Victor laughs, and it vibrates through his skin, ripples in the explosion of heat that has become his neck, under Victor's mouth. Victor's mouth that is sucking at the skin there, and Yuri never even had the time to question whether this one was, also, odd, because everything turned upside down. Everything was only heat, and his body shuddering against Victor, only that lightning of the faint scrape of teeth, exploding suddenly, when his head, and his skin, and his mouth had only had Victor's name left.
Victor's name that Victor was now laughing at. Laughing into his skin, getting even that muddy, and mingled, and Yuri can't tell if he's embarrassed, because everything is racing. His fingers clutching a little more at that sound, at the faint uncertainty even on fire, if that was wrong. What was or wasn't, when he can't even keep it firmly enough in his fingers, it's like it's slippery and bouncing, keeps having to be caught, failing under Victor.
At least until Victor suddenly freezes. Making Yuri's heart lurch.
Making Yuri's eyes blink a dazed open, unfocused, like he'd been staring at the sun, and not either the back of his eyes or unseeing at some other point in front of him. Nothing feels like it's coming together -- his heart rocketing, still? again?, his breaths heavy and fast, his whole body still trembling -- nothing enough to be helpful, except another wave of that spiked dread. Especially when Victor is looking behind him, and all Yuri can feel is breathless.
All Yuri can feel is the sudden whining squeal of a thought that says it's unfair Victor can think -- and even more can think about something more than him, when nothing nothing else is Victor, and the world feels smaller in his skin, in his own head, in his own thoughts, in this room, coming down from nothing but Victor -- when he shifted from Victor looking over his shoulder to looking over Victor's shoulder, as well.
Not enough time to give into the bubble trying to push up his chest, before Victor looks back at him, and Yuri feels dwarfed again. His fingers aren't anywhere near Victor's cheeks now, but he wants to run a finger over the skin that looks flushed at the very tops of his cheek, the faint moisture shining on his lips, and all of that is only the half-second that takes him to Victor's eyes.
How had he ever thought he knew how bright Victor's eyes got before now? How had he ever been sure?
There was nothing like this. So bright, and glassy, like Victor's a little unfocused (and maybe a little is better than none?) but that thing is still pushing up his windpipe and there's a strange kind of smile coasting the corners of his mouth among his still too fast breaths and the heat everywhere (and the disturbing want to close his eyes and just still be back there, before remembeing), making it all a little too floated for severity. "We forgot again."
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Date: 2017-04-26 11:18 pm (UTC)Victor's name that Victor was now laughing at. Laughing into his skin, getting even that muddy, and mingled, and Yuri can't tell if he's embarrassed, because everything is racing. His fingers clutching a little more at that sound, at the faint uncertainty even on fire, if that was wrong. What was or wasn't, when he can't even keep it firmly enough in his fingers, it's like it's slippery and bouncing, keeps having to be caught, failing under Victor.
At least until Victor suddenly freezes. Making Yuri's heart lurch.
Making Yuri's eyes blink a dazed open, unfocused, like he'd been staring at the sun, and not either the back of his eyes or unseeing at some other point in front of him. Nothing feels like it's coming together -- his heart rocketing, still? again?, his breaths heavy and fast, his whole body still trembling -- nothing enough to be helpful, except another wave of that spiked dread. Especially when Victor is looking behind him, and all Yuri can feel is breathless.
All Yuri can feel is the sudden whining squeal of a thought that says it's unfair Victor can think -- and even more can think about something more than him, when nothing nothing else is Victor, and the world feels smaller in his skin, in his own head, in his own thoughts, in this room, coming down from nothing but Victor -- when he shifted from Victor looking over his shoulder to looking over Victor's shoulder, as well.
Not enough time to give into the bubble trying to push up his chest, before Victor looks back at him, and Yuri feels dwarfed again. His fingers aren't anywhere near Victor's cheeks now, but he wants to run a finger over the skin that looks flushed at the very tops of his cheek, the faint moisture shining on his lips, and all of that is only the half-second that takes him to Victor's eyes.
How had he ever thought he knew how bright Victor's eyes got before now? How had he ever been sure?
There was nothing like this. So bright, and glassy, like Victor's a little unfocused (and maybe a little is better than none?) but that thing is still pushing up his windpipe and there's a strange kind of smile coasting the corners of his mouth among his still too fast breaths and the heat everywhere (and the disturbing want to close his eyes and just still be back there, before remembeing), making it all a little too floated for severity. "We forgot again."