even the hourglass stops (слэш)

Victor tipped his face down infinitesimally, and their lips connected.
That was it. A few millimeters of movement, and Victor’s entire body lit up from that single point of contact.
Their first kiss had been ephemeral as a single heartbeat of a hummingbird—their lips had sealed together for a split second before they hit the ice, jolting them apart, Yuuri’s eyes still wide with surprise.
But this time...this time, when their lips touched, every millisecond stretched out. Neither of them moved, the silence of the room falling around them like a heavy curtain.
Yuuri’s lips were sweet, like the lip balm that he had put on only hours earlier, and they were soft, softer than Victor had even imagined. And then Yuuri slid a trembling hand into Victor’s hair, tilting his head to the side as his lips parted, deepening the kiss.
Victor ached, trying to remember to inhale and exhale, but how was he supposed to remember how to breathe at all when Yuuri was standing there kissing him?
[A series of canon verse vignettes occurring outside of what we are shown on the show]