[This is not something Yuuri has ever pictured before. He never imagined kissing Conrad or being kissed by him, and yet there is something so familiar in his touch and his kiss that it feels like they've had this kiss before. Like somehow all those long, lingering stares between them were just the lead up to this moment.
But that warm, familiarity doesn't keep his heart from racing. It doesn't keep him from being excited by every new step they reach.
He lets his fingers thread easily with Conrad's. They feel roughened from their time on a blade, but still gentle. So gentle. That's always been Conrad's way—the Conrad he knows. The Conrad he's scooting closer too, not that there is much closer to go.]