[Yuuri cries out as Victor takes him in, this time barely remembering to keep himself from muffling the sound. It doesn't seem like such a bad idea now, to let Victor hear exactly what he's doing to him. With Victor so focused on spoiling him this way, the sharp embarrassment he'd felt earlier is muted and quickly forgotten.

Every bob of Victor's head wrings a soft, desperate sound from him, and he feels a familiar tension building in him. Without thinking, Yuuri reaches out until his fingertips brush against Victor's soft hair.]