There's probably something wrong with him, that he finds Yuri's exasperation with him to be nearly as cute as the surprise on his face a moment ago, the flush that still hasn't seeped back out of his cheeks. It's probably mean to tease him, probably a little cruel to egg him on, to needle him like this, but he's finding it as hard to stop as when he was little and hadn't quite figured out how his toe picks worked, yet, and just relied on the walls or other skaters.
He wants to tease. To egg. To needle, and push, and prod, and crowd Yuri back up against a wall, and take off his gloves to touch his throat with bare fingers. "I could always keep kissing you out here," he offers, the very spirit of generosity even as he's falling into step beside Yuri, the little bag wheeling cheerfully just behind. "I wouldn't mind."
He's pretty sure there's nowhere he would or could mind kissing Yuri, now that he gets to kiss Yuri. In public. In private. What does it matter? How on earth is he supposed to care even a little about the opinions of anyone walking nearby who might see?
But Yuri probably cares. It seems like the kind of thing Yuri, usually so reserved and contained, so quiet and shy and awkward around people, would care about. He's forever rolling his eyes at the way Victor dives into interactions with the people in Hasetsu, and looking startled when Victor tries to pull him in on it, and Victor's sure Yuri would prefer to keep this kind of thing to himself.
But Victor has no such reservations. If anything, he's happy for the world to see, to know, to make it real by association. Sometimes it seems like his whole life has been under the spotlight, so why should this be any different.
But Yuri would care. So Victor should care.
Still, it's fortunate that the hotel is only another block or two away.
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Date: 2017-04-13 01:21 am (UTC)He wants to tease. To egg. To needle, and push, and prod, and crowd Yuri back up against a wall, and take off his gloves to touch his throat with bare fingers. "I could always keep kissing you out here," he offers, the very spirit of generosity even as he's falling into step beside Yuri, the little bag wheeling cheerfully just behind. "I wouldn't mind."
He's pretty sure there's nowhere he would or could mind kissing Yuri, now that he gets to kiss Yuri. In public. In private. What does it matter? How on earth is he supposed to care even a little about the opinions of anyone walking nearby who might see?
But Yuri probably cares. It seems like the kind of thing Yuri, usually so reserved and contained, so quiet and shy and awkward around people, would care about. He's forever rolling his eyes at the way Victor dives into interactions with the people in Hasetsu, and looking startled when Victor tries to pull him in on it, and Victor's sure Yuri would prefer to keep this kind of thing to himself.
But Victor has no such reservations. If anything, he's happy for the world to see, to know, to make it real by association. Sometimes it seems like his whole life has been under the spotlight, so why should this be any different.
But Yuri would care. So Victor should care.
Still, it's fortunate that the hotel is only another block or two away.