He lets Yuri pull away to take a breath and look at him, seeing ... he has no idea what, while his cheeks and mouth have gone pink and his eyes can't seem to help drifting down to Victor's lips. It's still a novelty to see that happen: Yuri, finally looking at him the way he's used to people looking at him, the way he had all those months ago in Sochi, before it was like that night never happened at all.
He almost thinks Yuri will actually lean in and kiss him back, or first, and that really is a novelty, one he's not sure he'll ever get used to. There haven't yet been enough kisses for him to lose count, or lose track, and Yuri's still testing the waters, still trying to get used to it all, and Victor can understand that. He's only a little over a week away from having been kissed for the very first time, and he's always been shy and uncertain.
So it's no surprise when he doesn't act on that look, while Victor's hands tighten just gently against the edge of his jaw, cold fingers brushing Yuri's travel-wild hair, before he lets go and sits back again, smile a sidelong curve. "I just couldn't wait any longer."
It's only been minutes, but it's been days, that felt like months.
At least the car is warming up now, and he reaches for his seatbelt and switches the radio onto something low, before slipping the car out of park and reversing out of the parkling slot. "Let's go: I'm sure you're ready to get home."
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He lets Yuri pull away to take a breath and look at him, seeing ... he has no idea what, while his cheeks and mouth have gone pink and his eyes can't seem to help drifting down to Victor's lips. It's still a novelty to see that happen: Yuri, finally looking at him the way he's used to people looking at him, the way he had all those months ago in Sochi, before it was like that night never happened at all.
He almost thinks Yuri will actually lean in and kiss him back, or first, and that really is a novelty, one he's not sure he'll ever get used to. There haven't yet been enough kisses for him to lose count, or lose track, and Yuri's still testing the waters, still trying to get used to it all, and Victor can understand that. He's only a little over a week away from having been kissed for the very first time, and he's always been shy and uncertain.
So it's no surprise when he doesn't act on that look, while Victor's hands tighten just gently against the edge of his jaw, cold fingers brushing Yuri's travel-wild hair, before he lets go and sits back again, smile a sidelong curve. "I just couldn't wait any longer."
It's only been minutes, but it's been days, that felt like months.
At least the car is warming up now, and he reaches for his seatbelt and switches the radio onto something low, before slipping the car out of park and reversing out of the parkling slot. "Let's go: I'm sure you're ready to get home."