I’ll try anything. Did Yuri have any clue what those words meant to him? Victor’s heart pounded in his chest, but he held back those emotions. Instead, as Yuri bowed his head and asked for Victor to be his coach again, just like before, Victor smiled brightly and stepped close to him again. His arms wrapped around Yuri’s waist, drawing him daringly close. Yuri still didn’t understand. It wasn’t just about coaching him, not to Victor. He leaned in close, letting his words ghost against Yuri’s ear as he spoke. “Of course I’ll be your coach, Yuri. Can you think of anything more exciting that you’d like to do with me? Anything at all?”
He was curious what Yuri would come up with. It had taken most of the Grand Prix and eight months of living together to convince Yuri to allow him to be close before, when Victor had wanted him since that banquet not that long ago for Yuri now. His fingers couldn’t quite stay still and they trailed along Yuri’s sides, trying to encourage him as much as he could. Victor was here and he wasn’t going to go away, no matter what Yuri said or did. He swallowed as his eyes met Yuri's, his skin tingling with desire even as he waited for Yuri’s response.