At arrivals, Viktor moved so fast that he was a blur, barreling into Yuuri’s arms and clinging to him like Yuuri was a seat cushion in the unlikely event of a water landing.
“Hey, Vitya.” The smaller man smiled, adjusting his feet to keep his balance under his fiancé's full body weight.
“I missed you so much.” Viktor rasped.
“I missed you too.” Yuuri cooed before Viktor pulled away just enough to cough into his elbow.
It was a deep, wet cough. The kind that whipped throats, and Yuuri could see Viktor’s nose crinkle slightly in pain as it did.
“Sweetheart, are you sick?” He asked, pressing his hand to his love’s forehead. It was hot, and not in the sexy way- well, it was that too- but it was also temperature hot.