[ And Victor goes willing or not (it is. very, very willing), a warm chuckle pressed easily into Yuuri's soft mouth, tacky with something. Mm. Vanilla? Ah, his Yuuri is anything but!
Because if he's surprising Victor with this, he has a need that must be met, an insecurity that he is trying to remedy in the most direct fashion. Victor understands his role intrinsically and will play it with all the passion that Yuuri expects: nothing less than complete worship. Victor abides, dedicates his love to this altar.
Victor shifts the angle of the kiss along with his weight, dispensing with the light teasing in favor of bearing Yuuri down to the bedspread, tongue thrust in, a hand roaming to tip one of Yuuri's stockinged knees outward in a whisper of nylon. A finger taps the fabric, smile sharp as the teeth that worry Yuuri's lip as they briefly part. ]
So many pieces to unwrap. My diva makes me work hard to please her, but [ The hand at his knee skims up, up into the dangerous heat kept tight under the skirt, seeking the sinuous shift of lace he knows is there, eyes bright on Yuuri. ] - is she even wet for me yet?
Soon, he hopes~
[ And Victor goes willing or not (it is. very, very willing), a warm chuckle pressed easily into Yuuri's soft mouth, tacky with something. Mm. Vanilla? Ah, his Yuuri is anything but!
Because if he's surprising Victor with this, he has a need that must be met, an insecurity that he is trying to remedy in the most direct fashion. Victor understands his role intrinsically and will play it with all the passion that Yuuri expects: nothing less than complete worship. Victor abides, dedicates his love to this altar.
Victor shifts the angle of the kiss along with his weight, dispensing with the light teasing in favor of bearing Yuuri down to the bedspread, tongue thrust in, a hand roaming to tip one of Yuuri's stockinged knees outward in a whisper of nylon. A finger taps the fabric, smile sharp as the teeth that worry Yuuri's lip as they briefly part. ]
So many pieces to unwrap. My diva makes me work hard to please her, but [ The hand at his knee skims up, up into the dangerous heat kept tight under the skirt, seeking the sinuous shift of lace he knows is there, eyes bright on Yuuri. ] - is she even wet for me yet?