The touch catches him completely unprepared and the rough moan it gets is probably exactly what Victor was going for, Yuuri jerking out of the rhythm they'd been setting in surprised pleasure,
"Victor," even he doesn't know if that tone is supposed to be chiding or breathless pleading for that again. Yuuri never seems to know what to do with things that skirt that line between best-thing-ever and ouch-please-stop. He does know that he's a little disappointed to see the glove go, which isn't something he would have thought he would be, but he leans into the touch to his face even so, "Am I?"
He had been thinking of this in the terms he'd stated, had wanted claiming, would have bent over the boards or taken the brunt of the entryway floor on his knees in a heartbeat, but Victor's reframing isn't difficult for him. Something in him slows, not a lightening of the tension or even of the franticness, really, just a release of some other kind of tension, some other thing ticking, overworked, inside him. His eyes flick up away from Victor for a moment, just a moment, to consider distance, before he looks back down,
"I slipped the lube in my gym bag," it's within Victor's reach stretched out on the floor, but not Yuuri's. It's also both a surprisingly bold statement from Yuuri and something of a confession, since they were hardly thinking about sex headed for the rink.
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"Victor," even he doesn't know if that tone is supposed to be chiding or breathless pleading for that again. Yuuri never seems to know what to do with things that skirt that line between best-thing-ever and ouch-please-stop. He does know that he's a little disappointed to see the glove go, which isn't something he would have thought he would be, but he leans into the touch to his face even so, "Am I?"
He had been thinking of this in the terms he'd stated, had wanted claiming, would have bent over the boards or taken the brunt of the entryway floor on his knees in a heartbeat, but Victor's reframing isn't difficult for him. Something in him slows, not a lightening of the tension or even of the franticness, really, just a release of some other kind of tension, some other thing ticking, overworked, inside him. His eyes flick up away from Victor for a moment, just a moment, to consider distance, before he looks back down,
"I slipped the lube in my gym bag," it's within Victor's reach stretched out on the floor, but not Yuuri's. It's also both a surprisingly bold statement from Yuuri and something of a confession, since they were hardly thinking about sex headed for the rink.