Yuri was kissing him. Kissing him. His body was humming, alive again, and happy for the first time in a few weeks as Yuri kissed him, willingly. Victor had to remind himself that this was probably Yuri’s fiest kiss. There had been no international kiss on the ice after Yuri surprised him with a quad flip. He could think of nothing better to do than to kiss him to surprise him. And now, here he was, a younger version of Yuri without any of that history actually kissing him. It made Victor wonder if he had done things differently would Yuri have kissed him sooner? He could only think about it, because never mind now. Yuri was kissing him here.
It was hard to hold back and he deserved a gold medal if anyone asked him for holding back like this. Victor did surge forward, though, responding to Yuri’s tentative kiss with a desperate one of his own. His hands came up and dove into Yuri’s dark hair, tilting his head back to gain better access. Who was hungry anymore? This gave him life. It was wonderful, glorious. Everything he'd been missing and more. Victor’s heart pounded in his chest and though it was a simple kiss, it was a wonderful one because Yuri had started it himself. Victor hadn’t needed to initiate it. Yuri was going to be his, here, and he wouldn’t need to worry about being alone here. His mind was already buzzing with ideas, giving him suggestions on how to rekindle their relationship, on how to give Yuri the same emotions and experience that he had felt before.