It hurts. That's not the first thought, but it is one of them.
At first, he almost thinks he's gotten it wrong. Because Victor is very still. And then shaking.
And then a sound that comes first feels like it's made of fire, feeling like it sets him on fire, blisters his ears and his head, just to hear it, and Victor's mouth, the next second, breaks that guess, that assumption entirely into what fire actually is. When Victor surges up into him, and it's almost alarming how hard, how fast he can move without ever coming off the bed or pushing Yuri off of him.
When Yuri feels like he's almost gasping for air before it even starts, when he's already under everything the next second, and he can't remember the last time he took a breath, and doesn't want one now, and might pass out, but doesn't care. Everything is burning heat and the movement of Victor all over his body suddenly.
It's exploding fire, coming down everywhere those hands touch, leaving singed burning rubble everywhere, when there are fingers suddenly cradling his face and in his hair and down his neck, and there's excruciating pain in the juncture of his hips, his joints, and, because Victor is jerking him closer, closer still, and Victor hasn't stopped kissing him. The press of his lips, again and again, and again, so fast and so hard that gravity is a fairytale, and coherence was a myth, and Victor is not a wave, he's the entire ocean pouring over the raft Yuri once had and pulling him down.
There's only Victor, only every part of himself being covered and uncovered by Victor, and how Victor and Victor and Victor is going to break him open, burn him open, and slip inside all of his skin, and the pain riding roughshod stubborn under it. There's only the way his breath is gone, and his fingers are actually, desperately, digging into Victor's skin, his shoulder, his coat, like he's falling, and his heart has found the way to be louder than any piece of music he's ever heard, ever turned up to the loudest setting a practice rink could even hold, and it might actually be trying to kill him, just to get out of his body to Victor.
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Date: 2017-04-15 08:43 pm (UTC)At first, he almost thinks he's gotten it wrong. Because Victor is very still. And then shaking.
And then a sound that comes first feels like it's made of fire, feeling like it sets him on fire, blisters his ears and his head, just to hear it, and Victor's mouth, the next second, breaks that guess, that assumption entirely into what fire actually is. When Victor surges up into him, and it's almost alarming how hard, how fast he can move without ever coming off the bed or pushing Yuri off of him.
When Yuri feels like he's almost gasping for air before it even starts, when he's already under everything the next second, and he can't remember the last time he took a breath, and doesn't want one now, and might pass out, but doesn't care. Everything is burning heat and the movement of Victor all over his body suddenly.
It's exploding fire, coming down everywhere those hands touch, leaving singed burning rubble everywhere, when there are fingers suddenly cradling his face and in his hair and down his neck, and there's excruciating pain in the juncture of his hips, his joints, and, because Victor is jerking him closer, closer still, and Victor hasn't stopped kissing him. The press of his lips, again and again, and again, so fast and so hard that gravity is a fairytale, and coherence was a myth, and Victor is not a wave, he's the entire ocean pouring over the raft Yuri once had and pulling him down.
There's only Victor, only every part of himself being covered and uncovered by Victor, and how Victor and Victor and Victor is going to break him open, burn him open, and slip inside all of his skin, and the pain riding roughshod stubborn under it. There's only the way his breath is gone, and his fingers are actually, desperately, digging into Victor's skin, his shoulder, his coat, like he's falling, and his heart has found the way to be louder than any piece of music he's ever heard, ever turned up to the loudest setting a practice rink could even hold, and it might actually be trying to kill him, just to get out of his body to Victor.