His phone ends up on the bed between them, but that's fine. He doesn't need it right now.
There's nothing he'd rather be looking at on it, in comparison to the sight right here in front of him, even if he's still not anything like adjusted to and entirely comfortable with the abject intensity of Victor swelled to a higher key, that's comes in waves so suddenly often this close now. It tangles up his tongue, and his thoughts, and everything between his chest and his stomach at different times.
Especially when Victor talks about Yuri seducing him with an even, easy self-amused simplicity like it doesn't take the air and the ground from Yuri. This reference, changed entirely, to mean something more like this and less like the muddle of gray confusion and misplaced reactions that were at least their own kind of normal. Unlike the one now that stumbles, coltish confusion in the wall of his ribs, his lungs, his heart.
More than half the time he can't help that he still looks for some of the mad genius in that, the exaggeration and overinflation he's translated those word into for all of these months. Before. Maybe even might be waiting to see if it's just a joke or phrase that is just a current amusement Victor will just forget. Except none of those thoughts stick as well when Victor's hand raises toward his face, and suddenly his fingers slide, soft as a breath, across the soft thin skin above his ear, and just barely the shell of his ear, tucking back piece of his hair.
It probably won't stay pressed back all that long, but that doesn't keep Yuri's eyes from closing just a little at the touch, with a soft, "Okay."
The smallest, shortest trail of soft friction in Victor's touch, and the way somehow he wonders if he's been waiting for all of this since ... yesterday? This morning? Somewhere just before? At the same time as not knowing if it would? Whether it should? If he'd just utterly missed some strange ache for it, only noticing suddenly as it seemed like something else, somewhere else, instead loosened itself a few centimeters, and he seemed to recognize its existence only as it grew lighter.
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There's nothing he'd rather be looking at on it, in comparison to the sight right here in front of him, even if he's still not anything like adjusted to and entirely comfortable with the abject intensity of Victor swelled to a higher key, that's comes in waves so suddenly often this close now. It tangles up his tongue, and his thoughts, and everything between his chest and his stomach at different times.
Especially when Victor talks about Yuri seducing him with an even, easy self-amused simplicity like it doesn't take the air and the ground from Yuri. This reference, changed entirely, to mean something more like this and less like the muddle of gray confusion and misplaced reactions that were at least their own kind of normal. Unlike the one now that stumbles, coltish confusion in the wall of his ribs, his lungs, his heart.
More than half the time he can't help that he still looks for some of the mad genius in that, the exaggeration and overinflation he's translated those word into for all of these months. Before. Maybe even might be waiting to see if it's just a joke or phrase that is just a current amusement Victor will just forget. Except none of those thoughts stick as well when Victor's hand raises toward his face, and suddenly his fingers slide, soft as a breath, across the soft thin skin above his ear, and just barely the shell of his ear, tucking back piece of his hair.
It probably won't stay pressed back all that long,
but that doesn't keep Yuri's eyes from closing just a little at the touch, with a soft, "Okay."
The smallest, shortest trail of soft friction in Victor's touch, and the way somehow he wonders if he's been waiting for all of this since ... yesterday? This morning? Somewhere just before? At the same time as not knowing if it would? Whether it should? If he'd just utterly missed some strange ache for it, only noticing suddenly as it seemed like something else, somewhere else, instead loosened itself a few centimeters, and he seemed to recognize its existence only as it grew lighter.