TheBrilliantBlogger
Hmmm I'm not sure if I should continue this, please do tell me if I should!
Yuri stared at the man he loved with awe. The way he smiled tenderly, looked at Yuri as if he was a bouquet of flowers. Well. He was. A colorful display splashed upon his body, twisting, furling, starting at his head, only one eye peeking from beneath a heavy fringe of colors, flowers littering down his neck, chest, back, arms. He sat upon the cool straw tatami mats. Victor sat across from him. Both sat in the room, allowing the cool atmosphere to wrap their bodies into a sense of safety. Both only wore socks to hide the feet they never truly could be proud of.
If Victor did this to Yuri. All he could do was support him. Be by him. Yuri refused to let him leave. Hence the colorful display.
A flower for each kiss.
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