Whatever answer Yuri was searching for, he doesn't seem to find it, just sighs like he can see whatever it is, but it's just out of reach, and probably Victor shouldn't find that so endearing, but he does. Like he finds that shiver that scuttles across Yuri's skin endearing, and that pink flush on his cheeks, and the haphazard way his hair is drying, and the fact that he's still wearing his glasses, and he can't help feeling that language is a blunt and clumsy tool, too, because it's the only word he can think of to describe this sensation. Endearing. Cute, even, although Yuri might hate that. The fact that Yuri can be this adorable, tripping over words and growing slowly braver with touches that are still clumsy but as determined as any attempt at a jump or step sequence, when only yesterday he was melting the ice with Eros, and today ––
Victor doesn't know how one person can be so many things. It's endlessly fascinating, in a way that would probably make Yuri blush even harder and mumble even more incomprehensibly, which would in turn only charm Victor even further, so not matter what he does, he's doomed.
All of these last months making things even worse, until he'd lost the reins on it completely. If he'd known, if it had been like this back home in St. Petersburg, how could he have ever survived? Even Stay Close to Me doesn't seem right anymore, isn't enough. He's not sure there's a close that's close enough.
But this is a start. This is the best possible way to sit, even if Yuri is heavier than he looks and there's still a tray sitting precariously on the mattress over there that he'll have to keep in mind or risk destroying when he forgets.
Which he will, because Yuri is on his lap and Yuri keeps making those addictive sounds and touching him, and Victor is only human. "Well, it's this way now." The backs of his fingers finding Yuri's cheek and jaw, and how impossible is it that he can, that he's allowed, that it's wanted? He hopes the novelty never wears off. "That's all that matters."
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Date: 2017-04-23 01:16 pm (UTC)Victor doesn't know how one person can be so many things. It's endlessly fascinating, in a way that would probably make Yuri blush even harder and mumble even more incomprehensibly, which would in turn only charm Victor even further, so not matter what he does, he's doomed.
All of these last months making things even worse, until he'd lost the reins on it completely. If he'd known, if it had been like this back home in St. Petersburg, how could he have ever survived? Even Stay Close to Me doesn't seem right anymore, isn't enough. He's not sure there's a close that's close enough.
But this is a start. This is the best possible way to sit, even if Yuri is heavier than he looks and there's still a tray sitting precariously on the mattress over there that he'll have to keep in mind or risk destroying when he forgets.
Which he will, because Yuri is on his lap and Yuri keeps making those addictive sounds and touching him, and Victor is only human. "Well, it's this way now." The backs of his fingers finding Yuri's cheek and jaw, and how impossible is it that he can, that he's allowed, that it's wanted? He hopes the novelty never wears off. "That's all that matters."