"Selfie!" He swore he heard this word way too many times that day but he sighed and turned around, making the victory sign at the camera while his Thai friend snapped a dozen of pictures, almost identical.

"Don't forget you're not allowed to post any picture of me" Yuuri reminded him and Phichit sighed dramatically but nodded.

"Bad luck" It was pretty of silly to believe such thing but he wasn't willing to take any risks so he left the phone down and turned around to watch the one and only Yuuri Katsuki looking at himself in the mirror and rearranging the white tuxedo he was wearing, again and again. He knew it was his imagination but he found more imperfections in his reflexion with each second and that made him nervous because he wanted everything to be perfect.

Yuuri never thought he would marry. It might have been the lack of confidence or maybe, the lack of interest but he never imagined himself tying his future with someone else's. He liked the idea of marriage, he witnessed a healthy one all his life – the one of his parents, but introverted as he was, he was sure he couldn't share everything with someone else; that until Viktor. Now he couldn't be more enthusiastic for having the opportunity to spend the rest of his life with the man he loved. It still felt surreal sometimes, to have the man who occupied his mind ever since he was 12 around him at all times.

On the other hand, Viktor's expectation of marriage was very different. He knew that because they've discussed it one stormy night, when they were back from their trip to Switzerland. Outside it was pouring and the thunders made him shiver as they were cuddled under the blanket, Yuuri's head buried in the crook of Viktor's neck, taking in his sweet smell. He was feeling content, almost sleepy but he couldn't fall asleep and neither did the other so they decided to remain like that and simply enjoy their touch for a little while.

"Are you afraid of storms?" Viktor asked when he observed the way his fiancé was trembling. His arm loosened his grip and his fingers began to form patterns on the covered skin of his back, the steps of a possible new skating routine. It was a soothing motion and that made Yuuri sigh contently.

"I love rain, I don't like the sound of thunder" Viktor hummed but continue to comfort the other, his lips finding his forehead in the gentlest manner. "Vitya?"

"Hmm"

"Have you thought much about marriage before?" The question was not really unexpected because at late hours like this, they used to talk about anything at all, sharing their ideas and getting to know each other better.

"When I was little my mother rarely read story to me before I went to sleep" He started and his fingers moved to the black messy curls on top of Yuuri's head. They were silky and he felt his lover relax against his chest. "So once I learnt how to read I began doing that myself and there were always weddings at the end of fairytales. There were pictures and I used to stare at them a lot and imagine the time when I will be having my own wedding." He chuckled at the fond but rather sad memory and welcomed Yuuri's lips against his in a feathery movement, the Japanese almost swooning because of the cuteness.

Unlike Yuuri who liked to have quiet time for himself, Viktor wanted to always have someone around him and he lived his life with unrealistic romantic expectations – the reason why he was disappointed so many times before he found the man to settle down with. He wanted a big wedding at first but they met halfway and decided on a medium one so Yuuri wouldn't feel uncomfortable either.

The stress about the wedding planning was real and after only one month of preparations the younger man felt drained – it probably had to do with the fact that he was a perfectionist. He was looking paler and always had bags under his eyes so Viktor decided it was time to talk to him. He didn't like that Yuuri was easily startled or that he had an agitated sleep, it was clear he was stressed out.

"Yuuri, solnyshko" he called one afternoon when they were drinking tea in the living room, the latest watching the screen of his laptop concentrated. No answer. "Yuu~ri" Viktor whined, finally receiving the attention he was seeking. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for ideas for invitations" He replied with a sigh. Viktor got up from his side of sofa and crawled closer, leaving his cup on the coffee table and wrapping his arms around Yuuri, running his nose and lips against the sensitive skin of his neck. "Not now, Vitya" He wanted to sound convincing but he was not really unaffected by the ministrations.

"But Yuu~ri!" Viktor dragged the "u", his tone hurried. As he didn't leave the laptop it was time for the Russian to take initiative so he simply closed the thing, making his young fiancé jump annoyed.

"Viktor! I'm serious about this!"

"You're too serious!" The pale-haired man replied and pulled the now-mad man closer to him, placing him in his lap. "I don't like to see you like this!"

"You don't preoccupy yourself with the details and someone has to do it!" The words fell hard in the room and as soon as he heard them himself, Yuuri knew he was in the wrong. Viktor only meant well and he accused him of not caring. He took a big breath and when his arms were ready to leave him he took a hold of them and turned to watch sad blues. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that" The Russian sighed and he wrapped his arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. "I'm just tired, Vitya. I'm sorry I snapped"

"I know, I just don't want you to lose yourself in the process of planning"

"I just want it to be perfect" Viktor sighed and rested his head on Yuuri's shoulder.

"It will be, no matter what. It doesn't matter where it is or what the cake is made of or how we're dressed, it will be perfect for me, that's what you don't seem to understand" The tone was obviously worried and he could understand why but he wasn't prepared for the weird way his stomach began to feel because of the spoken words. Viktor Nikiforov couldn't stop himself from being extra, that was a sure thing.

"It will be perfect for me too" He whispered with a voice so small that it could barely be heard.

"We'll hire a wedding planner tomorrow" Was the final decision and Yuuri would have protested if his fiancé's mouth wouldn't have pressed against his, absorbing all the intentions of words forming.

They had fun afterwards – they went to taste sweets with Yurio, they picked their tuxedos differently, deciding on white and they decided to have the wedding in Japan, outside where the cherry blossoms could be seen during spring.

The bachelor party was a different story. The best men were already chosen: Chris and Phichit, while they resolved for Makkachin to be their ring bearer. It was sure the party was going to be something big and fancy but they knew they had no chance to escape this one, or at least Viktor knew.

"Are you sure you can't come?" Yuuri was lying in bed, the blanket reaching his chin while a warm pad was covering his forehead, his eyes heavy lidded. They were supposed to go together at the bachelor party but Yuuri wasn't feeling well and as reluctant as Viktor was, the boys convinced him there was no way back because they made reservations and were determined to show him a good time.

"No" he mumbled and pouted, watching his fiancé brushing his hair in the mirror. He almost rolled his eyes at how many minutes the man was using to fix his hair – Viktor and his silly obsessions. The man in cause sighed and then rushed to his lover's side, sitting on the edge of the bed and feeling his temperature which seemed alright.

"But I don't want to go without you – I wanted to spend tonight with you too" His lips pressed against the Japanese's cheek that shivered in pleasure and shifted under the covers.

"I think the whole idea is to spend the night separately"

"But I want to always be with you, Yuu~ri!" The skater whined and received a long but gentle kiss on his lips. Yuuri's eyes were sparkling in the dim light when they parted and after a moment of silence and a few more words of reassurance, the older man finally left, a black limousine waiting for him outside. As expected, the guys rented a luxurious car, spent a lot of money on champagne and by the way Chris was acting they were heading towards a strip bar.

"Leave the phone aside, Vitya!" The Swiss scolded, taking the smartphone out of his friend's hand.

"I am checking on Yuuri" He muttered, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he was thinking about his now-burrito fiancé who was suffering of a bad stomach ever since this evening. He had no idea what has been really going on, he just told him he wasn't feeling too well and that he would be better laying in bed; it was curious it suddenly happened but he didn't like that he was going out alone. He was sure he couldn't enjoy himself, knowing his Yuuri was sick.

"Let Phichit do that!" Chris said and turned the phone off. Viktor sighed – he knew he had no chance against the two of them because they were natural phenomena. At the mention, the Thai got his phone out and snapped a few selfies of them, posting one online with the caption "#bachelorparty #getready". It got hundreds of likes in a minute and Phichit smiled satisfied.

"But what if he needs me?"

"He'll be fine, he took some medicine, he told me just now" The Thai said and patted his shoulder friendly.

"So where are we going?" It's been a secret until then and he was sincerely curious. He was almost sure they were going to bring him to a sinful place but he was curious how were they going to do that because they were public figures and having paparazzi all over the place was going to born scandals.

"It's a secret, baby bee" Chris pouted and grabbed a bottle of champagne from God-knows-where, along with three glasses and began to pour the sweet liquid, settled on getting his friend in a happier mood.

They went in circles until Viktor got drunk and began babbling about how much he loved Yuuri and how happy he was to marry the man of his dreams and how he couldn't wait to get home and cover his darling face with kisses and hold him tightly. If he was diabetically sweet when sober, drunk he was even more terrible and even louder. When the car stopped, he rubbed his forehead confused.

"Did we arrive?"

"Not yet! This is Phichit's stop" Viktor hummed, not truly realizing what that implied but as soon as the man got down he began to whine about how Phichit and Yuuri made out once, back in Detroit – which was ridiculous, taking in consideration just how many things he's done with his fiancé until then.

Chris could only laugh at that and coo his best friend, happy to see him this in love.

"Come on, it's time for dessert" The blonde winked and Viktor's face dropped.

"But we didn't have dinner!" He exclaimed innocently as Christophe leaned closer to the driver so he could tell him where to go. It was an address of a faraway part of Sankt Petersburg so it took some time until they got there but they spent it pleasantly, especially now when they were both quite dizzy. The place's name was "Be Lewd" and the neon letters were flashy red, another indication this was indeed a strip bar. "I don't want to see strippers, Chris! I want Yuuri!"

"Shh, it's the last night we can do something like this. Bear with it, mon amour!" The Russian's pouting intensified but he got out of the car and sighed, waiting for his friend. They got inside a small hall and a big man asked for their IDs. He looked like a gorilla and Viktor bit the inside of his cheek so he would not comment on that but soon after they were pointed the right direction and they followed the red lights towards an opened door. Curiously enough there was no music and as soon as they stepped in the main room, Viktor's eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh? Why is it empty?" Shouldn't the man at the entrance stop them if the place was closed? Chris didn't say anything, instead he grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the middle of the room where they sat down, the Russian looking around confused. He saw Phichit entering the room and was ready to ask how did he get there but the lights went out and he gulped. "Chris?"

No answer.

The stage he didn't even notice before lit up and a song he thought he knew began to play in the background. The curtains slowly opened and forward stepped no one else but Yuuri Katsuki, his black hair carefully brushed back like he was wearing it during his Eros routine, dressed in one of Viktor's favourite collar shirts and no glasses. He was fairly smaller than his lover so the shirt was coming down his strong inner thighs, covering his underwear – if he wore any.

"Yuuri?" Viktor asked and the called man looked at him between long eyelashes, licking his lips before biting his lower one, beginning the sensual act as soon as the lyrics began. He turned his back to the audience and bent a little so the curve of his ass was obvious under the shirt and at that Chris whistled and Viktor gulped, unsure how to react. His heart began to pound inside his chest and he could swear he never sobered up so fast in his life.

Yuuri headed towards the pole on the left of the stage and hooked his leg around it, moment in which his fiancé knew exactly what was going to follow. The Japanese hauled himself on the silver poll, spinning around erotically but not showing a glimpse of his underwear. His head on the back he stopped and walked around the poll, his eyes fixed on Vitya who was borderline drooling. He began to increase the speed of the spins and jumped so he hooked his knee around the cold metal and crossed his legs so his body was off ground. His moves were lascivious and when he stopped he jumped higher so now he was hanging upside down, the shirt finally falling and showing the lacy panties he was wearing. They were black and even if the details could not be seen from where Viktor was sitting, they were still making his erection throb inside his pants. Damn, Yuuri Katsuki was an unpredictable man.

He continued to do his magic on the pole, that until the song reached its middle and the girl's tongue rolled every word. Then the music changed and a lot more sensual sound made its way to everyone's ears when Yuuri began to simply dance. He closed his eyes and touched his neck slowly, exactly how Viktor would have wanted to touch him and his hips buckled against thin air, mimicking the sweet touch he was wishing for.

His fingers began to unbutton the shirt ever so slowly and with a grin on he showed his toned chest before he brought his thumb to his mouth, suckling on it greedily. The Russian moaned, unsettled in his chair and when Yuuri rubbed the now-wet skin against a rosy nipple he moaned loudly.

"Calm down, babe" Chris whispered to make sure his friend was remaining in place.

The shirt was gone and he was left in laced panties that showed his obvious arousal. He hooked his fingers inside them and teasingly pushed them down just briefly showing the milky skin under the line. Viktor almost had a heart attack but the Japanese put the panties back in place before stepping closer then climbing down the stairs, a light following him.

I want to drink you sober

I want to feel you

His lips mouthed the lyrics as he spread his legs and leaned over so his face was inches apart from Viktor's. The skin was tingling under his breath and the Russian would have reached for him if his lover wouldn't have grabbed his hands, pinning them down to the armrests.

"No touching, baby" His voice was filled with lust as he got up and turned around, displaying that fine fine backside only for Vitya's eyes to feast. The panties had a transparent portion which was heart shaped and was showing the flawlessness of his round butt cheeks and the temptation of their shape.

"Yuu~ri!" Viktor dragged the "u", his tone a lot lower than usual. At the sound Yuuri grinned and turned just his head to wink at him before he lowered his butt so he was slowly circling the poor man's hardened member, earning a long moan.

He continued to arouse the man, his movements painfully calculated and for the grand finale he faced him and sat on his lap, grinding their erections together as his arms wrapped around his lover's neck and their mouths met hungrily, oblivious to the ending song.

Need you to be my lover

Be my lover

They parted when the lights turned on and they were both breathless, their lips swollen because of the harsh contact. Yuuri was the first to break the silence, bursting in laughter at the sight of his fiancé's amazed expression, his puppy eyes as wide as they could be. He looked comfortable and happy, even if they were displaying affection when their best friends were around and Viktor couldn't help a grin from appearing on his features, deciding Yuuri's laugh was his favourite sound in the whole world.

"Yuu~ri!" He whined and wrapped his arms around the so-called man's small back. "You're such a minx!"

"A very sexy minx" Christophe added and only then Yuuri felt a tinge of embarrassment that instinctively told him he should change the indecent posture he was in. But strong arms wouldn't let him move an inch.

"You must take my age in consideration, you know? I'm old! I could have had a heart attack and died when I saw you like that!" Viktor whined, his face hidden in the white neck in front of him.

"You're only 29, Vitya!" The man chuckled but kissed the pouty man's forehead in a sweet manner that made Phichit elicit a long "aaw". "Besides, it was my time to surprise you" He winked and Viktor's mouth didn't wait to close on his, their tongues battling without delay, searching for each other.

"You really did! I thought you were sick so I've been worried all night" The Russian said, grabbing his hand and placing a kiss on each finger gently. "But you were actually getting ready for a pole-dance and a striptease session"

They all chuckled at that.

"Yuuri, your clothes" Phichit was handling Yuuri a few clothing items that the skater grabbed, blushing furiously.

"Thank you, I was beginning to feel chilly"

"But you're so beautiful like this, solnyshko!" Viktor said, stopping Yuuri from getting up by cupping his backside with both hands and pushing him closer. "I really like this" He whispered huskily into his ear as his fingers hooked into the black pair of panties.

They had a lot of fun that night – they had karaoke, went to another club – this one filled with people and they danced their asses off and had body shots, mostly tequila because that involved licking salt off each other bodies too. They arrived to their apartment around 5 o'clock in the morning and as shitfaced as they were, they kicked some things on their way to the bedroom, kissing and touching any exposed patch of skin.

"You were so sexy, zoloste" Viktor slurred, pushing a chuckling Yuuri on their kind sized bed. The Russian crawled on top of him and began to unbutton the collar shirt the Japanese stripped before and that he ended up wearing for the rest of the night, his lips latched on his neck, marking. "Neposlushnyy" He continued huskily, urging the man to grab his silver locks and pull on them so their mouths could meet hungrily again.

"I need you, Vitya" Yuuri grasped the shirt so roughly that the buttons jumped all over the bed, some falling on the floor. That made them both chuckle before they started making out again. The more skin was showing the more fervently they touched, their moans melting into the night.

The sun was rising when they were finally satiated and Viktor's fingers were running on his lover's back as he was enjoying the warm cheek pressed against his chest. There was nothing like the serenity of the moments spent after love-making when they were simply enjoying each other.

"Sleepy?" The Japanese only nodded so he earned a loving kiss on his sweaty curls, one which made him purr happily. But Yuuri didn't say good night; instead he lifted a finger and began to trace the outlining of Viktor's abdomen.

"Vitya?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you nervous about the wedding?" The Russian smiled and grabbed the roaming hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

"No, only enthusiastic" The reply made the younger man smile and he lifted his head so he could search honest blues. He puckered his lips and earned a chaste and short kiss that made his smile widen.

"I love you, you know that?"

"I think I do. And it happens that I love you too" The older man said teasingly and they giggled animated before Yuuri rested his head against the warm skin again and closed his eyes. "Sleep tight, lyubov mienia"

"Good night, koibito"

They flied to Japan the next day and were welcomed by the Katsuki family who was waiting for them at the airport with a big banner saying "Welcome back Victor + Yuuri!" and a bunch of fans. After a lot of hugs they went together to Yuutopia where they were announced dinner was ready.

"I am so happy you decided to have the ceremony in Japan!" Mama Katsuki said as they ate their favourite dish – katsudon. They were already legally married, they had their papers done in the States because neither Japan nor Russia were approving LGBT marriages but that didn't fully satisfy them – especially Viktor. Typically Russian, he was rather religious and he truly believed in the importance of the ceremony.

"So what name did you settle for?"

"Katsuki-Nikiforov" Yuuri replied and Viktor grinned beside him.

"It has quite a ring" Mari nodded and the lovers looked at each other, mirroring smiles. At first Viktor wanted to take Katsuki, as a proof that he was starting a whole new life but Yuuri insisted they couldn't let the legend die so they decided on both names so neither of them would lose any part of themselves. They only earned in the end.

He was breathing harshly already so he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Phichit brought him a glass of water. He began to worry because he was beginning to sweat and he didn't want to ruin the tuxedo he was wearing. He drank the cold liquid greedily and Phichit sat beside him, patting his shoulder blade in a friendly and supportive manner.

"Just remember – Viktor is the one waiting for you at the end of all this" He nodded and sipped some more water. Indeed, Viktor would be there, beside him, always. "He's probably just as nervous as you are right now"

"Or worse" Yuuri chuckled, trying to relax.

"Or worse" The Thai agreed with a big grin.

In the opposite part of the building Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov was almost making a groove in the floor by walking fast from one wall to another, stopping from time to time to watch himself in the mirror and make sure his hair was looking alright. Christophe was on the bed, checking his Instagram and stopped gliding his finger when he saw a picture of Yuri and Otabek near a cherry tree. He got up and began to walk by Viktor, showing him his phone.

"Young lovebirds" The Swiss said and Viktor sighed, leaving his friend to go to the window. He could see everything was beautifully decorated in the yard – a lot of white tables, people murmuring, an arch made of flowers that was waiting for the grooms. He knew Chris was trying to distract him but it wasn't working. "I can't believe I'm here, you know?" That caught his attention.

"What do you mean?"
"You're so different from how you were when I first met you" The blonde murmured, fixing the other's bow. "You're not the same you were two years ago either. This is the best version of you I witnessed, there's no room for mistakes here."

"I know" Viktor blinked, surprised by the confession. "I never took in consideration the idea that this could be a mistake. I know it isn't – everything I feel tells me so. I just..." He gulped. "Don't want to screw up"

"Baby bee!" Christophe addressed gently. "You couldn't do anything to screw this up. You're Viktor Nikiforov"

"Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov" He mumbled and earned a tight hug.

"Excuse me, monsieur Katsuki-Nikiforov" Vitya chuckled at that. "I am sure your future husband is a scaredy cat right now too"

"Not my Yuuri" He let go and smiled at his friend before someone knocked on the door. He answered and found Yurio who was looking at him angrily. The teen was dressed nicely and his long blonde hair was braided in a complicated manner that made him look very sophisticated but of course he couldn't give up on his tiger-print sneakers.

"It's time"

"So creepy" Viktor murmured and Yurio wrinkled his nose.

"Don't make me kick you on your wedding day, geezer" The three of them went downstairs and greeted the crowd as the Russian was the first to go. He wanted to go towards the flower arch where he could already see the priest but he didn't have the chance because he felt a hand grabbing his. It was a sweaty one but oh-so-familiar and he turned around to meet the most beautiful sight.

"Hi" Yuuri's voice was trembling but he was smiling widely.

"Hello, beautiful" He leaned to kiss his lover's forehead. "Ready?" Yuuri hesitated before nodding and everyone took their places before they walked down the aisle, the best men following. They initially wanted Yuri to be the "flower boy" but they gave up on that idea when the blonde threatened to cut certain beloved parts of their bodies. Yuuri was holding a bouquet of white flowers as the ceremony was held and at some point he realized he barely paid attention to what the man was saying, lost in Viktor's cerulean blues who were searching him lovingly.

Makkachin looked adorable when bringing the wedding bands and of course the Russian couldn't hold himself from petting his beloved fluffy friend and whispering what a good girl she was. Their hands were trembling when they put the rings on but once their hands linked they didn't let go anymore.

"Viktor Nikiforov – do you take Yuuri Katsuki to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do!" He almost shouted and Christophe had to clear his throat to cover his chuckle.

"Yuuri Katsuki – do you –"

"I do!" For everyone's surprise Yuuri's answer was even louder and everyone was amused, the reason why the Japanese's face turned red.

"I declare you husband and husband. You may kiss –" They didn't need to be told twice because they were already kissing lovingly, long, in a way that made everyone applaud.

There were pictures and whistles and shouts and the party officially started. Their fingers intertwined and they decided to keep them like that all night. It started with the thanks – the Katsukis cried, every skater had at least one tear falling; even Yurio, who of course said that "something got inside his eye". The one who caught the bouquet was no one else but Otabek Altin who smiled uneasy at the pictures and reactions. The first dance went anything but smoothly with Yuuri stepping over Viktor's shoes again and again because of the nervousness. He kept apologizing, blushing and his husband kept laughing and promising it was alright. They cut the cake – Yuuri's favourite : white chocolate and strawberries and made lots and lots of pictures, dancing around with everyone and enjoying their time together.

After that, it was the time for speeches – the most frightful even in Yuuri's opinion. Viktor went first. He got on stage like he owned it but his courage disappeared as soon as he turned on the microphone.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to our wedding!" He had a piece of paper with notes but he forgot all about it. "I am actually... I can't believe I am standing here, in front of you, as a wedded man. I've always wanted this, you see – to meet this person that would complete me thoroughly but by 18 years old I gave up on the idea." There was a shaky breath and a break. "When Yuuri started to love me, everything changed. I thought I was happy with five gold medals but in reality I never knew happiness before my Yuuri. So thank you, solnyshko, I promise I will spend the rest of my life doing my best at loving you and making you happy!"

Yuuri was crying beside the stage and at that point he wondered if he could really do that. Viktor came closer and hugged him tightly for a few moments before kissing his mouth chastely and letting go so he could take his place on the stage.

"Uhm – hi!" Yuuri smiled shyly. "I am not a man of words and I bet no one wonders who is the cheesiest from the two of us" At that the crowd chuckled. "I'll try my best to surpass my dear husband, though. I honestly still can't believe I am not dreaming because I just married the man I've had posters all over my bedroom of. A few years ago I was buying magazines to find out what type of juice was his favourite or if he slept with socks on. Grapes and no, he doesn't – in case you were wondering" Another wave of chuckles. "Now, I am spending my days trying to teach this idol, admired by hundreds of people, how to chop vegetables or how to separate clothes before washing. The Viktor from real life is not the same from the interviews or magazines –" He gulped. "He is a thousand times more beautiful , in his silliness and clinginess. Vitya and I meet halfway, we are not perfect but I would not change what we have for anything and for that I promise to always fight for us. I love you" He said smiling and thanked the public before climbing down the stage and being greeted with a kiss.

Many more followed and there were some embarrassing moments because after a certain hour everyone got drunk but they were too happy to care. They were supposed to launch lanterns if the sky was to be clear so after midnight they reached for a pink one they lit it as a start for the others.

"Make a wish" Yuuri urged before they let go. The Russian nodded and as soon as the lantern began to rise to the stars he went to wrap his arms around his husband, pulling him in for a kiss. "What did you wish for?"

"To live a long and happy life with you. You?"

"Happiness" Yuuri whispered with a smile. "I'll love you forever"

"Even when I will be old and bald?"

"You're not balding, Vitya! But if you would start balding, by any chance, I would still love you the same"

"Yuu~ri!" Viktor called and pressed their lips together. "I love you so much!"

"I know, I know" Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov replied with a chuckle, his fingers running with endless tenderness through the silver locks of his husband.

Neposlushnyy - naughty (Russian)

Koibito - sweetheart (Japanese)

The song I used for Yuuri's striptease was "Drink you sober" by Bitter:Sweet

A/N: So we finally reached the end! It was a long road but I hope it was as pleasurable for you as it was for me for I invested many feelings in this particular story! It is always hard to write a final chapter because I usually get emotional and want everything to be perfect so I hope I succeeded in writing a satisfying ending ^_^ Thank you for the endless support and for the lovely lovely reviews! I am planning on making a parenting sequel to this story so until then I wish you the best and send you my love! xx