It feels stupid, and foolish, and messy. Emotional, beyond what should be let out, which is already beyond what he should be feeling. After he already threw himself at Victor, into Victor's arms, in the airport. Which can't have been within the last two hours, it feels foggy and an ocean away, cloud cover between him and there, then. Nothing feels entirely right, and Yuri's arms tighten slightly on Victor because of it.
He already said it twice. Once more than necessary, and it's still there in his mouth. Not better. Still pressing to get out, even while still not actually enough. Not right.
He's only the more right -- that it's not right, that it's not enough -- when Victor raises his head, and he's the kind of beautiful that never stops taking the whole universe captive, and Yuri is barely a blip beside the size of that universal reach. You'd think Yuri would know that by now, but his heart still shivers, shudders, wobbling confused like it forgot how to walk and is trying to explode everywhere all at once. A new layer on all the mess inside of his chest.
His hair doesn't look any less like it's supposed to, but his eyes are still that stunningly beautiful refracting blue, and his smile. Victor's smile, even small and quiet, only for this second, for those words. It only makes everything sharper, clearer, that ache still in there, with no exit or name or right words for it. Everything feeling only amplified by being in the middle of feeling it and having to meet Victor's eyes at the same second.
Yuri isn't sure if it says something that even if he's not quite expecting it, that the moment Victor moves forward, he does know, down as deep as his bones, that Victor is about to kiss him. Only long enough really to be very aware of the exact second Victor's lips touch his and the very real, and intensely embarrassing way, a whimper escapes up his throat and out of his mouth at the contact.
But not even that, while not gone and not forgotten and not respectable, can stop the way Yuri sinks down into Victor, into Victor kissing him. Into the way everything that's been threatening to, explodes, again, in his heart and his stomach, coming out in the way his fingers tighten around the back and opposite side of Victor's neck, where his hand had been resting.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zaluzianskya and ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
skylark_photos
no subject
Date: 2017-08-22 03:33 am (UTC)It feels stupid, and foolish, and messy. Emotional, beyond what should be let out, which is already beyond what he should be feeling. After he already threw himself at Victor, into Victor's arms, in the airport. Which can't have been within the last two hours, it feels foggy and an ocean away, cloud cover between him and there, then. Nothing feels entirely right, and Yuri's arms tighten slightly on Victor because of it.
He already said it twice. Once more than necessary, and it's still there in his mouth.
Not better. Still pressing to get out, even while still not actually enough. Not right.
He's only the more right -- that it's not right, that it's not enough -- when Victor raises his head, and he's the kind of beautiful that never stops taking the whole universe captive, and Yuri is barely a blip beside the size of that universal reach. You'd think Yuri would know that by now, but his heart still shivers, shudders, wobbling confused like it forgot how to walk and is trying to explode everywhere all at once. A new layer on all the mess inside of his chest.
His hair doesn't look any less like it's supposed to, but his eyes are still that stunningly beautiful refracting blue, and his smile. Victor's smile, even small and quiet, only for this second, for those words. It only makes everything sharper, clearer, that ache still in there, with no exit or name or right words for it. Everything feeling only amplified by being in the middle of feeling it and having to meet Victor's eyes at the same second.
Yuri isn't sure if it says something that even if he's not quite expecting it, that the moment Victor moves forward, he does know, down as deep as his bones, that Victor is about to kiss him. Only long enough really to be very aware of the exact second Victor's lips touch his and the very real, and intensely embarrassing way, a whimper escapes up his throat and out of his mouth at the contact.
But not even that, while not gone and not forgotten and not respectable, can stop the way Yuri sinks down into Victor, into Victor kissing him. Into the way everything that's been threatening to, explodes, again, in his heart and his stomach, coming out in the way his fingers tighten around the back and opposite side of Victor's neck, where his hand had been resting.