Fun like he hasn't had in months, or possibly years. He loves training, and he loves performing, but it's rare now that he gets to simply dance: not to think about choreography, or presentation, or the next jump, or how many points he needs for the gold. He never simply gets to move.
Not like this. Arms up, hands trailing graceful arcs through the air, toes pointing into kicks, leaps that carry him across half the dance floor. Free from keeping his arms and elbows in tight, to create the most perfect spiral he can: free to let them swing and lift and trace patterns through the air, like the music is a fogged mirror he can draw on. While near him, Katsuki Yuri is – it seems like – creating his own.
Catching Victor's attention again, and again, and refusing to let it go, and now holding his gaze with his own brown and brilliant one, while Victor laughs, breathless, thrilled, his heart flying, his spirit soaring. Katsuki Yuri staring him down across the floor, pushing him. Katsuki Yuri, whose hands are tracking fire through the air, and whose body is forming a melody it seems like only he and Victor can hear.
That Victor suddenly, desperately, wants to harmonize to. Wants to ratchet higher. Push it further.
When it's already pure electricity, crackling between them. Feeling more like lightning striking his heart, than shoes hitting a dance floor. Feeling like those fingers are stroking down his bare skin, more than through air. Heat pulsing faster and faster, and it's not like he doesn't recognize it. How hot it is.
How could he have thought –
How could what Chris does be even close to this?
( Eros. )
Needy, greedy. Always wanting more. There is no song that could be long enough for this, for the way his body is loving this movement, for the way he can't keep his eyes off someone he barely knows.
They're athletes, at the top of their game. There is no such thing as too far, when Katsuki Yuri is watching him, and Victor's heart is exploding in response, in a brilliant explosion of light. "Okay – "
Accepting this newest challenge, and letting his jacket slip off his shoulders in a dare, before whipping it around, and holding it near a cocked hip, while he stands, arrogant, laughing, joyful. For the first time, in a long time, unconcerned with winning –
Only with following, and leading, and taking, and giving, as long as they never stop moving.
"Toro!"
Challenge, and invitation, both clear, in his laughing face, brilliant eyes, suffusing happiness.
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Fun!
Fun like he hasn't had in months, or possibly years. He loves training, and he loves performing, but it's rare now that he gets to simply dance: not to think about choreography, or presentation, or the next jump, or how many points he needs for the gold. He never simply gets to move.
Not like this. Arms up, hands trailing graceful arcs through the air, toes pointing into kicks, leaps that carry him across half the dance floor. Free from keeping his arms and elbows in tight, to create the most perfect spiral he can: free to let them swing and lift and trace patterns through the air, like the music is a fogged mirror he can draw on. While near him, Katsuki Yuri is – it seems like – creating his own.
Catching Victor's attention again, and again, and refusing to let it go, and now holding his gaze with his own brown and brilliant one, while Victor laughs, breathless, thrilled, his heart flying, his spirit soaring. Katsuki Yuri staring him down across the floor, pushing him. Katsuki Yuri, whose hands are tracking fire through the air, and whose body is forming a melody it seems like only he and Victor can hear.
That Victor suddenly, desperately, wants to harmonize to. Wants to ratchet higher. Push it further.
When it's already pure electricity, crackling between them. Feeling more like lightning striking his heart, than shoes hitting a dance floor. Feeling like those fingers are stroking down his bare skin, more than through air. Heat pulsing faster and faster, and it's not like he doesn't recognize it. How hot it is.
How could he have thought –
How could what Chris does be even close to this?
Needy, greedy. Always wanting more. There is no song that could be long enough for this, for the way his body is loving this movement, for the way he can't keep his eyes off someone he barely knows.
They're athletes, at the top of their game. There is no such thing as too far, when Katsuki Yuri is watching him, and Victor's heart is exploding in response, in a brilliant explosion of light. "Okay – "
Accepting this newest challenge, and letting his jacket slip off his shoulders in a dare, before whipping it around, and holding it near a cocked hip, while he stands, arrogant, laughing, joyful. For the first time, in a long time, unconcerned with winning –
Only with following, and leading, and taking, and giving, as long as they never stop moving.
"Toro!"
Challenge, and invitation, both clear, in his laughing face, brilliant eyes, suffusing happiness.
Come and get him.