While Viktor may not have taken pole dancing, he is a talented enough dancer to read that move. Follow through with a slither of his own. His hands slide over the curves of Yuuri's back and down to his ass. Thrilled by how well the denim sets it off.

"Oh no, you didn't get to see the hosiery selection" he murmurs. And it should be ridiculous. Except Viktor purrs the words, bringing up clear images of stockings and nylon to unroll over skin. All the untapped potential.