That spot on his hipbones always uncurls something in him just a little and he's tipping his head up until they're kissing again, warm, like they have all the time in the world to lock mouths in a dressing room. He imagines there are probably cameras, so he doesn't linger long, but he doesn't hurry, either.
"Me too," he murmurs back, and there's promise lacing through that tone, a signal that while the comment about the suit was for a later time, a point where they're going to end up in bed together is much closer. And while getting to peel all the different layers of surprise over this one at a time has been great fun, there's a prize down in the middle, too, and it's not just the tone like Yuuri's going to take him apart slowly when they get home.
"Did you want me to try on anything else? Or was there somewhere else you wanted to go shopping?"
It's laced with the consent Yuuri's already given-- everything that Viktor has picked out that he's liked so far he's indicated Viktor is allowed to buy for him, after all.
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"Me too," he murmurs back, and there's promise lacing through that tone, a signal that while the comment about the suit was for a later time, a point where they're going to end up in bed together is much closer. And while getting to peel all the different layers of surprise over this one at a time has been great fun, there's a prize down in the middle, too, and it's not just the tone like Yuuri's going to take him apart slowly when they get home.
"Did you want me to try on anything else? Or was there somewhere else you wanted to go shopping?"
It's laced with the consent Yuuri's already given-- everything that Viktor has picked out that he's liked so far he's indicated Viktor is allowed to buy for him, after all.