Yuri comes, but Yuri flails, sending Yuri's back smacking against Victor's body, and there is no getting away.
Not for water.
Not for another bed.
(Not for fifteen months, with no sign or signal.)
Yuri is back to wiry strength, and he's faster than Victor is right now, but Victor is still bigger and stronger and he can just tighten that arm around Yuri's middle and drag him in flush against his own chest and stomach and mold around him, a leg slipping over Yuri's to pin him here, in place, while he snuffles a low contented rumble of hmmmmmm into the mess of Yuri's hair.
Relaxing, boneless, even as Yuri struggles to get away, as if he and this bed are nothing but quicksand, drawing Yuri in closer the more he scrambles to get out. Voice gone low and rusty and too warm and too satisfied and too everything that has made Yuri keep trying to get away from him, tonight, but he can't help it. He's drunk and tired and all he wants he has right in the circle of his arms, and he just needs Yuri to:
no subject
Not for water.
Not for another bed.
(Not for fifteen months, with no sign or signal.)
Yuri is back to wiry strength, and he's faster than Victor is right now, but Victor is still bigger and stronger and he can just tighten that arm around Yuri's middle and drag him in flush against his own chest and stomach and mold around him, a leg slipping over Yuri's to pin him here, in place, while he snuffles a low contented rumble of hmmmmmm into the mess of Yuri's hair.
Relaxing, boneless, even as Yuri struggles to get away, as if he and this bed are nothing but quicksand, drawing Yuri in closer the more he scrambles to get out. Voice gone low and rusty and too warm and too satisfied and too everything that has made Yuri keep trying to get away from him, tonight, but he can't help it. He's drunk and tired and all he wants he has right in the circle of his arms, and he just needs Yuri to:
"Stay."