Mmm. This probably isn't what you were looking for, so I'm sorry! Also sorry for the vague skating moves.

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Kenjirou watches Victor guide Yuri, hand on his waist, arm stretched out, their fingers entangled. They circle the rink casting shadowed glances at each other, faces so close they could almost kiss.

Kenjirou blushes, his heart quickening its pace. He remembers long fingers brushing against Yuuri's lips; a gentle embrace that made his face flame.

He pictures himself on the rink, his hand in Yuuri's, their bodies almost melding, hips curving against his ass.

Side-by-side, Yuuri and Victor jump, spinning like twin stars in the air. They descend and join again, two points always meeting.

Kenjirou moves with them, wrapping his arms around his waist, as Yuuri and Victor skate in tandem, legs outstretched, hand on hip.

Kenjirou reaches for Yuuri, Victor holding him close; his fingers run across Yuuri's face and Yuuri reaches upwards --

Kenjirou looks away. His stomach aches. His hands fall to his sides.

His body aches with the need for Yuuri to see him, to truly see him, but his heart hurts and his lips are dry.