This is crossposted from my Ao3, sdecci. Summary box: Late one night when they're in bed together and everything is going fine just as usual, Viktor shifts in his sleep and a hand is planted just above Yuuri's waistline, slipping up his shirt a little. They had gone out and had fun and been so exhausted when they got back that they didn't care to take anything off before crashing onto the bed. Now it was nearly 5 A.M., Yuuri had been woken up by this, and Viktor was still faceplanted on his back with a snore that wouldn't be so noticeable if it weren't the only sound in the room that Yuuri had to hear.