Maybe it's just because Viktor is also his coach, maybe it's just something about their styles like this, maybe it has something to do with Viktor being famous or with Yuuri's anxiety. He has no idea. But Viktor doing things for him that are associated with skating has never felt cloying or coddling and getting yelled at on the ice, or fussed at it off it, doesn't touch whatever it is that they're doing and building between them. It's been a hard task, getting Yuuri to the point where he trusts that Viktor wants to coach him. But now that they're there, he always accepts that he is.

He's got that kind of power. He doesn't always understand why or even how, but Viktor Nikiforov is falling all over himself to be his coach, to push him to new heights, to put him in the limelight, even if it mostly feels like he's being some combination of dragged and pushed there most of the time.

"Yes, coach," it's said demurely, and he means it that way. The way he looks up through his eyelashes at the end of that, heated, however, is entirely planned. And then, his mouth curving into the little grin that always means trouble,

"If I wear some of this out of here, are you going to be able to wait until we get home, or am I in danger of getting ravished on a street corner?" He knows quite well that he's definitely in danger of getting ravished in a dressing room.

Just not as much danger as Viktor is.