Only a single word, before Victor's eyes close and his smile becomes smaller.
Not the broad smile he throws about like he's flinging out change or flower petals. Not like his mild smile, that is constant everywhere else. Professional and approachable, but, also, unattainable and untouchable. Something incredibly different, even with so little difference to the hold of his mouth. That press of his lips curled at just the edges. The way his eyelashes sweep his eyes closed, and how it feels like Victor relaxes inside Yuri's arms, even though Yuri's not certain until he is that he noticed Victor ever wasn't.
Only that it's happening, and Victor is smiling, and that urge from a second ago becomes a steadily stronger hum. Building behind everything. The hold of his own shoulders, and the back of his throat, in even his teeth and this uncertain warmth trying to uncurl inside his stomach again. Trepid but determined. Making the only thing possible, when Victor's eyes open, shining and focused, asking that question, like he somehow knows,
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Date: 2017-04-14 09:32 pm (UTC)Only a single word, before Victor's eyes close and his smile becomes smaller.
Not the broad smile he throws about like he's flinging out change or flower petals. Not like his mild smile, that is constant everywhere else. Professional and approachable, but, also, unattainable and untouchable. Something incredibly different, even with so little difference to the hold of his mouth. That press of his lips curled at just the edges. The way his eyelashes sweep his eyes closed, and how it feels like Victor relaxes inside Yuri's arms, even though Yuri's not certain until he is that he noticed Victor ever wasn't.
Only that it's happening, and Victor is smiling, and that urge from a second ago becomes a steadily stronger hum. Building behind everything. The hold of his own shoulders, and the back of his throat, in even his teeth and this uncertain warmth trying to uncurl inside his stomach again. Trepid but determined. Making the only thing possible, when Victor's eyes open, shining and focused, asking that question, like he somehow knows,
a soft, but not small, "Onegai."