"I'm free tomorrow!" chirps Viktor. Unable to resist the cheek.

The trip back passes in a warm blur. A successful shopping trip always brings a high, but this is something else entirely. Viktor doesn't really come back to himself until he's pressing Yuuri against the door. Trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck. Lingering here and there. Leaving marks, now that there's no salespeople to gossip.

He reclaims just enough presence of mind to get the suit hung on the coat rack. Everything else can wait.