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"On or off?"
"Hmmm?" A half-asleep Viktor buried his head deeper into Yuuri's chest. "If you're trying to kick me out, I refuse."
That argument would wait till later — the bed was tight for two, especially the night before the team event.
"Our rings. On or off for competition?"
Viktor lifted his head and looked (blearily) into Yuuri's eyes. "We always wear them. Why would tomorrow be different?"
"It's the Olympics."
"Which are famously known for their rings."
"But—"
Before Yuuri could bring up the larger audience and their teams, he was silenced with a kiss.
"We wear them. Proudly."
