He doesn't know what he's expecting, maybe because he has no expectations that even seem rational and no experiences to base it on, no assumption that holds a candle to Victor or Victor kissing him. But it's not this. He's not expecting the soft gasp of air from Victor's mouth, like he can't breathe, and he's not expecting that hand that lands on the back of his so much he almost falters and pulls back, ready to be admonished, even as those fingers press his hands down.
Flatter. Firmer. Snapping clear any doubt.
Victor's heart is sprinting rapidly under his palm. It's not at all that same simmering beat from seconds ago.
But he doesn't even have the time to figure out what to do with that, aside from feel his heart stumble straight into a wall, hard and heavy, because the next sound to come from Victor is laying waste to anything Yuri knew what to even do with his ears. It's dark and it sounds almost painful, and he's not sure whether kissing is ever supposed to sound like it hurts. Except that Victor's hand stays pressed hard to the back of his, heart thundering under his fingers, under his palm, and Victor doesn't pull away.
Victor doesn't let go of his back, and doesn't stop kissing him. Victor just keeps kissing him, keeps dragging him further and further out into this dark, unknown sea on this feeling like everything he is is in Victor's hands, on Victor's mouth. He'd only ever dreamed he needed air. Especially as it turns from something sugar spun delicate to something that feels more like its paper being pressed toward a lit match. Rolling over stones, molten, and surprising in his stomach.
When the only things he needs, the only thing he can think, is set to the rapid fire beat under his fingers, and all it says on and on in an endless loop is Victor, Victor, Victor, Victor. All he can do is follow Victor, fall helplessly into this, wanting to erase that note of near-sadness, and to never stop this,
Stop touching Victor, stop pressing up to meet each new kiss, losing count and focus, finding himself pushing upward, straining, and, then, with a burst from nowhere he can even point to, kissing Victor first when it feels for a brief second like maybe this is about to end suddenly, just wanting more, wanting this all not to end, not to have to think or remember. Just this. Just Victor.
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Date: 2017-04-14 12:49 am (UTC)Flatter. Firmer. Snapping clear any doubt.
Victor's heart is sprinting rapidly under his palm.
It's not at all that same simmering beat from seconds ago.
But he doesn't even have the time to figure out what to do with that, aside from feel his heart stumble straight into a wall, hard and heavy, because the next sound to come from Victor is laying waste to anything Yuri knew what to even do with his ears. It's dark and it sounds almost painful, and he's not sure whether kissing is ever supposed to sound like it hurts. Except that Victor's hand stays pressed hard to the back of his, heart thundering under his fingers, under his palm, and Victor doesn't pull away.
Victor doesn't let go of his back, and doesn't stop kissing him. Victor just keeps kissing him, keeps dragging him further and further out into this dark, unknown sea on this feeling like everything he is is in Victor's hands, on Victor's mouth. He'd only ever dreamed he needed air. Especially as it turns from something sugar spun delicate to something that feels more like its paper being pressed toward a lit match. Rolling over stones, molten, and surprising in his stomach.
When the only things he needs, the only thing he can think, is set to the rapid fire beat under his fingers, and all it says on and on in an endless loop is Victor, Victor, Victor, Victor. All he can do is follow Victor, fall helplessly into this, wanting to erase that note of near-sadness, and to never stop this,
Stop touching Victor, stop pressing up to meet each new kiss, losing count and focus, finding himself pushing upward, straining, and, then, with a burst from nowhere he can even point to, kissing Victor first when it feels for a brief second like maybe this is about to end suddenly, just wanting more, wanting this all not to end, not to have to think or remember. Just this. Just Victor.