Yuri's not at all certain how that can be true, Victor's short retort that is as far from sharp as possible.
But he's even more certain that maybe it doesn't matter, because, before he can answer, Victor is climbing upward on him. For a given definition of it. It's half like Victor is finally coming up, and half like the weight of Victor has intensified and any part he manages to get to on Yuri is just be steadily drug down more to where Victor's center of gravity is, on the bed still, and how Yuri's is barely steady at all, and none of that holds at all, because Victor is kissing him.
Against his neck, and his jaw, and his cheek, and Yuri doesn't even quite know why, but he's laughing, again, before he knows it's coming, maybe even before he realized it's happening and happened, and still happening. One of his hands more than half buried into Victor's soft, soft hair and the soft, soft, thin skin of the back of his neck, and the other somewhere stuck between them, while he's pink and smused, and his head is ducking, but that only puts him even closer to Victor's face brushing his, Victor's mouth dusting kisses on him, not away from it.
The soft, almost ticklish brush of his lips, and the beautiful color of Victor's eyes, half out of focus when his glasses get knocked up, awkwardly, for a moment. When his heart skitters just a little, giddy overwhelming delight, and he almost just leans in to kiss Victor, finally right there again, because it'd barely take the tilt of his head. He doesn't know how or why or where, but he still can't help teasing Victor more lightly. "Isn't that selfish?"
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Date: 2017-04-30 04:24 pm (UTC)But he's even more certain that maybe it doesn't matter, because, before he can answer, Victor is climbing upward on him. For a given definition of it. It's half like Victor is finally coming up, and half like the weight of Victor has intensified and any part he manages to get to on Yuri is just be steadily drug down more to where Victor's center of gravity is, on the bed still, and how Yuri's is barely steady at all, and none of that holds at all, because Victor is kissing him.
Against his neck, and his jaw, and his cheek, and Yuri doesn't even quite know why, but he's laughing, again, before he knows it's coming, maybe even before he realized it's happening and happened, and still happening. One of his hands more than half buried into Victor's soft, soft hair and the soft, soft, thin skin of the back of his neck, and the other somewhere stuck between them, while he's pink and smused, and his head is ducking, but that only puts him even closer to Victor's face brushing his, Victor's mouth dusting kisses on him, not away from it.
The soft, almost ticklish brush of his lips, and the beautiful color of Victor's eyes, half out of focus when his glasses get knocked up, awkwardly, for a moment. When his heart skitters just a little, giddy overwhelming delight, and he almost just leans in to kiss Victor, finally right there again, because it'd barely take the tilt of his head. He doesn't know how or why or where, but he still can't help teasing Victor more lightly. "Isn't that selfish?"