Even heart-sore, there's a strange prickle of awareness at those words breathed into his skin. Come back to bed, even though he's already in the bed. Still sitting on it. He hasn't actually left it since he sat down (even if he did almost fall off of it). He's already on the bed. Hasn't left. But even he gets that's not what the words mean, and it sends an odd wave of both relief and too much awareness.
About being in Victor's bed, having fallen asleep, slept and woken up in it. Was still in it.
There really isn't time to say something, even think about what to say before Victor is already tipping himself, without letting go in the slightest. Just going to fall against the bed, without trying, and Yuri eye's go wide, one hand trying to fly out to find the bed to their side, with an expulsion of Victor's name.
Not that it saves him -- when does half-shouting or even shouting Victor's name like it should be some warning against his next crazy thing, before Yuri's even adjusted to the first, ever? -- and not that it even matters to him, next. Not when Victor's mouth has moved from his neck to his ear. Not when he says this is theirs, making Yuri's heart stumble hard at the use of his own badly chosen words, and then, even more unexpectedly, this is his.
Which makes Yuri shiver for a completely different reason. Makes him start to duck his head, only to stop, instead look up at Victor.
A hand on his chest to lift just a little, just wanting to look at Victor's face.
It's still nothing like bright and nothing like light, and there aren't any on in here. There's only the slow dim, and the shape of Victor's face in it, and things that don't need his eyes. Victor's voice, still repeating those words in his ears, and Victor's heart, beating, through his chest and shirt, somewhere not far from the place Yuri's hand was.
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Date: 2017-05-17 03:51 pm (UTC)About being in Victor's bed, having fallen asleep, slept and woken up in it. Was still in it.
There really isn't time to say something, even think about what to say before Victor is already tipping himself, without letting go in the slightest. Just going to fall against the bed, without trying, and Yuri eye's go wide, one hand trying to fly out to find the bed to their side, with an expulsion of Victor's name.
Not that it saves him -- when does half-shouting or even shouting Victor's name like it should be some warning against his next crazy thing, before Yuri's even adjusted to the first, ever? -- and not that it even matters to him, next. Not when Victor's mouth has moved from his neck to his ear. Not when he says this is theirs, making Yuri's heart stumble hard at the use of his own badly chosen words, and then, even more unexpectedly, this is his.
Which makes Yuri shiver for a completely different reason.
Makes him start to duck his head, only to stop, instead look up at Victor.
A hand on his chest to lift just a little, just wanting to look at Victor's face.
It's still nothing like bright and nothing like light, and there aren't any on in here. There's only the slow dim, and the shape of Victor's face in it, and things that don't need his eyes. Victor's voice, still repeating those words in his ears, and Victor's heart, beating, through his chest and shirt, somewhere not far from the place Yuri's hand was.