It's a surprise, those words, and they feel like the verbal equivalent of the shy, sweet kisses Yuri gave him last night. Like he doesn't know if it's the right thing to say, but he wants to try it out, anyway.
And it is the right thing to say. "No, it isn't." Not over. Really, it's barely morning at all. He hasn't even been awake ten minutes, and they don't have to be anywhere for hours upon hours.
Except it doesn't even feel like Yuri's saying that, does it? It feels like Yuri's giving him another shot, a chance to do it right. A do-over, like earlier was just a bad warm-up, and this is the performance that actually counts. "You're right."
As he often is, when Victor is despairing about one thing or another, a thought which only suffuses him further with gratitude, arm tightening around Yuri's shoulder briefly, before he shifts down, a little, beneath him, tucking his chin while his hand lifts from Yuri's shoulder to under his, to tip his face up to where Victor is smiling at him, soft and warm. Close enough to lean, curling inward, to press a gentle kiss to that mouth, that only lingers for a second too long until he pulls away again.
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Date: 2017-05-17 08:49 pm (UTC)It's a surprise, those words, and they feel like the verbal equivalent of the shy, sweet kisses Yuri gave him last night. Like he doesn't know if it's the right thing to say, but he wants to try it out, anyway.
And it is the right thing to say. "No, it isn't." Not over. Really, it's barely morning at all. He hasn't even been awake ten minutes, and they don't have to be anywhere for hours upon hours.
Except it doesn't even feel like Yuri's saying that, does it? It feels like Yuri's giving him another shot, a chance to do it right. A do-over, like earlier was just a bad warm-up, and this is the performance that actually counts. "You're right."
As he often is, when Victor is despairing about one thing or another, a thought which only suffuses him further with gratitude, arm tightening around Yuri's shoulder briefly, before he shifts down, a little, beneath him, tucking his chin while his hand lifts from Yuri's shoulder to under his, to tip his face up to where Victor is smiling at him, soft and warm. Close enough to lean, curling inward, to press a gentle kiss to that mouth, that only lingers for a second too long until he pulls away again.
"Good morning, Yuri."