That's true, and it gets a faint rumble of a sound that barely makes it past Victor's chest in response, and he does move. Just not to save the tray.
No, his knees are sore from being knelt on for too long, supporting his weight and part of Yuri's, and they complain now more than the used to, so when he does let go, it's only with one arm, to lean back and prop himself up while he shifts. Legs uncurling from underneath him, the right bending flat against the comforter, right foot under his left knee, which conveniently gives him an excellent spot to draw Yuri into, as his left leg bends to wall him in, leaving Victor sitting half cross-legged and half sprawling. It drops him another few inches, even as he's pulling Yuri onto him as if he's more of a stuffed teddy bear for Victor to hold onto than a skater with elbows and knees and a bruised hip and, potentially, free will.
Yuri might scramble. He might pull away. He might poke at Victor and tease. He can do whatever he wants, it's all fine: but Victor wants to hold onto him a little while longer, even if Yuri's weight will eventually cut off the circulation in his leg.
He doesn't care. From this angle, he can wrap his arms around Yuri's ribs and settle his head back on Yuri's shoulder, and all it takes to ghost a kiss over Yuri's throat is to tip his head just slightly and let his mouth run across the skin right there. "In a minute."
Muffled into Yuri's shirt and skin, while Victor sighs like a dog that has just managed to tamp out the perfect circular bed into a blanket, after turning around and around and around before getting to collapse boneless and satisfied.
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Date: 2017-04-21 04:49 pm (UTC)No, his knees are sore from being knelt on for too long, supporting his weight and part of Yuri's, and they complain now more than the used to, so when he does let go, it's only with one arm, to lean back and prop himself up while he shifts. Legs uncurling from underneath him, the right bending flat against the comforter, right foot under his left knee, which conveniently gives him an excellent spot to draw Yuri into, as his left leg bends to wall him in, leaving Victor sitting half cross-legged and half sprawling. It drops him another few inches, even as he's pulling Yuri onto him as if he's more of a stuffed teddy bear for Victor to hold onto than a skater with elbows and knees and a bruised hip and, potentially, free will.
Yuri might scramble. He might pull away. He might poke at Victor and tease. He can do whatever he wants, it's all fine: but Victor wants to hold onto him a little while longer, even if Yuri's weight will eventually cut off the circulation in his leg.
He doesn't care. From this angle, he can wrap his arms around Yuri's ribs and settle his head back on Yuri's shoulder, and all it takes to ghost a kiss over Yuri's throat is to tip his head just slightly and let his mouth run across the skin right there. "In a minute."
Muffled into Yuri's shirt and skin, while Victor sighs like a dog that has just managed to tamp out the perfect circular bed into a blanket, after turning around and around and around before getting to collapse boneless and satisfied.