He's going to go on feeling flushed, feeling like he's flushing more, the more Victor sounds pleased. His voice this warm thing getting inside more than Yuri's ears, and Yuri's cheeks. It feels like it permeated right through his skin, brushes and mingles and all but purrs itself straight into his blood.
When Victor suggests good, and then is kissing him, again, so warm and dizzying, like the point of the point, and then very good is breathed on his lips, and Yuri's heart skips in his chest. Several times. If that's even possible. It feels dizzyingly possible. Like, for this brief half-second, everything is possible if this is possible, Victor is possible. At a word he hadn't even touched and left behind, discarded as soon as fingered lightly at the edges of a thought. At this thing that is the first thing to come to Victor's mind, Victor's lips?
That it was Good. Very Good, even.
Kissing him while his arms are around Yuri's body, flat on his back and brushing against the skin at the bottom of his neck. This place only touched before by Victor's lips, and the collars of his shirts, and the occasional pressure of Victor's arm thrown on his shoulders, dragging him close or hugging him. Running down his throat, curling there to hold only. Nothing, nothing like the bubbles of comparison that drift up and fall away against this touch from Victor.
Nothing, nothing like this feeling that makes his lashes flutter -- and when had they even moved close enough to touch? -- while there's a soft hummm vibrating in the top of his chest, and the bottom of his throat, forehead touching Victor's, making his voice softer for, "Okay."
Then, nebulous, like an answer and just a soft whisper, repeating. "Good."
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Date: 2017-04-21 02:06 pm (UTC)When Victor suggests good, and then is kissing him, again, so warm and dizzying, like the point of the point, and then very good is breathed on his lips, and Yuri's heart skips in his chest. Several times. If that's even possible. It feels dizzyingly possible. Like, for this brief half-second, everything is possible if this is possible, Victor is possible. At a word he hadn't even touched and left behind, discarded as soon as fingered lightly at the edges of a thought. At this thing that is the first thing to come to Victor's mind, Victor's lips?
That it was Good. Very Good, even.
Kissing him while his arms are around Yuri's body, flat on his back and brushing against the skin at the bottom of his neck. This place only touched before by Victor's lips, and the collars of his shirts, and the occasional pressure of Victor's arm thrown on his shoulders, dragging him close or hugging him. Running down his throat, curling there to hold only. Nothing, nothing like the bubbles of comparison that drift up and fall away against this touch from Victor.
Nothing, nothing like this feeling that makes his lashes flutter -- and when had they even moved close enough to touch? -- while there's a soft hummm vibrating in the top of his chest, and the bottom of his throat, forehead touching Victor's, making his voice softer for, "Okay."
Then, nebulous, like an answer and just a soft whisper, repeating. "Good."