All Yuuri can think for a moment is Finally. It's like a breath of relief after how tense everything has been. There's no regrets about doing it, but he definitely needs something else now, needs to put all of that tension somewhere. The very slight pain of the marks Viktor's leaving down his chest, insistent but not overwhelming, is perfect for that and he's pressing his whole body enthusiastically into each one.

"I'm a little surprised you didn't try to convince me the dressing rooms were more private," he comments, though it's broken by a little cry midway through as Viktor leaves a particularly deep mark.