Yuri doesn't answer, which has not been an unusual occurrence tonight, but his thumb keeps lightly sweeping back and forth across that inch of skin in a way that feels a little like he's forgotten about it, is just mindlessly stroking back and forth more by instinct than intent.
(Is it strange for that possibility to make Victor smile with even greater contentment? Should it be?
Yuri is touching him, casually and constantly, just because he wants to. How could that mean anything but complete satisfaction?)
It makes him lift his head a little, near arm shifting so he can lean his cheek on his hand and look down into Yuri's face, other palm warm and fingers spread over Yuri's side. "You look tired."
Exhausted, really, and Victor isn't surprised. He hadn't slept last night, and hadn't napped this afternoon, and with the crash after the adrenaline rush of performance, it's amazing Yuri can keep his eyes open at all. There are faint bruises of purple and dark blue under his eyes, marring skin that looks too pale, shading eyes that look a little too glassy. Victor's thumb is gentle, when he lifts his hand from Yuri's waist to touch his temple, brush the mess of his hair out of his face and over his ear. "Close your eyes."
Rest. Get some sleep. Relax. Everything Victor might forget to tell him to do, because he's so focused on suddenly having Yuri here in his arms, saying he dreams about Victor, and wants Victor back. Yuri who is touching him. Yuri who is holding onto him.
There's so much more Victor wants to know and say, but it will have to wait, and it can. He's not sure Yuri's exhaustion could, even if Yuri wants it to. "You need to sleep."
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Date: 2017-05-14 03:45 pm (UTC)(Is it strange for that possibility to make Victor smile with even greater contentment? Should it be?
Yuri is touching him, casually and constantly, just because he wants to. How could that mean anything but complete satisfaction?)
It makes him lift his head a little, near arm shifting so he can lean his cheek on his hand and look down into Yuri's face, other palm warm and fingers spread over Yuri's side. "You look tired."
Exhausted, really, and Victor isn't surprised. He hadn't slept last night, and hadn't napped this afternoon, and with the crash after the adrenaline rush of performance, it's amazing Yuri can keep his eyes open at all. There are faint bruises of purple and dark blue under his eyes, marring skin that looks too pale, shading eyes that look a little too glassy. Victor's thumb is gentle, when he lifts his hand from Yuri's waist to touch his temple, brush the mess of his hair out of his face and over his ear. "Close your eyes."
Rest. Get some sleep. Relax. Everything Victor might forget to tell him to do, because he's so focused on suddenly having Yuri here in his arms, saying he dreams about Victor, and wants Victor back. Yuri who is touching him. Yuri who is holding onto him.
There's so much more Victor wants to know and say, but it will have to wait, and it can. He's not sure Yuri's exhaustion could, even if Yuri wants it to. "You need to sleep."