There's that rumble of pressed agreement from Victor, and Yuri nearly frowns or sighs, not even settled on which, one or the other, because he knows he should have perhaps done more. Even if it only was a few minutes wasted. But Victor doesn't move, in fact, to let him shuffle himself off and the bed and across the room. Doesn't lift his hand from the side of Yuri's face, gentle at the edge of his hair still. Staring at him. Giving him, after another second, a reprieve from his one reaction. In a minute.
It's not the first time he's heard those words, and whether he think each time might be the last, the last one wasn't and Victor is saying it again. Not with his face pressed to something new and delightful, needing to know everything about it, while Yuri is trying to remind him when they need to get home, or that they were doing something, heading somewhere, had someone waiting. But he's not mesmerized about some in a window, across a room, on a plate, etc.
It's just Yuri he's staring at it, and Yuri can't help the way his mouth tremulously tries toward a smile.
Not that there is long for that smile to sit, shy and building, a trill of warmth behind his breastbone, before Victor leans in closer to him instead. Always just a little surprising, but something about where they are, there somewhere under that a little confusingly a small windfall of relieving, too. He doesn't think about whether to kiss Victor back. That part having sunk in like taking a breath. Almost effortless, both calming and nothing really, entirely, like calming.
This close though, Victor smells a little like winter they'd only just been walking around in not too long ago. Like he dragged it in with him, like it hadn't wanted to let go of him either. Snow and something else Yuri can't quite place here, that's completely different from the same season they just left in Shanghai, and back home. There's a soft hum of sound and Yuri can't help that he opens his eyes when it breaks. He's not sure he'll ever have enough time to get used to Victor this close, and how beautiful he really is.
That somehow, someway, for however long or short it lasts, it's still his another few more minutes.
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There's that rumble of pressed agreement from Victor, and Yuri nearly frowns or sighs, not even settled on which, one or the other, because he knows he should have perhaps done more. Even if it only was a few minutes wasted. But Victor doesn't move, in fact, to let him shuffle himself off and the bed and across the room. Doesn't lift his hand from the side of Yuri's face, gentle at the edge of his hair still. Staring at him. Giving him, after another second, a reprieve from his one reaction. In a minute.
It's not the first time he's heard those words, and whether he think each time might be the last, the last one wasn't and Victor is saying it again. Not with his face pressed to something new and delightful, needing to know everything about it, while Yuri is trying to remind him when they need to get home, or that they were doing something, heading somewhere, had someone waiting. But he's not mesmerized about some in a window, across a room, on a plate, etc.
It's just Yuri he's staring at it, and Yuri can't help the way his mouth tremulously tries toward a smile.
Not that there is long for that smile to sit, shy and building, a trill of warmth behind his breastbone, before Victor leans in closer to him instead. Always just a little surprising, but something about where they are, there somewhere under that a little confusingly a small windfall of relieving, too. He doesn't think about whether to kiss Victor back. That part having sunk in like taking a breath. Almost effortless, both calming and nothing really, entirely, like calming.
This close though, Victor smells a little like winter they'd only just been walking around in not too long ago. Like he dragged it in with him, like it hadn't wanted to let go of him either. Snow and something else Yuri can't quite place here, that's completely different from the same season they just left in Shanghai, and back home. There's a soft hum of sound and Yuri can't help that he opens his eyes when it breaks. He's not sure he'll ever have enough time to get used to Victor this close, and how beautiful he really is.
That somehow, someway, for however long or short it lasts, it's still his another few more minutes.