Yuuri felt his back against the brick wall, lumps of it digging into his spine, but he didn't care. He was too busy trying to figure out exactly what was happening to his face.
Viktor's arms wound themselves around his waist as he kissed him, his eyes closed tightly. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss nothing like the one they'd shared earlier. There was little desperation; simply love. Understanding. Yuuri wished he could say that Viktor's kiss bothered him even a little, but if he did he'd be lying to himself. He felt completely at home in Viktor's arms, the heat emanating from Viktor's body warming him. His brain told him that he shouldn't be doing this, trying to build him up into his usual anxious state.
But for the first time in his life, he was able to shut it down.
Viktor didn't seem even a little surprised when Yuuri reciprocated his kiss, leaning into him and letting his body do what it was meant to do. He wrapped his arms tightly around Viktor's waist. Viktor giggled lightly into the kiss when Yuuri pulled him closer and held him tight, spurring Yuuri to slip his tongue into Viktor's mouth. Viktor shivered, laughing. He pulled away and looked Yuuri dead in the eye.
"Yuuri, I knew you we holding back." Viktor winked at him, laughing.
"Oh, just shut up." Yuuri slid his fingers up into Viktor's hair as their lips reconnected, closing his eyes and kissing him deeply. Viktor pressed against him, his eyes shut as well. His arms were wrapped around Yuuri's middle, holding Yuuri against his chest as they kissed. Yuuri's thoughts were a jumble; he couldn't think, couldn't decide. His body was acting for him. Viktor's kisses were slowly becoming more harsh, or strong, and Yuuri could feel his restraint quickly dissipating.
"Viktor..." Yuuri muttered, his words swallowed by Viktor's lips. Yuuri's mouth was open slightly, and Yuuri gasped when Viktor pushed past Yuuri's lips and slipped his tongue into Yuuri's mouth.
This time there was no hesitation.
Yuri's tongue darted past Viktor's, wrapping around his as Viktor tilted his head even further to the side.
Yuuri pressed even further against Viktor, fisting his beautiful silver hair as their kisses gained deeper meaning.
Viktor pulled away first this time, staring lovingly into Yuuri's eyes. He reached down and held Yuuri's hand, entwining his fingers tightly with Yuuri's, their hands sliding together like they were made for each other. Yuuri felt heat rush up his spine, filling his already burning cheeks, and he looked down. Viktor nodded towards the airport and smiled devilishly at Yuuri.
"I still want that photo, you know..." and he tugged Yuuri towards the double glass doors, winking. Yuuri smiled awkwardly, suddenly thinking about the crowds of people and Viktor's hand wrapped around his.
He suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and self-conscious, and as the doors got closer, Yuuri could feel the high he'd been on ebbing away, replacing with fear.
"V-Viktor! Please..." Viktor stopped immediately, sensing Yuuri's trepidation. He turned back around to Yuuri, releasing Yuuri's hand and instead rubbing his thumbs on Yuuri's temples. Yuuri closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
"I-I don't like having attention on me—so..." Viktor's gaze softened, and he leaned his head to the side.
"Is it because of this?" He reached down and brought Yuuri's hand up in between them, rubbing his thumb over the back of Yuuri's wrist. Yuuri breathed deeply, saying,
"Yes. I- I mean, with all your fans and stuff—I don't want to..."
"Stand out?" Viktor finished, and air of understanding filling the space around them. Viktor smiled.
"We don't have to tell them," he said with a smirk. He tugged Yuuri back into the airport, despite his protests. He tugged him through the double doors, the flashing of cameras blinding Yuuri's eyes.
"C'mon, it's just one photo, okay? I don't accept your rejection, my friend!" He said loudly and nonchalantly, but he glanced worriedly back at Yuuri directly afterwards. No-one paid any attention to Yuuri; they were all too focused on Viktor to really even notice him. The cameras flashed solely in Viktor's face, and Yuuri felt himself relax.
They reached the area where the photos were being taken, and Viktor stopped, swinging Yuuri around and inadvertently causing Yuuri to lose his balance. He stumbled, tripping over his feet and starting to fall. Viktor, spur of the moment, reached out, grabbing Yuuri around the waist and pulling him towards him. Yuuri could do nothing as he was pulled tightly into Viktor's embrace, feeling Viktor's rapid heartbeat. He felt the urge to lean into him, but instead pulled back awkwardly, looking down.
"Sorry," he muttered, but he certainly didn't expect the annoyed look on Viktor's face. Viktor leaned close to Yuuri, whispering in his ear.
"Sorry, are we? Don't be. I'm the one that's sorry," he said before tugging Yuuri's chin upwards and meeting his eyes. Yuuri's eyes sparkled, but he was obviously frightened. Yuuri heard what Viktor had said, but he knew that Viktor wasn't sorry.
"I'll give you a photo you'll never forget," he said, and he waved to the camera man. The man nodded. He was confused, sure, but he nodded all the same. Then Viktor turned back to Yuuri and wrapped his arms around him as he kissed him deeply. Yuuri felt his fingers automatically entangle themselves around Viktor's waist, and he felt himself fall to the floor.
The gaping stares from all of the Newscasters made Yuuri blush, but he was much too focused on Viktor for them to be anything more than a minor annoyance. Viktor's tongue was once again in Yuuri's mouth, but he didn't care in the least.
His entire body was shaking, because when Viktor finally pulled away, he said seven of the most important words that Yuuri had never had spoken to him before.
"Yuuri," Viktor said. Then he leaned down to his ear.
"I think I'm in love with you."
