[Victor knows Yuri's anxieties get the best of him. He won't overwhelm the man if he can help it. His lips are available, at ease, wanting Yuri to kiss him and enjoy the thrill of initiative. His touch is light, curious, feeling up Yuri's hips to his waist, the bit of softness he had trouble getting rid of even if his weight was down. He won't linger and make the man self conscious, traveling hands to his ribs, thumbs brushing along. When he needs a breathe himself, he keeps his forehead pressed to Yuri's, eyes lidded and voice a whisper]

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