Yuri's nose is kissed in the first pang of something that actually is drops of cold that he desperately doesn't want, but can't be shaken when Victor goes on. Asking him for patience, before pressing close again. Until he's got his eyes closed, breathing out heavily, and Yuri is staring. Unmoving. Suddenly confused, and he doesn't want to be. So very much.
Wants to dig his fingers into Victor's side and his waist, still that faint flush of barely held boldness. They only just stopped disagreeing, and agreed on something, hadn't they? Why? Why was it the next words to come out of his mouth, making it so Yuri suddenly felt like every warmth was fading away just as soon as it had finally come back?
He doesn't want. Victor had just said.
He was. Wants.
It this is real, supposed to be, going to be real, why Victor would say.
"Victor." It's reluctant as it is soft because he's so close, Victor just opening his eyes, looking so bright and dazed-pleased still, and because. Yuri doesn't want to say it. Doesn't want to break this. At all, or want to do it, or Victor to. Again. Always him. This second that feels already confused and like it's slipping from his fingers even when Victor hasn't. Victor doesn't look like.
Except. As maybe unreal as it being him might be.
It's not Yuri who knows that's wrong. (A clear lie.) The whole worlds knows it. Well known, even.
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Date: 2017-04-20 07:09 pm (UTC)Wants to dig his fingers into Victor's side and his waist, still that faint flush of barely held boldness. They only just stopped disagreeing, and agreed on something, hadn't they? Why? Why was it the next words to come out of his mouth, making it so Yuri suddenly felt like every warmth was fading away just as soon as it had finally come back?
He doesn't want. Victor had just said.
He was. Wants.
It this is real, supposed to be, going to be real, why Victor would say.
"Victor." It's reluctant as it is soft because he's so close, Victor just opening his eyes, looking so bright and dazed-pleased still, and because. Yuri doesn't want to say it. Doesn't want to break this. At all, or want to do it, or Victor to. Again. Always him. This second that feels already confused and like it's slipping from his fingers even when Victor hasn't. Victor doesn't look like.
Except. As maybe unreal as it being him might be.
It's not Yuri who knows that's wrong. (A clear lie.)
The whole worlds knows it. Well known, even.
"You've already been with other people."