He isn't sure what he is. Other than kissing Yuri-- he is pretty sure that is a thing he's doing, helping haul him upwards as soon as he sees where he's going, except he doesn't see where he's going. Everything feels instinctive, the way some of the simpler jumps are, when you've done them so much they're just a part of you now, not something you have to think about. Except he's never done this before.
A girl had kissed him, once, for a few minutes, after an evening out he didn't realize until almost a year later was supposed to be a date. She'd made some kind of comment about not being able to read him, at the end. He hadn't thought it was bad, but it clearly hadn't been the right reaction. This... has nothing to do with that. He's reasonably sure it's the same motions, is the same thing. But it feels nothing alike.
He slams Yuri against the wall he was already next to, but it's not with any intention other than to push closer, to hold him up at the right height to kiss more, deeper, desperate.
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Date: 2017-04-01 01:23 am (UTC)He is not surprised.
He isn't sure what he is. Other than kissing Yuri-- he is pretty sure that is a thing he's doing, helping haul him upwards as soon as he sees where he's going, except he doesn't see where he's going. Everything feels instinctive, the way some of the simpler jumps are, when you've done them so much they're just a part of you now, not something you have to think about. Except he's never done this before.
A girl had kissed him, once, for a few minutes, after an evening out he didn't realize until almost a year later was supposed to be a date. She'd made some kind of comment about not being able to read him, at the end. He hadn't thought it was bad, but it clearly hadn't been the right reaction. This... has nothing to do with that. He's reasonably sure it's the same motions, is the same thing. But it feels nothing alike.
He slams Yuri against the wall he was already next to, but it's not with any intention other than to push closer, to hold him up at the right height to kiss more, deeper, desperate.