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Victor cradles Yuuri’s face like it's the most precious thing he'll ever hold between his hands. "You know," he says, quietly, uncovering a revelation, "I think you could hurt me if you made up your mind to do it."
What he means is: you might be the only one who could. Yuuri smooths his hands over Victor's broad shoulders and considers it. "I could," he agrees. He thinks love has that power, demands a certain sacrifice of self. Its existence guarantees the possibility of pain. "... but it would also hurt me." It makes Yuuri sad to think of it, and so he sinks, once more, into the fragrant field of Victor’s emotions and lets himself be comforted by the adoration and desire he finds there; strums along them both until Victor’s vibrating with them, an instrument Yuuri’s yanked into tune and which he intends to play. "Is this too much?"
Victor gives the question the consideration it's due. "No," he says, and slots their lips together once more. You can go further.