Victor pulls back and his face clarifies where the far away, arena ceiling and those brilliant, blinding lights far far above him, that are blinding him even when he can't see them in the slightest. Can't remember them, that they even exist, when Victor pulls back, and the whole world reorients on his face.
On the hand that kept his head from smacking the ice. On the fall of his bangs, right above Yuri's brow, just barely not touching him. On the vibrancy of those eyes staring down at him, the clarity and certainty, that don't seem to hold a single question like the thousand, and absolutely not enough sense to form a single word no less a thousand questions, Yuri's head is racing in. On the curve of his mouth and ease, smooth English that he uses with those words. The tone of his voice. This glowing, smooth, happy tone.
Explaining.
Explaining, about needing to surprise Yuri more than Yuri surprised him.
(Yuri surprised him.
And Victorkissed him.)
It seems insane. It seems -- it's bubbling up, covering that next word, the warmest, tingling, tickling overwhelming warmth. In his cheeks. In his chest. Everywhere. His breath is short -- no, shallow. His heart is beating too fast, never stopped, but somehow even faster, even louder, even more everywhere in his body. It's pushing up, straining upward, into the weight pressed into him, and he can't stop himself from smiling. It's crazy. It's real? The whole room can, everyone saw --
But he can't. It won't. No one, nothing, is Victor. Looking down at him. Like this.
Is Victor having kissed him. Right here. Right now. "Really?"
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Date: 2017-04-10 04:14 pm (UTC)On the hand that kept his head from smacking the ice. On the fall of his bangs, right above Yuri's brow, just barely not touching him. On the vibrancy of those eyes staring down at him, the clarity and certainty, that don't seem to hold a single question like the thousand, and absolutely not enough sense to form a single word no less a thousand questions, Yuri's head is racing in. On the curve of his mouth and ease, smooth English that he uses with those words. The tone of his voice. This glowing, smooth, happy tone.
Explaining.
Explaining, about needing to surprise Yuri more than Yuri surprised him.
It seems insane. It seems -- it's bubbling up, covering that next word, the warmest, tingling, tickling overwhelming warmth. In his cheeks. In his chest. Everywhere. His breath is short -- no, shallow. His heart is beating too fast, never stopped, but somehow even faster, even louder, even more everywhere in his body. It's pushing up, straining upward, into the weight pressed into him, and he can't stop himself from smiling. It's crazy. It's real? The whole room can, everyone saw --
But he can't. It won't. No one, nothing, is Victor. Looking down at him. Like this.
Is Victor having kissed him. Right here. Right now. "Really?"