[ Victor's lips against his are a spark to start a raging fire in him. They always are and Yuuri is sure they always will be. Victor's weight is magnetized to his own body, and his knees would have slid apart to let Victor in without the help. Victor's hands on his knees though, wisping down over synthetic black fabric closer to his thighs, it's intoxicating. Yuuri's own hands hold tightly to the back of Victor's neck as they kiss, as their tongues dance tantricaly. His fingers shift up to grip the longest short hairs at the base of Victor's skull, to pull him in closer. Kissing Victor like this is always like learning to breathe differently. Like learning to breathe as her.
His grip on the back of Victor's head remains tight as his fiance pulls away to speak, and Yuuri hangs his head back with a playful come-hither stare. His heels are still on, though one threatens to fall off as it hangs away from his heel--it's that same foot that is rubbing up and down the side of Victor's leg. He's not fully hard under black lace and nylon but he's on his way there. ]
Why don't you unwrap me and see?
[ He rolls his hips gently towards Victor's hand, punctuating his words with a hint of action. ]
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His grip on the back of Victor's head remains tight as his fiance pulls away to speak, and Yuuri hangs his head back with a playful come-hither stare. His heels are still on, though one threatens to fall off as it hangs away from his heel--it's that same foot that is rubbing up and down the side of Victor's leg. He's not fully hard under black lace and nylon but he's on his way there. ]
Why don't you unwrap me and see?
[ He rolls his hips gently towards Victor's hand, punctuating his words with a hint of action. ]