[A little dazed from the kissing, Yuuri reaches a hand up and brushes the pad of his thumb against Victor's lips wonderingly. His own lips are still tingling.]
I don't mind. [He says, equally earnest and bashful. Yuuri drops his hand back to his side before tilting his chin up slightly in clear, wordless invitation.]
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I don't mind. [He says, equally earnest and bashful. Yuuri drops his hand back to his side before tilting his chin up slightly in clear, wordless invitation.]