Victor only straightens as Yuri realizes where they are and bounces away, only to finally realize he's no longer holding onto the handle of his bag and direct an accusatory look his way, that bounces off Victor's mild smile, standing with the handle in one hand, the other propped on his hip.
(It's just deeply satisfying on a near-cellular level that Yuri forgot where they were standing, and that there were people going by, and simply never noticed Victor stole his bag straight from his hand, because of Victor. Because Victor touched him, teased him, kissed him.
He's pretty sure this won't get old anytime soon. Is completely sure it's as heady as wine and far more addicting.) "What?"
Innocent as if butter wouldn't melt in his angelic smirking mouth. "Do you want to go back to the hotel, or not?"
He can take Yuri's bag. Wants to. It might not be what a coach would do, but it's what a lover would, and that line went from blurred to non-existent the second his shoe first hit the concrete floor and sent him sprinting towards that gate. Maybe was never really there to begin with, no matter what lies he told himself.
Half-turning, now that Yuri's gone from pressed against him to tripping over his own feet a half a meter away, and tipping his head like he can't believe how long Yuri's taking. "Come on, Yuri, let's go."
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Date: 2017-04-13 12:34 am (UTC)(It's just deeply satisfying on a near-cellular level that Yuri forgot where they were standing, and that there were people going by, and simply never noticed Victor stole his bag straight from his hand, because of Victor. Because Victor touched him, teased him, kissed him.
He's pretty sure this won't get old anytime soon. Is completely sure it's as heady as wine and far more addicting.) "What?"
Innocent as if butter wouldn't melt in his angelic smirking mouth. "Do you want to go back to the hotel, or not?"
He can take Yuri's bag. Wants to. It might not be what a coach would do, but it's what a lover would, and that line went from blurred to non-existent the second his shoe first hit the concrete floor and sent him sprinting towards that gate. Maybe was never really there to begin with, no matter what lies he told himself.
Half-turning, now that Yuri's gone from pressed against him to tripping over his own feet a half a meter away, and tipping his head like he can't believe how long Yuri's taking. "Come on, Yuri, let's go."