moments from his grasp 4/?

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Yuuri’s fingers twitch on his wrist, before he draws away, not quite
meeting Viktor’s eyes. His face is red again, and Viktor melts, twisting
his hand to take Yuuri’s and lift it upwards. Yuuri looks up at him
just as Viktor presses a kiss to Yuuri’s hand, his lips brushing his
palm.

“Good luck on your free skate, Yuuri,” Viktor murmurs, his lips
curling at the wide-eyed look Yuuri gives him. “I’m not going to
relinquish gold to you easily.”

For a moment, Yuuri only gapes at him, his face bright red from
Viktor’s bold action. Then fire lights up Yuuri’s eyes, and an answering
thrill sends a shiver up Viktor’s spine. “I’m not going to let you
win,” Yuuri tells him.

Good, Viktor thinks, satisfied. If Yuuri is filled with fire,
then Viktor doesn’t have to worry about ice and darkness taking him
away.

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moments from his grasp 4/?