Then relax... and tell me if you don't like something. [Victor's tone is a lazy kind of confident, taking his time to speak as he kissed down Yuuri's neck. He's not leaving hickies, he didn't want to embarrass Yuuri by marking him all up. It's just a pressured drag of lips and the occasional brush of tongue to skin, moving across Yuuri's body. He's straddled over top of Yuuri, curling and sliding himself back down the bed as his lips reaches Yuuri's navel. A personal favorite place of his to be kissed, he'll linger with kisses, enjoying the little bit of softness Yuuri could never quite get rid of despite his physical strength. It was charming, not a flaw in Victor's mind in the slightest, and he wanted to express that with loving attention.]