He's not sure Yuri actually hears him, or understands him, because Yuri nods, but his fingers are sinking deeper into Victor's hair, and he's just pulling Victor closer in a way that looks nothing like wanting him to move.
Get out of the way. Let him lie down.
All of it feeding Victor's smile, and this hungry, sharpening thing in his chest that bites down every time Yuri reaches for him, tugs him closer, gives him this look, this one on his face right now, that feel like it's going to sear Victor's shirt right off his body.
Yuri. Looking at him. With undisguised, naked want.
Leading Victor to realize he's about to get kissed just before it happens, and with anyone else he probably would have recognized it, but he's still not used to this, the idea that Yuri might want to kiss him, that Yuri would bend down to him and pull him in closer and kiss him. It strangles that thing in his chest, all sharp edges and yawning, gaping need. Ruining him on a single kiss, and isn't that ridiculous? Chris would never let him live it down, if Chris ever knew.
But he doesn't care. Wants to be drowned in it, throws himself willingly into this undertow. Pushing up onto his hip to sit up and lean into Yuri, leaning into him. Fingers tightening on the towel around that ice pack on Yuri's hip, and he knows already he's about to forget it entirely, all his best intentions and boundaries.
But how could he be expected to think of anything at all, when Yuri is kissing him? Why would he want to?
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Date: 2017-05-02 12:33 am (UTC)Get out of the way. Let him lie down.
All of it feeding Victor's smile, and this hungry, sharpening thing in his chest that bites down every time Yuri reaches for him, tugs him closer, gives him this look, this one on his face right now, that feel like it's going to sear Victor's shirt right off his body.
Yuri. Looking at him. With undisguised, naked want.
Leading Victor to realize he's about to get kissed just before it happens, and with anyone else he probably would have recognized it, but he's still not used to this, the idea that Yuri might want to kiss him, that Yuri would bend down to him and pull him in closer and kiss him. It strangles that thing in his chest, all sharp edges and yawning, gaping need. Ruining him on a single kiss, and isn't that ridiculous? Chris would never let him live it down, if Chris ever knew.
But he doesn't care. Wants to be drowned in it, throws himself willingly into this undertow. Pushing up onto his hip to sit up and lean into Yuri, leaning into him. Fingers tightening on the towel around that ice pack on Yuri's hip, and he knows already he's about to forget it entirely, all his best intentions and boundaries.
But how could he be expected to think of anything at all, when Yuri is kissing him? Why would he want to?