Am I now doomed to think about Viktor getting completely and totally wet for garlic bread?? Like why is it my punishment on the mortal coil to be constantly reminded that in some alternate universe out there, Viktor Nikiforov is a 1000+ year old undead vampire who has to cross his legs at the first whiff of garlic, whose fingers steeple into the fabric of any given seat when Yuuri says, "I could really go for some Italian food." Why is this my lot in life and why do I like it.
Welcome to the Jungle. : )
Probs because in that same universe Viktor Nikiforov is a 1000 year old undead fucking masochist vampire who routinely watches the love of his death sloppily eat garlic bread and wipe garlic butter all over his neck and wrists and only learns life, love, and jizzlepating again because of it.
(By which I mean yes, yes you are. Think about Yuuri slathering an unmelted stripe from his ear, across his clavicle, down his chest. Think about him doing this with his glasses slipping down his nose while chewing the bread right out of the bag, unheated, because he’s a sloppy trashbag and he kind of likes it better that way. Think about Viktor passing out because he gets a stiffy too many days after he lasts replenishes his blood supply - UGH DISGUSTING HOW DOES ANYONE THINK VAMPIRES ARE SEXY - so all the actual literal facts blood in his body goes to his dick and he hits his head on the table on his way down. Think about Viktor brushing a lock of hair back behind Yuuri’s ear a few hours later and remembering about the butter when he feels the burn and passing out again. I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING ANYMORE.)
(Also I never asked if you ever ate that garlic bread you had in your house. Did you? How was it?)