[Yuuri's mind is quiet too. No jokes from the peanut gallery. Normally, he would have a nonstop string of consciousness as he tried to figure out just what was going on and what this means and whether he really does like boys and if this will make things weird and if he's kissing right and if he's wearing the right outfit for this and a million other things. But today is not a normal day and those insecurities and anxieties are neatly pushed away for another day—tomorrow in fact. But there's no need to worry about that. He has this moment. This kiss.
His lips part against Conrad's as he pushes into the kiss, feeling eager for this in a way he normally wouldn't have let himself show for fear of embarrassment.]