[ It's obvious to Yuri now that Dimitri's done this before, so perhaps he needn't have worried about somehow discomforting him. The realization is little more than a fleeting reflection, occupied as he is with Dimitri's wandering hand and the feel of his tongue against his lips.
The latter's furtive, he knows. Dimitri has done these things, but not with him, and in that sense it's different. Yuri obliges in parting his lips, one hand trailing down to press over that chest he's commented upon before, wordlessly trying to affirm that he needn't worry.
It's more of a kiss than he may have assumed, but he's not complaining. ]
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The latter's furtive, he knows. Dimitri has done these things, but not with him, and in that sense it's different. Yuri obliges in parting his lips, one hand trailing down to press over that chest he's commented upon before, wordlessly trying to affirm that he needn't worry.
It's more of a kiss than he may have assumed, but he's not complaining. ]