my knees are burning hot but god is cold

AQUIVER, ADJ.

he couldn't help the tremble in his knees once he's inside yuuri, his pristine flesh rank with red wine sweat and two distinct kinds of desire. he hears a faint jitter clunk its way through his vertebrae as supple fingers trace the outline of his abdomen. a moan ghosts over the plane of yuuri's chest as viktor finally, finally palms the hardness of the younger's neglected cock. and in between the surge of his burning torch fire and the harsh sizzle of his solar flare, it's viktor's name that he chants, a thanksgiving prayer;

viktor. it's a call. viktor. it's a litany. viktor. it's a whispered plea. viktor. it's a timid offering. viktor. and albeit the fiery edge of yuuri's spoken intercession burns every inch of him, he'd reciprocate whatever love he gives tenfold.

it's not long before yuuri's hand wanders along the column of his neck, the unfathomable dip and bob of his fingers glide across the expanse of his crux as viktor's thrusts gradually become deeper and faster, mumbling indiscernible prophecies against the blush of his chest, convulsing in the immensity of the inferno they've created. he feels him quiver in the night beneath him as well.

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