By the time Viktor Nikiforov finds Katsuki Yuuri, he is completely and thoroughly touch starved.
Viktor has been without physical affection for far too long, wanting and wishing for it all the time and not getting it. Yes, he has Makkachin, and most days he thinks to himself that he has no idea what he would’ve done without his faithful poodle over the years–but the lack of people in his life who he could talk to and hug and touch weighs heavily on his heart.
Naturally, when he finds Yuuri, he gravitates towards him, finds himself absurdly clingy all the time. Viktor is the touchy type anyways, he’s always known that he’s a very tactile and affectionate person, but with Yuuri it’s different. Yuuri lets Viktor hold his hand in public, kisses him goodbye when they part ways, doesn’t protest too much when Viktor pulls him into his lap–except for the way that he mumbles “Viktor!” in a faux disapproving tone under his breath and blushes a little, but he doesn’t resist. In fact, he always melts into Viktor’s arms like he’s dying for Viktor’s touch as well.
It’s not always easy for Viktor, though. Sometimes he finds himself reaching out for Yuuri because he’s scared–scared that one day, all too soon, he’ll reach out and Yuuri’s hand one be there to hold his own, that he’ll have to wake up in the morning without Yuuri’s solid, warm form pressed against the length of his own. Sometimes, he finds himself reaching out to touch Yuuri because he needs a reminder that Yuuri is really there, needs reassurance that can only be given by proof that Yuuri is real and solid and warm beneath his hands.
Yuuri kisses him, holds him, strokes his hair, touches him back like he knows. Like he knows how much Viktor needs this. Viktor doesn’t like to voice his fears out loud, but Yuuri has always been good at being a silent and reliable source of comfort for him. When Viktor crawls into Yuuri’s lap, or rests his head on his shoulder, or idly starts running his fingers over Yuuri’s, tracing every crease and line like he’s memorizing it… Yuuri just accepts him happily, holds him close, lets Viktor soak up his warmth and comfort.
Viktor feels unbelievably lucky to have Yuuri by his side, but a part of him worries. He’s touch starved and now he’s getting his fill, and every passing day with Yuuri reminds him that he couldn’t go back to being alone again.
So he holds on, always hoping that he’ll never be forced to let go.
(anime/yoi only blog:@viktorkatsuki)