“I’m feeling like you have a mail-order Russian boytoy sleeping in your bed.”
“Phichit! Don’t call him that,” Yuuri snaps, ears scorched and heart kicked into fury. “Vicchan isn’t a – only you would say something – he’s just – it’s not – it’s not like that. It’s definitely not like that!”
Phichit takes a delicate sip of his tea, blinking far too innocently at Yuuri. “Oh? My, what a reaction. Tell me, Yuuri, what is it like? Because the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen apparently crawls on his knees for you and begs for your attention.”
Yuuri thinks he's being scammed when the guy he almost slept with quite literally throws himself at Yuuri's feet and begs.
Olympic gold medalist Victor Nikiforov is, instead, casually falling apart.
- Part 1 of Dog People
Just because they moved in together in St. Petersburg doesn't mean it's automatically happily ever after. But they get pretty damn close.
- Part 2 of Dog People