Yuri is being logical, and Victor doesn't like it, aware he's being laughed at, mouth and eyes both flattening. "You say that now."
All dire portentousness, in a tone that sounds like a wagging finger. "But it'll feel far away when you have to get off of me so I can put it back in the hallway."
Yuri will rue his easy common sense, is what he's saying.
Maybe it's not such a bad thing, though, to get a little space. He's realizing it when there's faint pressure against his skull, and it turns out Yuri's fingers are still woven in his hair, and Yuri's legs are still wrapped around him, and they're already probably pushing further past a first kiss than he should really allow for tonight. He wonders what happened to the bag of ice, which is probably melted by now, but which would still be a useful shock to his system if he were to pour it over himself or stick his head into it.
He has to cool down, he has to slow down. The thought that bubbles to the surface as he's laying his head back on Yuri's shoulder, nose nudging his neck, and then mouth placing a few soft kisses there, like reminders. "We should probably slow down, anyway."
He should. Should remember what he's dealing with, here, how fragile it all is, how new. What's a novelty for him is a brand new world for Yuri. Was he really just thinking about flipping Yuri onto his back, onto the bed? Did he imagine that would somehow be a good thing to do, that Yuri would simply go along with it the way Victor would expect someone who'd done all this before might?
But Yuri's fingers are in his hair, and he moves his head against them like he's searching for the right spots for them to touch, and Yuri's shirt is soft under his cheek, and Yuri's throat is right there, and he's having some real trouble thinking that anything even not that far away could ever beat already being this close.
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All dire portentousness, in a tone that sounds like a wagging finger. "But it'll feel far away when you have to get off of me so I can put it back in the hallway."
Yuri will rue his easy common sense, is what he's saying.
Maybe it's not such a bad thing, though, to get a little space. He's realizing it when there's faint pressure against his skull, and it turns out Yuri's fingers are still woven in his hair, and Yuri's legs are still wrapped around him, and they're already probably pushing further past a first kiss than he should really allow for tonight. He wonders what happened to the bag of ice, which is probably melted by now, but which would still be a useful shock to his system if he were to pour it over himself or stick his head into it.
He has to cool down, he has to slow down. The thought that bubbles to the surface as he's laying his head back on Yuri's shoulder, nose nudging his neck, and then mouth placing a few soft kisses there, like reminders. "We should probably slow down, anyway."
He should. Should remember what he's dealing with, here, how fragile it all is, how new. What's a novelty for him is a brand new world for Yuri. Was he really just thinking about flipping Yuri onto his back, onto the bed? Did he imagine that would somehow be a good thing to do, that Yuri would simply go along with it the way Victor would expect someone who'd done all this before might?
But Yuri's fingers are in his hair, and he moves his head against them like he's searching for the right spots for them to touch, and Yuri's shirt is soft under his cheek, and Yuri's throat is right there, and he's having some real trouble thinking that anything even not that far away could ever beat already being this close.