Yuri isn't sure he's ever had a dream of even scattered moments this good in his entire life.
Not asleep, and definitely not awake. Not when Victor sighs and then complains. It would be almost like the whine of a child, if it wasn't for the way his voice sounds light, like it's still just that one step from a laugh even through comically betrayed despair, while turning to kiss Yuri's fingers. Each touch of his lips, and even the snap of his teeth, matching a slightly louder beat of that heart in his chest that he has no more control over now than he did six hours ago.
But this is better.
It's the last though before he's cringing and there's a laugh breaking out of his throat, almost a squeak at first end when Victor just burrows himself into Yuri's neck. When everything tingles, he can't really curl up or manage to retreat backward with Victor half on top of him, but that doesn't stop his body from trying, both, at once, even when joints and muscles complain at the sudden need for him to try and move all of himself.
Half-beleaguered, at the first breath, he tries to manage,"I am?"
His arms, having had to find somewhere new to go, being pushed out being between them when Victor has dipped in, have only curled, like traitors, around Victor's neck. One finding the opposite shoulder from where his upper arm is, and the other hand ending up at the back of Victor's head, in that wash of silver hair that's swimming into his vision. "I think you've got the wrong one of us."
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Date: 2017-05-08 10:21 pm (UTC)Not asleep, and definitely not awake. Not when Victor sighs and then complains. It would be almost like the whine of a child, if it wasn't for the way his voice sounds light, like it's still just that one step from a laugh even through comically betrayed despair, while turning to kiss Yuri's fingers. Each touch of his lips, and even the snap of his teeth, matching a slightly louder beat of that heart in his chest that he has no more control over now than he did six hours ago.
But this is better.
It's the last though before he's cringing and there's a laugh breaking out of his throat, almost a squeak at first end when Victor just burrows himself into Yuri's neck. When everything tingles, he can't really curl up or manage to retreat backward with Victor half on top of him, but that doesn't stop his body from trying, both, at once, even when joints and muscles complain at the sudden need for him to try and move all of himself.
Half-beleaguered, at the first breath, he tries to manage,"I am?"
His arms, having had to find somewhere new to go, being pushed out being between them when Victor has dipped in, have only curled, like traitors, around Victor's neck. One finding the opposite shoulder from where his upper arm is, and the other hand ending up at the back of Victor's head, in that wash of silver hair that's swimming into his vision. "I think you've got the wrong one of us."