If he was pressed, he'd probably have to admit that the timing of all this hasn't been ideal, exactly. If he'd had the choice, he'd rather not have started navigating this new part of their relationship right in the middle of the Grand Prix season. He'd have to agree that Yuri should only be focused tonight on tomorrow's performance and everything he needs to get it done as perfectly as possible. He shouldn't also be trying to pick his way along a path that suddenly shifted under his feet. Maybe if Victor were a better coach, he would have held off on all of it until at least after Rostelecom, if not the Grand Prix Final itself. Even he knows all of that is true.
It's just that it's difficult to remember why it's true when Yuri is making that small, soft sound against his mouth, and opening his eyes slow and relaxed to watch him with that expression on his face that Victor hasn't quite been able to pin down or interpret over the last five days. It's not quite the way Yuri watches him, intent and focused, when he's on the ice showing him how a certain part of the program goes, and it isn't really the same as the surprised uncertainty from those first few months in Hasetsu. It seems to be something else altogether, but similar to both.
He enjoys it, whatever it might be. Yuri's attention, and Yuri's faint smiles, and the way Yuri has stopped stiffening or flinching when Victor leans in close to him. The hesitation that had been in his kisses only days ago is already almost entirely gone.
It's hard to remember why he should be responsible, when Victor has never been so happy.
Well, it isn't as if they don't have some time tonight, before they have to sleep. Jet lag will get Yuri sooner rather than later, and tomorrow will be a non-stop rush as soon as their alarm goes off, but it would be a shame to pass up the chance to steal a few moments, here and there, in this last hectic weekend before they go back to Hasetsu. Even then, they'll have to focus on the Grand Prix Final, if Yuri's going to be able to peak at precisely the right time.
Who could blame him for wanting to take this chance?
(How could anyone question why he would give up his whole life, put his career on hold, for this? Isn't it obvious?)
Thumb moving lightly over Yuri's hair. Idle, gentle strokes back and forth, just to feel how smooth it is, how warm Yuri is beneath his hand. "What do you think of Moscow so far?"
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It's just that it's difficult to remember why it's true when Yuri is making that small, soft sound against his mouth, and opening his eyes slow and relaxed to watch him with that expression on his face that Victor hasn't quite been able to pin down or interpret over the last five days. It's not quite the way Yuri watches him, intent and focused, when he's on the ice showing him how a certain part of the program goes, and it isn't really the same as the surprised uncertainty from those first few months in Hasetsu. It seems to be something else altogether, but similar to both.
He enjoys it, whatever it might be. Yuri's attention, and Yuri's faint smiles, and the way Yuri has stopped stiffening or flinching when Victor leans in close to him. The hesitation that had been in his kisses only days ago is already almost entirely gone.
It's hard to remember why he should be responsible, when Victor has never been so happy.
Well, it isn't as if they don't have some time tonight, before they have to sleep. Jet lag will get Yuri sooner rather than later, and tomorrow will be a non-stop rush as soon as their alarm goes off, but it would be a shame to pass up the chance to steal a few moments, here and there, in this last hectic weekend before they go back to Hasetsu. Even then, they'll have to focus on the Grand Prix Final, if Yuri's going to be able to peak at precisely the right time.
Who could blame him for wanting to take this chance?
(How could anyone question why he would give up his whole life, put his career on hold, for this? Isn't it obvious?)
Thumb moving lightly over Yuri's hair. Idle, gentle strokes back and forth, just to feel how smooth it is, how warm Yuri is beneath his hand. "What do you think of Moscow so far?"