realized he had until now. The kisses reached his chin, and slowly made their way up. Under his lower lip, over his lower lip, then...

The tip of his nose.

Then no more. Viktor pulled away, a mischievous smirk now decorating his lips, and unraveled his arms from around Yuuri's frame. Said man tensed at the absence of pecks, and turned abruptly when he no longer felt the familiar warmth. 

"Hey!" He pouted, looking upwards at Viktor with big mocha eyes with golden specks and oh now it was Viktor's turn to melt on the inside. On the outside, he fought to keep a strong steadfast composure. Years of practice assisted him with that. Yuuri would never ever let him hear the end of it if he cracked. He absolutely refused. He was not about to be the victim of endless teasing. 

"Serves you right, insulting my face like that." Yuuri's jaw clenched in annoyance. This was mean. The ghost of warm lips against his own lingered, begging to be fulfilled. (cheesy i know shush)

"You know very well that is NOT what I meant." His finger rose to tap his lips, refusing to ask Viktor out loud. The thing about Yuuri is, as much as Viktor could be such an ass sometimes, Yuuri could be one even more so. "Kiss." He muttered with a petty tone that made him sound like a spoiled child. Viktor chuckled, placing a finger under his chin like he did when he was thinking. Yuuri didn't like that look; most of the time, it meant trouble. "Kiss." He spoke more loudly, blatantly searching for the Russian's attention. Viktor's eyes fell from the ceiling to him, gazing with a lovely sheen. His smile widened at the childish pout on his fiancé's face. 

"Desperate, aren't we?" Still, he complied, tilting Yuuri's chin up with a gentle thumb and pressing a small peck to his lips. The pout was replaced immediately a cheeky smile. A kind of smile dumb teenagers in puppy love displayed. Raising his hands, Yuuri gently cupped the man's face, holding him in  place and giving him time to indulge.  The pull away was equally as sweet, reluctant but warm. Both were smiling, giggling softly like teenage girls. Yuuri could practically feel his heartbeat in his head because it doesn't matter how many times he does this I'll never get over these damn kisses. Thumbs stroked his cheek, leaving small flour streaks. Yuuri was sure Viktor had no idea he'd marred his "perfect face" with flour and dough, and he'd rather keep it that way. The bright smile decorating his fiancé's face was a far superior reward to any kiss. It was no wonder his heart nearly dropped when that smile melted away.

"Wait no this isn't fair..." He pouted. Yuuri could feel the color drain from his face. His mouth parted to speak, but Viktor beat him to it. "I want moreeeee." He whined like a small child. "I want moreeeee." It was his turn to pout, and Yuuri couldn't help but chuckle. 

"Well look who's begging now." He teased, booping the older man's nose. 

"What can I say, you're addicting." Viktor cooed, shooting Yuuri a smirk and oh god is that a fukboy smile?  Where did he learn that?  He must have made a strange expression because Viktor immediately dropped it. "No? I thought it was cool." 

"Please for the love of god never do that again."

"Was it that bad?" 

"YES oh god I'm going to have nightmares" He nibbled his lip. "Besides..." He planted a chaste peck. "I much prefer this smile." He stroked his thumb over the climbing lips. A rose hue made its way onto Viktor's cheek, and he let out a giggle.

"My baby." He smiled, the accent thick and heavy, and well, the butterflies that coursed through Yuuri's stomach were nearly deadly.  He loved it, that nickname. What it was about it that made him feel this way he didn't know. Was it the way it rolled off his tongue, smooth as melted butter? Or the way he cooed without a second thought, directing the word towards him and only him? Whatever the case may be, he didn't dwell on it too much. All he wanted to do at that point was to throw his arms around him and never let go. 

He stood on his tiptoes and gave him a second kiss, longer and equally as loving. Viktor hummed, circling his arms around Yuuri's waist and tugging him in. His frame pressed flush against the other, fitting snug as a puzzle piece. 

"You just can't stay away can you?" He mused under his breath. Viktor chuckled once more, returning his lips back to Yuuri's as quickly as possible. 

(this is going to sound so cheesy I am so sorry)

The world melted away from around them, leaving the two intertwined. Just them two, the bread forgotten, the preheated oven left alone, the previous banter now a trance of pure admiration. Warmth. It's all they felt. Pure undisturbed warmth. Their interjoined heartbeats the only sound available other than Viktor's light humming, it was absolute bliss. An unknown breeze circled them, bringing them even closer together, and Yuuri wasn't even aware that was possible but hey, he wasn't complaining. 

"Viktor..." Yuuri murmured, unwillingly pulling away from his fiancé's mischievous lips. "The dough..." He squeaked as contact was initiated once more. He elbowed him him in the gut. 

"I never liked garlic bread anyways."

"That is a cold lie and you know it." 

~~~

Needless to say, many many more kisses were shared that night. Yuuri did manage to finally finally get that dough into the oven, after having sliced it (and his finger, which Viktor had NO problem licking) and doused it in garlic butter and cream cheese filling. SOMEBODY managed to dip their thumb into the filling as it was being piped, which resulting in a playful scolding. The entire scenario ended with faces full of cream cheese and overeager dog licks. 

Those of which were followed by human licks as well. 

"Viktor that's nasty!!!" 

"What, so Makkachin can lick you but I can't??" 

"there is a DIFFERERNCE" 

"I'd beg to differ." 

A shower was shared. Kisses and cuddles exchanged, their intimacy went no further. And as much as Yuuri wanted to smother his fiancé in kiss after kiss after kiss which he did, later that night, he only wanted to smother him. In gasoline. And light him on fire. Just so he'd shut up.

"Kiss." 

"Viktor it's almost midnight oh my god please go to bed." Yuuri groaned, spinning to circle his arms around that snatched waist. Silence followed, and with it weights formed on his eye lids. The heaviness of impending sleep grew, and light buzzing began to fill his head. He was falling into the cloud of unconsciousness, sinking deeper and deepe-

"Kiss." 

"OH MY GODDDDD" That pleasant feeling was snapped away suddenly, and along with it Yuuri's patience. He pulled away and sat up, rubbing his forehead as his brain swirled. "I swear you can't go five minutes without some sort of physical contact." 

"I can too." He gasped, and goddammit there's that over dramatic tone again. "In fact I bet I could go longer than you." He glared playfully, propping himself up by his elbow. Yuuri ugly sorted. 

"Viktor honey, you are a lot of things, many of which I find irresistible, but a liar isn't one of them." 

"You underestimate my power."

"Sweetheart, as much as you wish you were Anakin, it simply isn't to be." 

"Say that to my light saber." 

"You don't have a lightsaber." 

"You liked my light saber the other night." 

"..."

"..."

"I will strangle you in your sleep." 

"Kinky~"

"Y'know, the couch is looking awfully comfy tonight..."

"Nooooo." Viktor whined, wrapping his arms around Yuuri's waist, burying his face into his hoodie and inhaling the scent. "Stayyyyy."

"Then you...." Yuuri gave in, carding his fingers through Viktor's silky locks, lightly scraping his scalp. He did it in the way he knew Viktor would absolutely melt into his touch"...need to behave." 

"I am an angel of the highest order, I'm offended you think I can't behave." Viktor countered, climbing up Yuuri's body with kiss after kiss and marveling as each one came with shiver after shiver after shiver. One certain peck was planted right on his collarbone, that lay exposed due to the shirt that certainly didn't belong to him and Yuuri couldn't help the soft moan that rumbled from his chest. 

"This.." He panted, nibbling his own moistened lips. "...is not behavi-oh." He gasped, clenching the sheets below him. "Sweetheart, not nowwww...oh fu-" He swallowed the word as he felt hair tickle his neck. "I hate you." 

"Yes, yes, I know, I know." Viktor's accent felt great, murmured against Yuuri's skin.  And as much as he fought the urge to sit back, to let it happen, Yuuri pressed his hand softly against Viktor's forehead and pushed him away. 

"Cuddle." It took one word, one word to crack Viktor's steadfast resolve, and the pout that had crawled onto his lips quickly shifting into a goofy smile and oh is this what they call a golden retriever fiancé?  It took only a breath before Viktor sprung himself onto Yuuri, throwing his arms around muscular shoulders and nuzzling his head right below Yuuri's chin. Yuuri was honestly surprised the man didn't bark at this point. Still he settled down onto the pillow and wound his fingers into the velvety locks, stroking them with the nimbleness of a mother's nursing hands. Viktor purred, wait did he actually purr, shifting around slightly before settling down. Before long his breathing had begun to even out, and Yuuri took this as his chance. 

"I bet I could go longer without giving ya a single kiss." He murmured, feeling as the thickness of unconsciousness seeped from the man below him into his own soul. Viktor moved around slightly, an ugly frown appearing on his face. Yuuri quickly returned to his hair stroking, and the expression softened. 

"No....me..." The words were nearly incomprehensible, and Yuuri almost doubted he'd heard them correctly.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybeeee..." The word fell away, replaced with evened breathing and a contented sigh. "Mine..." 

"Well I'll just have to hold you to that."