Yuri is blushing, and catching his breath, and trying to find some sort of footing to protest, but he can't. Victor is charmed by it all.
By Yuri's pink cheeks and shining eyes, and his arms still around Victor's neck. What about this is supposed to make Victor believe he's actually sorry for anything at all, least of all pouncing on Victor to kiss him? "I don't think you're sorry at all."
Probably he shouldn't sound so pleased with that, but how can he think responsibly when Yuri has, seemingly out of the blue, decided to start kissing him, and letting Victor haul him in close enough he can feel the expansion and deflation of his chest with every breath Yuri takes? He can't. He's too delighted. Has he ever, in his entire life, had a day this good? If he's supposed to be anything other than delighted that Yuri is wholly unapologetic for kissing him, he can't quite figure out how, let alone why.
Even if Yuri is starting to come down from whatever loss of his senses he'd just suffered, enough to ask that question that trails off, which just lets Victor answer it for him. "Good?"
Leaning to punctuate it with a kiss that's warm and pleased and just this side of smug. "Very good?"
And another. Arms wrapped around Yuri's back, one hand flat on his shoulderblade, the other running light but proprietary fingers over the nape of his neck. "Yes, I think so."
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Date: 2017-04-21 01:20 pm (UTC)By Yuri's pink cheeks and shining eyes, and his arms still around Victor's neck. What about this is supposed to make Victor believe he's actually sorry for anything at all, least of all pouncing on Victor to kiss him? "I don't think you're sorry at all."
Probably he shouldn't sound so pleased with that, but how can he think responsibly when Yuri has, seemingly out of the blue, decided to start kissing him, and letting Victor haul him in close enough he can feel the expansion and deflation of his chest with every breath Yuri takes? He can't. He's too delighted. Has he ever, in his entire life, had a day this good? If he's supposed to be anything other than delighted that Yuri is wholly unapologetic for kissing him, he can't quite figure out how, let alone why.
Even if Yuri is starting to come down from whatever loss of his senses he'd just suffered, enough to ask that question that trails off, which just lets Victor answer it for him. "Good?"
Leaning to punctuate it with a kiss that's warm and pleased and just this side of smug. "Very good?"
And another. Arms wrapped around Yuri's back, one hand flat on his shoulderblade, the other running light but proprietary fingers over the nape of his neck. "Yes, I think so."