okay but this is really short but its 1 am here some fluff)
There’s pros and cons to losing/gaining weight. Pros; looking good and feeling good. Cons; stretch marks for days. Yuuri even has some on his back they’re so bad. He hates them, to be honest. They stood out on his skin while he skated, and he couldn’t wear anything that was too revealing (which he didn’t mind), but people who picked his costumes out/made them would usually just sigh in defeat and try to cover them up.
But there’s one person who loves Yuuri’s marks. Viktor. Viktor loves the pale marks that litter his thighs, stomach and the lower part of his back. Every chance he gets to see them, he kisses them and tickles Yuuri while he’s at it.
But when he saw them for the first time was when he was really breathless. They fitted Yuuri’s body so perfectly, they made him seem complete in Viktor’s eyes.
“Stop staring! They’re embarrassing!” Yuuri looked away before pulling on his shirt as Viktor stared in wonder. He’s never seen stretch marks before, and they were intriguing, he wanted to see more.
“Why? They make you, you.” Viktor said, walking closer to the shorter skater. Yuuri’s face flushed a deep red before sitting and pulling on his tennis shoes.
“Shush, we have to go.”
“Okay, Mr. Bossypants.”
The second time Viktor sees them is when he caught Yuuri changing in his room. He just watches from afar to admire the scars that litter his tummy and back. He can’t help himself when he walks in, grabs Yuuri by his hips and press his lips to the top of Yuuri’s spine. Viktor’s long fingers trace the indentions on Yuuri’s skin before a breathy laugh making it’s way through Viktor when he hears the audible gasp from Yuuri.
“You’re so beautiful, Yuuri.” Viktor whispers against his skin before moving lower, on one knee to reach the lower back stretch marks.
“Viktor, st-stop.” Yuuri’s face flushed a deep red before a giggle escaped him.
“Why? You need to know you’re perfect. Even with these.” Viktor’s fingertips traced the jagged lines on Yuuri’s body, making goosebumps rise everywhere he touched. Viktor rubbed soothing circles onto the flesh on Yuuri’s back before Viktor stood again, turning the younger lad to face him. “So beautiful, you know?”
“I prefer not to know.” Yuuri replied before Viktor laughed, bringing his hand up to caress Yuuri’s cheek. The younger lad leaned into the palm before looking up, meeting icy blue eyes.
“Then you need to know.” Viktor replied before picking up the younger (‘viktor no! put me down! im heavy you idiot!’) and carrying him to his bed. The two spent the rest of the day, cuddling, laughing and lots of blushing on Yuuri’s behalf. And loving all of Yuuri’s stretch marks.