The first word since that awkward, embarrassed apology, and Victor's not sure he believes it, and he's even less sure that Yuri does. He looks suddenly shifty and unsure, like he's just realized they're standing on cracking ice, and probably Victor had gone about this all wrong, but he'd been working on the assumption that Yuri had at least been kissed once or twice before in his life, and hadn't thought about easing into it.
Not that he thinks he could have. Not after that flip. Not with everything he needed to express.
But that doesn't change the fact that they've barreled straight through giving Yuri some time to come to terms with everything. "Are you sure?"
They could stop right now. He could give Yuri some space, slip back into something more like coach and friend than lover, give Yuri some semblance of normalcy to ground himself in while they work through everything that's happened in the last hour and try to understand it. He doesn't plan to stop –– that had been the truth, earlier –– but this isn't just about him, and what he wants. It has to be about Yuri, and what he needs.
His hand warm under Victor's, still settled there on Victor's chest, leaving an imprint on the beating heart beneath that Victor thinks will never disappear again. He'll be able to feel this touch until the day he dies. "You can still talk to me, Yuri. I want to know."
What he should do. Shouldn't. What Yuri wants, and how he wants it.
(He has so many questions, and they're balling up in the back of his throat, but they have to wait.)
"If you're worried ..."
About this being his first kiss, and therefore his first anything, everything. "You don't have to be."
This is not the kind of waiting he minds; he's in no rush now that Yuri's actually here in his arms, melting into kisses and carefully, cautiously, picking his way along this path towards Victor. "I just want you to feel all right."
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Date: 2017-04-14 12:54 pm (UTC)Not that he thinks he could have. Not after that flip. Not with everything he needed to express.
But that doesn't change the fact that they've barreled straight through giving Yuri some time to come to terms with everything. "Are you sure?"
They could stop right now. He could give Yuri some space, slip back into something more like coach and friend than lover, give Yuri some semblance of normalcy to ground himself in while they work through everything that's happened in the last hour and try to understand it. He doesn't plan to stop –– that had been the truth, earlier –– but this isn't just about him, and what he wants. It has to be about Yuri, and what he needs.
His hand warm under Victor's, still settled there on Victor's chest, leaving an imprint on the beating heart beneath that Victor thinks will never disappear again. He'll be able to feel this touch until the day he dies. "You can still talk to me, Yuri. I want to know."
What he should do. Shouldn't. What Yuri wants, and how he wants it.
(He has so many questions, and they're balling up in the back of his throat, but they have to wait.)
"If you're worried ..."
About this being his first kiss, and therefore his first anything, everything. "You don't have to be."
This is not the kind of waiting he minds; he's in no rush now that Yuri's actually here in his arms, melting into kisses and carefully, cautiously, picking his way along this path towards Victor. "I just want you to feel all right."