Please, Yuri says. Kiss him. Please kiss him. An alarming and wild temptation to laugh trying to hiccup its hysterical way up Victor's throat at how polite Yuri is, even now, about this, when Yuri has already been seducing him for months, but he swallows it down, acutely aware that if even a breath or glimpse of it gets out, it'll get taken the wrong way, and Yuri might take it back. His onegai. His please. Soft and determined in a way that makes Victor's heart want to explode all over again into confetti that is metaphorically if not anatomically heart-shaped, sparkling and effervescent.
(It's so cute. SSsssssssoooooo. CUTE. Has Yuri always been this cute? How has he been able to survive it all these months?)
There's no laugh, but his smile is very fond, and his eyes very warm, when he leans down, grateful on some distant level that he's managing to keep himself from simply swarming Yuri like he has too many times already tonight. Even if it seems like that's going to be more and more difficult to do, when his lips finally brush Yuri's again, and it feels like he can finally breathe, even though the one he takes is sharp and a little painful, before he's pressing his mouth to Yuri's and that breath is nothing more than a tiny noise in the back of his throat as everything he'd been holding so carefully in his head all topples at once.
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Date: 2017-04-14 09:59 pm (UTC)Please, Yuri says. Kiss him. Please kiss him. An alarming and wild temptation to laugh trying to hiccup its hysterical way up Victor's throat at how polite Yuri is, even now, about this, when Yuri has already been seducing him for months, but he swallows it down, acutely aware that if even a breath or glimpse of it gets out, it'll get taken the wrong way, and Yuri might take it back. His onegai. His please. Soft and determined in a way that makes Victor's heart want to explode all over again into confetti that is metaphorically if not anatomically heart-shaped, sparkling and effervescent.
(It's so cute. SSsssssssoooooo. CUTE. Has Yuri always been this cute? How has he been able to survive it all these months?)
There's no laugh, but his smile is very fond, and his eyes very warm, when he leans down, grateful on some distant level that he's managing to keep himself from simply swarming Yuri like he has too many times already tonight. Even if it seems like that's going to be more and more difficult to do, when his lips finally brush Yuri's again, and it feels like he can finally breathe, even though the one he takes is sharp and a little painful, before he's pressing his mouth to Yuri's and that breath is nothing more than a tiny noise in the back of his throat as everything he'd been holding so carefully in his head all topples at once.