lucycamui:

crimson-chains:

@lucycamui made an excellent point that there is not enough wet T-shirt Yuri in the world XD
SO I DID MY BEST TO HELP FILL THAT GAP
Also, Daisy Dukes Yuri needs to be a thing too

Yuuri was wet. Dripping wet.

That was the single thought on Victor’s mind. Wet, dripping Yuuri. Wet, dripping Yuuri in a white tshirt that clung to him like a second skin.

Soaked fabric mapped his muscles, folding and bunching at his waist, pale color of his skin showing through. The tan of his nipples perking up under the material.   Legs stretching on for long summer days, accentuated by the daisy dukes that Victor had no idea where or when Yuuri had gotten, but he’d pray at every temple in the world in gratitude.

Yuuri leaned over the hood of Victor’s hot pink Cadillac, reaching out on his tip-toes to ensure the soapy rag in his hands sudded up every inch of the car. His tush in the air, thick thighs tense with the stretch, like a gift that Victor got the privilege of opening day after day.

“Victor!” Yuuri pushed off the car, standing up straight. He swept his hair from his face, pushing his bangs back with wet fingers. In the sunlight, he shone. The droplets speckling him glittered like diamonds.

Victor felt like crying.

“Get over here! You said you’d help!”

As if Victor needed any reason to rush to Yuuri. To sweep him up and take advantage of the sinfully cut shorts, fingers digging into the round curve of perk buttocks peeking out. Yuuri’s lips were as sweet as the midsummer sun, and he laughed into the enthusiastic kiss like a blessing.

“Forgive me, you’re too distracting,” Victor said, smiling even as Yuuri smacked his chest with the damp rag.

“No forgiveness, not when I’ve nearly finished this whole thing by myself,” Yuuri replied, his fingers walking up the centerline of Victor’s chest.

“We can rewash it together?” Victor suggested, and Yuuri tipped his head to the side in feigned consideration.

“Waste of water.”

“Then how about we make a good reason for it?” Victor suggested. He lifted a yelping, laughing Yuuri up onto the hood of the car, stripping off his soaked shirt and showering him with a flood of kisses and wandering touches.

The car had never felt so filthy.