"Hm," Yuuri thinks about it for a moment, "Maybe tomorrow evening. You're busy tomorrow morning." It's said very casually, nothing like Christophe's purring innuendo, but considering what they both know they're cutting the day short today to do, it says something, quietly, about how Yuuri plans to spend the rest of today.

Yuuri's always mercurial, not moment to moment, but day to day, always a little bit of a puzzle, like trying to predict the weather. But, like the weather, there are larger patterns, seasonal norms. It's pretty clear right now that he's all deferred nerves, tension turning him kind of jangly, and when Viktor presses him against the door, the noise he makes is a little desperate, fingers tugging in Viktor's hair. He tilts his head to the side and lets Viktor mark up his neck, but if Viktor tries to be too gentle about it, he's tugging harder, pressing his mouth to the same spot until he gives in and bites, sucks a bruise there, anything. There's energy that has to go somewhere.

It's lucky there's a convenient, willing outlet right here.