[Victor cradles Yuuri's thigh with a hand, kissing it like it's something precious, because it absolutely is. He can't take his eyes from Yuuri's face, either, not for more than a brief glimpse at the rest of his body. He's offered himself with so much trust for Victor he has to hesitate at the wish fulfillment it indulges for him. His sexy dream boy from the banquet, but so much better because they've earned the intimacy between them. It's not a fan and his idol, it's Yuuri and Victor, the moment all theirs.]

Don't worry about making noise, I want to hear you. [another kiss] Very much, Yuuri.