He's moaning just a little, for the press of Viktor's thumbs into the arch, head falling back against the wall and it's another moment where anyone (god forbid) walking in would have a very different impression of what was going on, the way Yuuri looks almost dazed, the way the tension leaving his feet draws it out of his thighs, too. It looks like Viktor could just take him right apart, for a moment. And he probably could. It's just that that's a prize, too. He's gotten Yuuri this relaxed and open here. Getting Yuuri comfortable enough to be genuinely pliant is not an easy task in the slightest and yet, here they are.

Yuuri stands with reluctance, but he does want to try out the shoes. He bounces a little on them, walks around a bit.

"They don't hurt?" he knows even less about shoes than he does about clothing. "Do they look good?"