It still doesn't feel enough even when Victor amends his words as thought to say it doesn't matter if Yuri doesn't have the words, if Yuri doesn't know the answer, or can't, or won't, give it to Victor. It doesn't feel enough, but the problem with that words is that it jumbles. It jumbles on Victor still touching him. Not stopping no matter how unqualified he keeps proving he is for even single conversations this evening, amid this, about this.
He feels more like an ignorant idiot, like a naive child, like he's slamming a wall -- and Victor still does that.
Reaches up, as though it's the easiest thing in the world, and brushes the backs of his fingers, again, against Yuri's cheek, and jaw. Softer skin, but just as gentle a touch as only a minute ago, with his knuckles instead, and Yuri's chest aches. Impossible feelings and impossible want pushing up everywhere in him. To be beautiful. To be as effortlessly eloquent as that deserves. As Victor does.
That even not being it, he still presses toward it. Like it isn't even a thought, a decision. Victor touches him and the whole world reorients to him instead of anything Yuri was doing or thinking. Victor's fingers stroke his skin and he's already leaned into the touch before he's even registering, entirely, the soft feel of those fingers, the trail of tingling warmth they make. When he wants that to be true. Victor's words. More than the pitfalls that seem to spring up everywhere once he's spotted one.
Making him give a small nod of his head and try to just look down and meet Victor's eyes again.
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Date: 2017-04-23 01:50 pm (UTC)He feels more like an ignorant idiot, like a naive child, like he's slamming a wall -- and Victor still does that.
Reaches up, as though it's the easiest thing in the world, and brushes the backs of his fingers, again, against Yuri's cheek, and jaw. Softer skin, but just as gentle a touch as only a minute ago, with his knuckles instead, and Yuri's chest aches. Impossible feelings and impossible want pushing up everywhere in him. To be beautiful. To be as effortlessly eloquent as that deserves. As Victor does.
That even not being it, he still presses toward it. Like it isn't even a thought, a decision. Victor touches him and the whole world reorients to him instead of anything Yuri was doing or thinking. Victor's fingers stroke his skin and he's already leaned into the touch before he's even registering, entirely, the soft feel of those fingers, the trail of tingling warmth they make. When he wants that to be true. Victor's words. More than the pitfalls that seem to spring up everywhere once he's spotted one.
Making him give a small nod of his head and try to just look down and meet Victor's eyes again.