Yuri doesn't understand him. Doesn't know what he's saying. He can't say it right.
"Humph."
Petulant, while he takes a deep breath through his nose, and tries to organize his thoughts. It had seemed so important, only a moment ago. Or was it a year ago?
Two?
Settling the side of his head a little more solidly into the pillow, while his arm loosens minutely, but never lets go.
Fulfill isn't the right word. Meets expectations is too anemic. With Yuri, he's..
It's something he's never known. A completeness. Feeling full, every day, like he's always eating his fill and always slept enough and always has all the air and sunshine he needs.
He doesn't know if there is a word for what he feels, has felt, what draws him here, but. “ Удовлетворяет.”
But it's not. Is still hiding. Like he might be ashamed of it. “ Я люблю тебя одного.”
Mumbled before his drowned brain catches up with what Yuri said, what he meant, and it's like suddenly catching himself on a toe pick, an unexpected about-face.
Searching for the English he hadn't realized he wasn't using. Things he's said before, but maybe never as clearly as he should have. "Who ... hm."
A pondering pause. "Satisfies me."
The only one.
"You alone, I love. Yuri."
His arm shifts, now, but not to let go, only to move his hand from under Yuri's side to his chest, where he can feel Yuri's heart beating, a rapid rabbiting pulse. But his. “Don’t leave again.”
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"Humph."
Petulant, while he takes a deep breath through his nose, and tries to organize his thoughts. It had seemed so important, only a moment ago. Or was it a year ago?
Two?
Settling the side of his head a little more solidly into the pillow, while his arm loosens minutely, but never lets go.
Fulfill isn't the right word. Meets expectations is too anemic. With Yuri, he's..
It's something he's never known. A completeness. Feeling full, every day, like he's always eating his fill and always slept enough and always has all the air and sunshine he needs.
He doesn't know if there is a word for what he feels, has felt, what draws him here, but. “ Удовлетворяет.”
But it's not. Is still hiding. Like he might be ashamed of it. “ Я люблю тебя одного.”
Mumbled before his drowned brain catches up with what Yuri said, what he meant, and it's like suddenly catching himself on a toe pick, an unexpected about-face.
Searching for the English he hadn't realized he wasn't using. Things he's said before, but maybe never as clearly as he should have. "Who ... hm."
A pondering pause. "Satisfies me."
The only one.
"You alone, I love. Yuri."
His arm shifts, now, but not to let go, only to move his hand from under Yuri's side to his chest, where he can feel Yuri's heart beating, a rapid rabbiting pulse. But his. “Don’t leave again.”