"I happen to like that shop, Yuuri," Viktor hums. Lavishing more attention on that spot. Because he can. Because Yuuri allows it and Viktor will never get tired of these sounds.

Then he's rising back to his feet. Tugging the shirt down Yuri's shoulders. Letting the scarf trail down the fresh line of bruises. Cashmere against over-sensitized skin feels lovely and Viktor's eager to see the reaction.

"Besides," he purrs, "If we got kicked out I couldn't take you back."

Now that this has been establish as a treat, Viktor does not want the option closed off!