It still takes his breath a bit, that anyone would look at him like that. There's a little part of him that still doesn't believe this is real, but that's part of what helps keep him moving, because if all of this is going to fade, he needs to grab as much of it as he can, doesn't want to miss out on a minute of it. He can't afford to hide. It condenses what might have otherwise taken months into the span of hours.

He shifts, just a little, to press kisses along Victor's shoulder, the back of his neck, warm and tender and sweet. He nuzzles up behind his ear and the beauty of this particular position is that Victor can't really see him like this even with the blindfold off, if he doesn't want him to, so he finds the courage to add,

"Does that mean you're going to give me what I want, now?" warm and dark against his ear. From someone else, maybe that would seem like a bit of a rejection of the previous moment, but Yuuri's tone is still sweet, somehow, reassuring.

I'm not going anywhere. You can let go, if you want to.