There's definitely something wrong with him, because Yuri's shock and the way he squirms, far from making Victor worry about going too far or making him let Yuri go only go to his head like pure oxygen, because Yuri might be yelling and startled and squirming reflexively, but Yuri's not trying to get away. Doesn't put his hands on Victor's chest to shove, doesn't leap off him as soon as they hit the mattress, bouncing gently in a way that reminds Victor all too clearly that this suit fits far better than he really wants it to, right now.
But it doesn't matter. None of it does, because Yuri's sitting here in his lap looking at Victor like he has lost his mind, which is true, or suddenly sprouted another few heads, which is probably not, and it's comfortingly familiar. Yuri's shock because Victor did something he didn't expect, and the blossoming satisfaction in Victor's chest at having surprised Yuri. Again.
Even if it was stupid, and ridiculous, and he does feel a little bad for the tiny hiss that Yuri makes as his weight shifts onto his knees and shins, hips bending for the first time in over an hour. Victor knows that hiss, and that inadvertent flinch which isn't from him but rather from protesting muscles and joints which have just remembered their bruises and strains. His hands drift from Yuri's back to settle at the joint of his hips, instead, warm and large and gentle as he looks up into Yuri's face, smile gone from bright and pleased to something softer and sympathetic.
"How's your hip?"
He'd hit it hard, after all, and Victor had meant to get ice for him, but one thing led to another and now he'll have to shift Yuri off his lap to get it, which is possible but not preferable.
He'll go. In a minute. Once Yuri's relaxed again and once Victor has stopped letting his eyes drift down Yuri's face towards his mouth, only to flicker back up again.
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Date: 2017-04-15 04:28 pm (UTC)But it doesn't matter. None of it does, because Yuri's sitting here in his lap looking at Victor like he has lost his mind, which is true, or suddenly sprouted another few heads, which is probably not, and it's comfortingly familiar. Yuri's shock because Victor did something he didn't expect, and the blossoming satisfaction in Victor's chest at having surprised Yuri. Again.
Even if it was stupid, and ridiculous, and he does feel a little bad for the tiny hiss that Yuri makes as his weight shifts onto his knees and shins, hips bending for the first time in over an hour. Victor knows that hiss, and that inadvertent flinch which isn't from him but rather from protesting muscles and joints which have just remembered their bruises and strains. His hands drift from Yuri's back to settle at the joint of his hips, instead, warm and large and gentle as he looks up into Yuri's face, smile gone from bright and pleased to something softer and sympathetic.
"How's your hip?"
He'd hit it hard, after all, and Victor had meant to get ice for him, but one thing led to another and now he'll have to shift Yuri off his lap to get it, which is possible but not preferable.
He'll go. In a minute. Once Yuri's relaxed again and once Victor has stopped letting his eyes drift down Yuri's face towards his mouth, only to flicker back up again.
(Can he really be blamed?)