This time felt different. Kissing Victor like this felt strangely more real. It wasn't the first time, for them even if it was still painfully new to Yuri, but the other times felt like a distant memory now, or a dream, or this was the dream. Either way, Yuri couldn't really process it past how unreal Victor's lips felt against his own, soft and supple in a way that Yuri wouldn't have expected anything less from the man. He wasn't pushing, but still reacting. It was encouraging, to say the least.
So, Yuri took his time with it. He wanted to remember this, the feel of his lips, the silky feel of his hair between his fingers and the warmth of his skin beneath his palm. Though his touch and kiss remained innocent, by the time he pulled back to take a solid breath, Yuri felt warm all over again, his heart beating hard. He wanted more, even if it was hard enough to imagine having it, let alone doing it. Eventually, though, he did open his eyes. The look of awe was back as he searched Victor's face. They weren't going to get out of bed at this rate. "I.. do you want the bathroom first? I can go see what you have for breakfast." He wasn't even sure what the time was.