He's certain he's never felt this drunk on anything in his life. Not even the night before last, that turned into a hazy blur he can't remember at all and that Yuri had to describe to him. There's no wine or beer or liquor in the world that can compare to this: Yuri reaching up to meet him halfway, Yuri kissing him back, again and again and again, Yuri's fingers in his hair and Yuri's heart thrumming just below his chest.
Leaving him dazed and licking his bottom lip when Yuri pulls back, and asks for a moment, while the world spins around them and Victor's not sure he'll ever find his balance again. Him. Five time World Champion, winner of more gold medals than he could accurately count right now, finding it impossible to stand up, or even spot on the wall, simply from a few kisses and nothing more.
(If it could be nothing more when this is everything, the only thing he's wanted in so long he'd forgotten what it was like to want anything else.)
Pulling in a long cooling breath as Yuri takes off his glasses and tries a smile that only looks a little shaky, a little uncertain, his eyes gone just slightly unfocused in that way they do when he's trying to look at something too close to his face without his glasses on. Saying that, and making Victor's grin spark again, brilliant and wide, at being teased. Like Victor can't be trusted, is a loose bull in a china shop, is all hands and feet and no grace or control at all.
Speaking of things he should be insulted by, but can't be, isn't. Never could be, when Yuri's teasing him so sweetly, and Yuri's hands are back on his skin, palms against his cheeks and jaw. "Don't push me off, then."
Not that Yuri looks like he will at all. Not after getting rid of the glasses that were getting in the way.
Certainly not while Victor's arms are slipping around his upper torso, crossing beneath his shoulderblades to pull him closer, as he leans down again to find that smiling, teasing mouth and steal the breath right out of it.
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Date: 2017-05-09 02:00 am (UTC)He's certain he's never felt this drunk on anything in his life. Not even the night before last, that turned into a hazy blur he can't remember at all and that Yuri had to describe to him. There's no wine or beer or liquor in the world that can compare to this: Yuri reaching up to meet him halfway, Yuri kissing him back, again and again and again, Yuri's fingers in his hair and Yuri's heart thrumming just below his chest.
Leaving him dazed and licking his bottom lip when Yuri pulls back, and asks for a moment, while the world spins around them and Victor's not sure he'll ever find his balance again. Him. Five time World Champion, winner of more gold medals than he could accurately count right now, finding it impossible to stand up, or even spot on the wall, simply from a few kisses and nothing more.
(If it could be nothing more when this is everything, the only thing he's wanted in so long he'd forgotten what it was like to want anything else.)
Pulling in a long cooling breath as Yuri takes off his glasses and tries a smile that only looks a little shaky, a little uncertain, his eyes gone just slightly unfocused in that way they do when he's trying to look at something too close to his face without his glasses on. Saying that, and making Victor's grin spark again, brilliant and wide, at being teased. Like Victor can't be trusted, is a loose bull in a china shop, is all hands and feet and no grace or control at all.
Speaking of things he should be insulted by, but can't be, isn't. Never could be, when Yuri's teasing him so sweetly, and Yuri's hands are back on his skin, palms against his cheeks and jaw. "Don't push me off, then."
Not that Yuri looks like he will at all. Not after getting rid of the glasses that were getting in the way.
Certainly not while Victor's arms are slipping around his upper torso, crossing beneath his shoulderblades to pull him closer, as he leans down again to find that smiling, teasing mouth and steal the breath right out of it.