He couldn't have been more surprised if Yuri had hit him, but maybe he shouldn't be. Hadn't he said, back then ––
Have you ever thought about love?
–– and Yuri had just shook his head. Said he'd never had a sweetheart before. No girlfriends, no lovers. Had never even thought about it.
At the time, Victor had assumed that was only confirmation of Yuri's brush-off the night of the banquet: that it was just a game for him, and he'd never thought about taking it anywhere off the dancefloor or outside the ballroom. He's less sure now, when what he'd meant as light teasing had instead made Yuri think ––
As if he could ever ––
But Yuri pushes back into him now, mouth pressing up against Victor's in a way that's both unpracticed and intoxicating, a little clumsy, a lot needy, making a surprised and delighted sound come tugging out of the back of Victor's throat that almost makes him forget about the sound of the door opening behind him. (Not entirely, though. Isn't that what he just was apologizing for? Kissing Yuri in public?)
Pulling back, but not before placing another kiss on Yuri's mouth like a signature or a stamp on a letter, one hand dropping to take Yuri's, and the other reaching for the bag handle to pull it along as he directs them both towards the open door and the empty hallway.
Shaking his head, still at a loss. "Why would you think that?"
He wants to know. Has to know. Needs to be able to make sure that thought never crosses Yuri's mind again, as long as Yuri is only worried that Victor might regret kissing him, and not that Victor is kissing him without Yuri's permission or enthusiastic participation.
But he'd thought he made his own inclinations towards kissing Yuri pretty clear, so if they haven't been, he's bound and determined to get them ironed out right now, if not right here (the room is only feet away, after all) before any more mistakes can be made.
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Have you ever thought about love?
–– and Yuri had just shook his head. Said he'd never had a sweetheart before. No girlfriends, no lovers. Had never even thought about it.
At the time, Victor had assumed that was only confirmation of Yuri's brush-off the night of the banquet: that it was just a game for him, and he'd never thought about taking it anywhere off the dancefloor or outside the ballroom. He's less sure now, when what he'd meant as light teasing had instead made Yuri think ––
As if he could ever ––
But Yuri pushes back into him now, mouth pressing up against Victor's in a way that's both unpracticed and intoxicating, a little clumsy, a lot needy, making a surprised and delighted sound come tugging out of the back of Victor's throat that almost makes him forget about the sound of the door opening behind him. (Not entirely, though. Isn't that what he just was apologizing for? Kissing Yuri in public?)
Pulling back, but not before placing another kiss on Yuri's mouth like a signature or a stamp on a letter, one hand dropping to take Yuri's, and the other reaching for the bag handle to pull it along as he directs them both towards the open door and the empty hallway.
Shaking his head, still at a loss. "Why would you think that?"
He wants to know. Has to know. Needs to be able to make sure that thought never crosses Yuri's mind again, as long as Yuri is only worried that Victor might regret kissing him, and not that Victor is kissing him without Yuri's permission or enthusiastic participation.
But he'd thought he made his own inclinations towards kissing Yuri pretty clear, so if they haven't been, he's bound and determined to get them ironed out right now, if not right here (the room is only feet away, after all) before any more mistakes can be made.