Breathing again feels good, even if he feels like his lungs will never be full of air again, and it's probably not a bad thing to take a short break to try and swallow some oxygen, slow his racing heart before it gives up out of sheer surprise and sudden stress.
It's probably good for Yuri, too, if it's is his very first experience with anything like this. If Victor is feeling overwhelmed, if he feels like he's drowning, unable to get air or even want it, surely Yuri is feeling even more so. Or maybe not: Yuri might not have anything to compare this to, but Victor's not sure he does, either. It's nothing like the brief and blazing infatuations he's had before, nothing like any seductions he's managed or willingly fallen prey to. When was the last time he'd felt like he was falling to pieces on a few simple kisses?
But something has shifted, because Yuri's gone stiff and motionless, making Victor pause a breath away from his mouth, and pull back again to look at him. Maybe he shouldn't have joked about dying? Probably he shouldn't be joking about any of this, but he's not sure he knows how to say anything that won't otherwise come out like hysterical laughter or the sort of melodramatics more suited to Georgi and his ridiculous short program.
The pangs of thwarted love, indeed.
His thumb moves lightly over the back of one of Yuri's hands, and he can't help marveling at the delicacy of small bones, the strength of tendons, the softness of his skin, even as he's dipping his head to better meet Yuri's eyes. "Is something wrong?"
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Date: 2017-04-14 11:47 am (UTC)It's probably good for Yuri, too, if it's is his very first experience with anything like this. If Victor is feeling overwhelmed, if he feels like he's drowning, unable to get air or even want it, surely Yuri is feeling even more so. Or maybe not: Yuri might not have anything to compare this to, but Victor's not sure he does, either. It's nothing like the brief and blazing infatuations he's had before, nothing like any seductions he's managed or willingly fallen prey to. When was the last time he'd felt like he was falling to pieces on a few simple kisses?
But something has shifted, because Yuri's gone stiff and motionless, making Victor pause a breath away from his mouth, and pull back again to look at him. Maybe he shouldn't have joked about dying? Probably he shouldn't be joking about any of this, but he's not sure he knows how to say anything that won't otherwise come out like hysterical laughter or the sort of melodramatics more suited to Georgi and his ridiculous short program.
The pangs of thwarted love, indeed.
His thumb moves lightly over the back of one of Yuri's hands, and he can't help marveling at the delicacy of small bones, the strength of tendons, the softness of his skin, even as he's dipping his head to better meet Yuri's eyes. "Is something wrong?"