Victor moves and it only narrowly doesn't make Yuri groan in disappointment, start shifting his weight, to realize Victor is only looking down. Making him pause and look down to where Victor is moving his legs. Not to stand, but to drop down onto the bed. Getting off his knees, but not to his feet. Sitting down on the bed itself. It's a confusing move, enough that Yuri doesn't seen it coming.
When Victor reaches out and pulls him in, suddenly, next. "Victor!"
When Yuri's body, under him, with dawning awareness flails, and everything he's been doing good to create equilibrium with the pressure and the pain and everything that was Victor and seemed so much more important. Movement sends that out, with a number of aching bursts of pain all along his ankles, his knees, that hip, and his spine.
His weight tumbles, knees sliding unprepared, while Victor just positions him on top of Victor's own legs. He doesn't know if it's that Victor isn't listening, or that everything goes spotty shortly. His hands tighten on Victor's shoulders with a red-faced grumble while he tries to unfold a little now that everything of his body is a small throbbing mass, to straighten his abused legs with a small pop on each side of Victor like little inhuman shoots rocketing out.
But Victor doesn't seem to notice, doesn't seem to care. Is already pressed right back to his shoulder. Is pressing a kiss into the soft skin of Yuri's throat, making Yuri shiver and shift despite all else, and sighing into him like this was the only thing Victor had ever meant to consider really. Yuri lets out a breath, arms resting across the flat of Victor's shoulders, with some exasperation, "You're impossible."
As though clarification was required. "I am not the tray."
Even if there's exasperation, as the shock fades there's no surprise in it though.
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Date: 2017-04-21 06:03 pm (UTC)When Victor reaches out and pulls him in, suddenly, next. "Victor!"
When Yuri's body, under him, with dawning awareness flails, and everything he's been doing good to create equilibrium with the pressure and the pain and everything that was Victor and seemed so much more important. Movement sends that out, with a number of aching bursts of pain all along his ankles, his knees, that hip, and his spine.
His weight tumbles, knees sliding unprepared, while Victor just positions him on top of Victor's own legs. He doesn't know if it's that Victor isn't listening, or that everything goes spotty shortly. His hands tighten on Victor's shoulders with a red-faced grumble while he tries to unfold a little now that everything of his body is a small throbbing mass, to straighten his abused legs with a small pop on each side of Victor like little inhuman shoots rocketing out.
But Victor doesn't seem to notice, doesn't seem to care. Is already pressed right back to his shoulder. Is pressing a kiss into the soft skin of Yuri's throat, making Yuri shiver and shift despite all else, and sighing into him like this was the only thing Victor had ever meant to consider really. Yuri lets out a breath, arms resting across the flat of Victor's shoulders, with some exasperation, "You're impossible."
As though clarification was required. "I am not the tray."
Even if there's exasperation, as the shock fades there's no surprise in it though.