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They were cuddling in bed together, Victor laying in between Yuuri’s legs with his head on Yuuri’s stomach and a content smile. Yuuri’s arms were around Victor, his hands locked together on his upper back. Victor hummed as Yuuri moved one hand to the base of Victor’s neck, the other beginning to play with his hair.
“I was about to ask you to do that…” He sighed, his smile returning wider. Yuuri responded by stroking the side of Victor’s face with his thumb.
“I love your hair,” Yuuri says quietly, eyes full of love. He went back to combing through the silver strands. After a moment, he snickered and pushed all of Victor’s hair away from his face. Yuuri tossed his head back and giggled.
“Hm? What?” Victor cocked an eyebrow when Yuuri looked back down at him and giggled again. “Am I drooling?” He worriedly wiped the edges of his mouth.
“No, I don’t want to say it.” He combed Victor’s hair back into place and kissed his forehead, trying to get out of it. Victor sat himself up on his forearms.
“What was it? Am I ugly?” he feigned hurt and Yuuri just barely bought it.
“No, no, no, you’re beautiful! It’s just…” he couldn’t help but giggle again. “You have a big forehead.” A beat of silence. Victor started making obviously fake sniffling noises and rolled away from Yuuri, facing away from him and pretending to cry.
“My boyfriend called me uglyyy,” he whined dramatically. This was his way of teasing Yuuri.
Yuuri rolled his eyes and flipped over to face Victor’s back. He knew that it did actually hurt him, but not nearly enough to act like the way he was now.
“It’s not like I meant it as a bad thing, you know. It just…is.” He wrapped an arm around Victor’s waist and tugged him to his chest. “I’ve still got a bit of fat that isn’t too flattering, but it’s not terrible that it’s there. I just have enough fat to last me through winter.” Victor’s eyes widened. He was the one to get Yuuri to realize that. He smiled and turned his head.
“You got that from me.” Yuuri only smiled and leaned in to peck Victor’s cheek.
Victor’s eyes suddenly widened and he slapped his hand to his forehead, his pinky finger above his brow. His eyes began to water after he moved his hand up the width of two fingers.
“I have a sixhead.”