And He Waits (слэш)

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“Is that gun even loaded, Yuuri?” The only response is a sharp yank of the wrist, but Victor’s grip is tight, and he pulls Yuuri’s hand to his lips, kissing the clenched fingers. “So unlike you, to be unprepared. Are you losing your touch?”
Yuuri twists his arm at the elbow, forcing Victor to release him, and before Victor can register what’s happened Yuuri has darted even closer and slammed both his wrists against the bookshelves, pinning them at the same level as his head. Victor feels the scotch splash over onto his hand, but he keeps hold of the glass as Yuuri leans in and growls: “Victor—”
God, yes, that growl. Victor bites his bottom lip. “Yuuri.”
They’re forehead to forehead, chest to chest, groin to groin. “I could kill you with my bare hands,” Yuuri spits.
This time, Victor leans forward and bites Yuuri’s lip. “Yes, you’re very good with your hands,” he breathes against Yuuri’s mouth.