Someone is trembling, and he's not sure if it's Yuri shaking under his hand, or his hand shaking on Yuri's skin, or some combination of both. Maybe both. A low vibration humming through his bones, hollowing out his chest and stomach like someone took an ice cream scoop to them. All he wants to do is fill himself with Yuri. Yuri's touch, and Yuri's voice, and this look on Yuri's face that's some combination of uncertainty and trust and naked, newfound want. Victor's not sure he likes how surprised Yuri seems to be with all this, how this appears to have been the first time Yuri's even thought about him this way –– but he is thinking it, and he does want it. Him. Him?
Victor thinks so. It looks that way, with this expression on Yuri's face, and it feels that way, with the faint tremor he can feel under his palm and thumb. Yuri does. He just doesn't know what to do about it, and that, that Victor can help. Maybe he's never loved anyone like this before, or wanted anyone like this before, where it feels like he might die, or crack and blow away into dust if Yuri steps away or changes his mind, but he's had his share of romantic entanglements in the past. Taking the lead here isn't hard, when he's thought about it, dreamed about it, run kilometers upon kilometers and skated laps upon laps and worked harder than he ever had before in his life to try and forget all those thoughts and dreams for so long.
But he has to be careful. Can't scare Yuri away again. He's not sure his heart could take it, the frozen panic from the thought that Yuri might be afraid of him, so this kiss is gentle, again. Pressed to Yuri's mouth, lifting. Pressed to Yuri's cheek, and lifting. Yuri's jaw. Careful.
Moving his thumb so he can press his mouth to that same spot just below Yuri's jaw, along the line of muscle under thin, soft skin, blood thundering in his head but his touch gentle. Following the hand that slides down Yuri's neck to his shoulder, and placing a kiss just under where the crewneck collar of his shirt covers the skin, at the junction of neck and shoulder, before smoothing the collar back into place and lifting his head to see Yuri's reaction. Was it too far? He'd tried to be careful, quiet, soft.
But there's no apology anywhere in him that he can find. Not for wanting to kiss Yuri. Anywhere and everywhere he can.
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Date: 2017-04-15 12:47 pm (UTC)Victor thinks so. It looks that way, with this expression on Yuri's face, and it feels that way, with the faint tremor he can feel under his palm and thumb. Yuri does. He just doesn't know what to do about it, and that, that Victor can help. Maybe he's never loved anyone like this before, or wanted anyone like this before, where it feels like he might die, or crack and blow away into dust if Yuri steps away or changes his mind, but he's had his share of romantic entanglements in the past. Taking the lead here isn't hard, when he's thought about it, dreamed about it, run kilometers upon kilometers and skated laps upon laps and worked harder than he ever had before in his life to try and forget all those thoughts and dreams for so long.
But he has to be careful. Can't scare Yuri away again. He's not sure his heart could take it, the frozen panic from the thought that Yuri might be afraid of him, so this kiss is gentle, again. Pressed to Yuri's mouth, lifting. Pressed to Yuri's cheek, and lifting. Yuri's jaw. Careful.
Moving his thumb so he can press his mouth to that same spot just below Yuri's jaw, along the line of muscle under thin, soft skin, blood thundering in his head but his touch gentle. Following the hand that slides down Yuri's neck to his shoulder, and placing a kiss just under where the crewneck collar of his shirt covers the skin, at the junction of neck and shoulder, before smoothing the collar back into place and lifting his head to see Yuri's reaction. Was it too far? He'd tried to be careful, quiet, soft.
But there's no apology anywhere in him that he can find. Not for wanting to kiss Yuri. Anywhere and everywhere he can.