“Hmmm.” Viktor stretched out on the bed, feeling extremely relaxed. Exhaustion did wonders to curtail his inhibitions, so much that it was better than alcohol in that regard, he’d come to find. Before he knew it, he could already hear himself asking, “Say, am I in your bed?”
Yuuri busied himself fussing with the pillows under Viktor’s head. “Warm enough? Tell me if you want another blanket.”
Viktor shook his head. He shifted until he was lying on his side, pulling the blanket up to his face, and burying his face in the pillow. He took a deep breath and smiled. “Smells like Yuuri.”
Yuuri stared at him for a few seconds, stunned. Viktor had to wonder if he was just imagining the slight flush on Yuuri’s cheeks; it was rather warm in here, now that he thought about it.
Chapter 8 of But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities is up ❤
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