If he keeps this up, they're both going down in a blaze of glory and damn his intentions to hold back and let Yuri take his own time –– but it's hard to remember when his own brain seems to have evaporated in a puff of steam, and when Yuri's just as bad, kissing him hard and messy and unpracticed, hands scrabbling at his collar, his shoulder, his neck. He doesn't seem to mind. Seems to want this as much as Victor does, seems to want Victor ––
And that's the end of his coherent thought for another few blistering minutes, until his right hand slides to Yuri's hip, and something pings in his head. Something he was saying, or doing, before Yuri tipped the boat over by reaching for him and kissing him without Victor even asking ––
Another few minutes, and now his lungs are burning, and he's swearing breathless Russian against Yuri's mouth, cursing his need for oxygen, his sprinting heart, this frail human body that won't allow him to crack open his own chest or slip directly beneath Yuri's skin to finally be as close as he wants to be.
But that pings something else, and he pauses, trying to think back, before he's sighing and his swears turn rueful before they're muffled directly into the skin of Yuri's neck, punctuated with hard, heavy breaths and kisses he still can't stop. "я придурок ... I am terrible."
Even now unwilling to pull far enough away, rolling his head so his forehead nestles in the crook of Yuri's shoulder, before he looks back up, and cups Yuri's face with his free left hand, smile wry and self-deprecating. "I was going to get you ice."
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Date: 2017-04-15 09:23 pm (UTC)And that's the end of his coherent thought for another few blistering minutes, until his right hand slides to Yuri's hip, and something pings in his head. Something he was saying, or doing, before Yuri tipped the boat over by reaching for him and kissing him without Victor even asking ––
Another few minutes, and now his lungs are burning, and he's swearing breathless Russian against Yuri's mouth, cursing his need for oxygen, his sprinting heart, this frail human body that won't allow him to crack open his own chest or slip directly beneath Yuri's skin to finally be as close as he wants to be.
But that pings something else, and he pauses, trying to think back, before he's sighing and his swears turn rueful before they're muffled directly into the skin of Yuri's neck, punctuated with hard, heavy breaths and kisses he still can't stop. "я придурок ... I am terrible."
Even now unwilling to pull far enough away, rolling his head so his forehead nestles in the crook of Yuri's shoulder, before he looks back up, and cups Yuri's face with his free left hand, smile wry and self-deprecating. "I was going to get you ice."