Yuri looks bewildered, but he shifts, tugging at the sheet and comforter from under the pillow he'd stolen, and slipping his bare feet and legs under them until he's sitting in a puddle of white bedding, looking like he can't remember what comes next, which is ironic, probably, because it only makes Victor forget what he was supposed to do next.
(It was close the curtains, but that's hardly important.)
All of it vanishing on a glance at Yuri, muddled in a soft white cloud of bedding, hair rumpled and glasses gone and looking so adorably bemused that Victor finds himself stepping back over before he's even realized his feet have moved, setting one knee on the bed to lean himself forward on both hands, one on either side of Yuri's hips. He feels like he's been whacked over the head with a pillow, or punted off the edge of a waterfall to plummet towards what he hopes isn't a large collection of razor-sharp rocks and drowning rapids.
Not that he has much say in the matter, when Yuri is this cute and he finds it irresistible, has to be touching him again, intent and beaming, to say: "how are you so cute, Yuri?"
Before leaning to cup his cheek with one hand and shifting closer to press a kiss to that bewildered mouth. Wanting to taste that warm, sweet, sleepy look on his face. Tempted to just wrap hs arms back around him, and drag him down into the soft nest of sheets until they both fall asleep, and no one is awake to worry about curtains or table lamps or fallen ice packs anymore.
Not sure, for a second, that that isn't exactly what he should do.
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Date: 2017-05-14 08:26 pm (UTC)Yuri looks bewildered, but he shifts, tugging at the sheet and comforter from under the pillow he'd stolen, and slipping his bare feet and legs under them until he's sitting in a puddle of white bedding, looking like he can't remember what comes next, which is ironic, probably, because it only makes Victor forget what he was supposed to do next.
(It was close the curtains, but that's hardly important.)
All of it vanishing on a glance at Yuri, muddled in a soft white cloud of bedding, hair rumpled and glasses gone and looking so adorably bemused that Victor finds himself stepping back over before he's even realized his feet have moved, setting one knee on the bed to lean himself forward on both hands, one on either side of Yuri's hips. He feels like he's been whacked over the head with a pillow, or punted off the edge of a waterfall to plummet towards what he hopes isn't a large collection of razor-sharp rocks and drowning rapids.
Not that he has much say in the matter, when Yuri is this cute and he finds it irresistible, has to be touching him again, intent and beaming, to say: "how are you so cute, Yuri?"
Before leaning to cup his cheek with one hand and shifting closer to press a kiss to that bewildered mouth. Wanting to taste that warm, sweet, sleepy look on his face. Tempted to just wrap hs arms back around him, and drag him down into the soft nest of sheets until they both fall asleep, and no one is awake to worry about curtains or table lamps or fallen ice packs anymore.
Not sure, for a second, that that isn't exactly what he should do.