Hot hot hot.

But he can't take his hoodie off. He can't.

Their lips are connecting over and over and over again. His hands are all around her body. Hers are all around his.

He thought he'd be able to do it like this. Just keep the hoodie on. Yuri doesn't touch his arms that much anyways.

But then her small fingers slide up his sleeves. And he winces as she finds the reason why he has a razor blade in his bag.

"Cazzo."

He mutters as he pulls back from her and gets off the bed.