"Yuri-", he whispered, his breath fanning the competitive skater's cheek, "breathe."

His charge sucked a short breath in while glancing everywhere but him.

"I am breathing."

He couldn't help the smile curving his lips. "Of course." Leaning even more forward, pressing his entire weight into his pupil, he tucked his face into Yuri's hair, and listened to the soft groans slipping from Yuri's throat.

"Viktor.."

"Just a little longer."

He could feel the heat rippling from Yuri's face against his neck. It was obvious his charge was blushing, which was exactly what he wanted. As soon as it was announced yesterday that Yuri was officially in first place, he had lost his confidence. Nerves badgered him into reclusion. His switch flipped.

Yuri, while being right beside him, suddenly felt as if he were miles away.

It was common in ice skating to utilize nerves. They were what sharpened a performance from okay to outstanding. So, at first he had left Yuri alone. But now with them being only a few hours from performing again, he acted.

Victor shifted his grip, pressing a little deeper in some areas, lifting himself slightly to alter the type of stretch. And grinned harder when Yuri relaxed. He turned his face deeper into the brunet's hair, finding his soft ear.

"Do you like me on top Yuri?"
Immediately he felt his charge's body tighten and burn with a body wide blush. Incredulous brown eyes found his.

"VIKTOR!"

His laugh filled the small room of stretching skaters, drawing the attention of many. But that mattered very little, his goal had been accomplished. Yuri was out of his own head and now focused on him. He could work with this.