Victor is truly unfair. He is. The whole world knows this. Like everyone. Everyone that is everyone that is everyone who has a clue what skating actually is, and a good number of millions who don't even, but still know who Victor is. Because Victor is Victor, and Victor is impossible. Perfect. Hotter than is proper for anyone to have been able to attain, and he's finally used it to scorch Yuri's brain to nothingness.
Yuri who still sways into the press of that mouth again, with something that is definitely an uncontrollable sigh after the gasping had paused for the press of another kiss. When it feels more like he can hear himself and see himself more than be himself. And Victor. Victor is laughing about it. Victor is smiling. Victor who is unfair, so very very unfair, and fine. Like it was nothing, and he can't make this stop because it's not happening to Victor. That would be too easy.
While Victor, whose mouth is still brushing his lips, is telling Yuri breathe. Like he isn't already swallowing reflexively anything he can get in his mouth, whether it's air or saliva. Whose first sensible mumble of any kind is, "You're making that hard."
And he meant -- he meant by being pressed against his mouth, right now, laughing at him, being this bright and this overwhelming, and everything outside his eyes and inside his skin, but the things is he says it, and it sounds like he means all of this. All of ... everything that just happened in the last few -- seconds? minutes? Blistering scorch of time that is nothing but fire and buzzing and his mouth and Victor?
And he's not sure there's a piece of his skin left to turn redder, so he can't really blush about that being true, too.
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Date: 2017-04-15 10:13 pm (UTC)Yuri who still sways into the press of that mouth again, with something that is definitely an uncontrollable sigh after the gasping had paused for the press of another kiss. When it feels more like he can hear himself and see himself more than be himself. And Victor. Victor is laughing about it. Victor is smiling. Victor who is unfair, so very very unfair, and fine. Like it was nothing, and he can't make this stop because it's not happening to Victor. That would be too easy.
While Victor, whose mouth is still brushing his lips, is telling Yuri breathe. Like he isn't already swallowing reflexively anything he can get in his mouth, whether it's air or saliva. Whose first sensible mumble of any kind is, "You're making that hard."
And he meant -- he meant by being pressed against his mouth, right now, laughing at him, being this bright and this overwhelming, and everything outside his eyes and inside his skin, but the things is he says it, and it sounds like he means all of this. All of ... everything that just happened in the last few -- seconds? minutes? Blistering scorch of time that is nothing but fire and buzzing and his mouth and Victor?
And he's not sure there's a piece of his skin left to turn redder, so he can't really blush about that being true, too.