He's not sure there's any other answer he could have given to those questions when Victor smiles, triumphant at Yuri's own answer. He's not certain that anyone on the planet could have answered at all, differently. Not when Victor looks like this, and has said the things he's said, and maybe that means it's all the same as any other --
-- but Yuri doesn't want to think about that when Victor is leaning down to kiss him, and his heart is starting to skitter, and his eyes are open and he doesn't have to be surprised or confused or startled. It's just this burst of fluttering that hits his stomach, when Victor is leaning down, like a larger wave rolling in Genke, catching his head and pulling him under the warm summer water by surprise. Except without any surprise.
There's just that fluttering warmth, flooding outward everywhere, pressing back his shadows just a few paces, as his eyes closes and Victor's lips touch his, like a swell of music marching gliding effortless upward and the warmth of his stomach slipping into a soft sprint of his heart. Fingers knitting in the coat under them as he shifts closer, leaning into Victor and kisses him back.
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Date: 2017-04-14 10:20 pm (UTC)-- but Yuri doesn't want to think about that when Victor is leaning down to kiss him, and his heart is starting to skitter, and his eyes are open and he doesn't have to be surprised or confused or startled. It's just this burst of fluttering that hits his stomach, when Victor is leaning down, like a larger wave rolling in Genke, catching his head and pulling him under the warm summer water by surprise. Except without any surprise.
There's just that fluttering warmth, flooding outward everywhere, pressing back his shadows just a few paces, as his eyes closes and Victor's lips touch his, like a swell of music marching gliding effortless upward and the warmth of his stomach slipping into a soft sprint of his heart. Fingers knitting in the coat under them as he shifts closer, leaning into Victor and kisses him back.