You Say Good Morning When It's Midnight (слэш)

“Look on the bright side,” Victor teased, pressing the tips of their noses together. “When I’m gone you’ll have the whole bed to yourself.”
Yuuri scoffed. “Not if Makkachin has anything to say about it.”
Victor smiled and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, longer, and after a moment, Yuuri opened his lips to let Victor’s tongue inside. Victor ran his fingers down’s Yuuri’s sides, feeling the muscles under his shirt, savoring the dips of his curves. When he reached the hem of the shirt, he pushed his fingers underneath the fabric and back up Yuuri’s spine, pressing down against the raised vertebrae as he went. Yuuri made a little sound, something between a sigh and a whimper, sucked in a breath through his nostrils, and pushed his tongue back against Victor’s.