Yuuri squirmed under Victor’s kisses as they tickled his ear. With each sweet brush, Victor dotted the line of small diamond marks along Yuuri’s skin. The roughness of his morning voice melded with the compliments he whispered, of cute and lovely, and everything that had Yuuri’s cheeks flushing redder than the wine Victor had brought on board for them the previous night.
Yuuri bunched his hands against Victor’s chest, giggling silently at how Victor’s lips swept at the sensitive spots. He pushed lightly in protest, felt the joy expanding in his chest as Victor continued with mutters of beautiful and lovebird. A lifetime spent living on the solitude of jagged cliffsides, and now he awoke in the warmth of Victor’s embrace and the fondness of his kisses.
Teeth scrapped playfully over his earlobe, and Yuuri moaned, the exhale soft and hushed. He did not realize he had let it slip his lips until Victor’s laugh rolled across his skin. Bubbling with glee.
“Yuuri, you sprouted.” Victor teased another kiss just below Yuuri’s ear. His lips tickled tiny feathers, blooming from the tattoos he had been tracing.
Cheeks burning hot, Yuuri clasped his hands over his ears, while Victor laughed all the more.
“Oh darling, don’t hide from me,” Victor said, delicate as he pulled Yuuri’s hands away, kissing his fingertips, the inside of his wrist, and up the tattoos twisting up Yuuri’s arms. “That’s the cutest thing in the world, my kisses got you so excited. You know that I adore you, feathers and all.”
Scowling, Yuuri let his feathers bristle, but Victor just beamed in response. Beamed and kissed at Yuuri’s ears again, until the siren’s giggles filled the room with the magic of their delight.
The new markings around his ears! 😀 Little diamond shapes~ And gotta have those Victor kisses!!
college is just as ridiculous as everyone thinks it is
last term i was 35 minutes into the first day of a roman society class and there was this dude eating burritos in the third row, and the prof asked him a question and the dude just went “i would love to answer, but it just occured to me this is NOT honours environmental economics” and stood up and left
okay this is gonna sound weird but bear with me for a second
a couple months ago my friend told me about something called “lesbian sheep syndrome.” when sheep mate, all the female sheep has to do is stand there and the male sheep will take the initiative. but when two female sheep want to bang (and yes, lesbian sheep exist) they just sidle up to each other and wait because neither of them know what to do
lesbian humans do the same fucking thing. as women we are conditioned not to seek out relationships because it’s the men’s job to pursue us. we are actively discouraged from participating in our own romance. so when two women like each other, there’s this weird stand off because neither of them know how to proceed. add our internalized homophobia to the mix and it’s nearly impossible for us to find relationships without going through a significant amount of mutual pining and emotional distress first
the whole point of this is i know it’s intimidating to talk to someone new, especially a pretty girl, but you’ve gotta make a move! you can’t be a lesbian sheep!
