[Conrad settles onto the mattress, the tension he'd carried for too long melting away each time Yuuri responds to him. He allows Yuuri to break the kiss but moves his lips to the corner of Yuuri's mouth and then over his jaw, down to his neck once again without missing a beat. The idea of not kissing Yuuri feels like an impossible thing.]
[His own breathing is ragged at the edges, but not so much that he can't manage a few sparing words: a whisper of Yuuri's name, murmurs of affection that aren't quite intelligible with the way he's constantly interrupting them when his lips seek Yuuri's skin again and again.]