Yuuri's made him take his time before, fold every piece of lackluster clothing he owns and set it aside while Viktor undresses him, withheld the prize of everything until the end. He's showing off a little now, that he doesn't complain when Viktor doesn't do that, now that he has clothing worth folding. But the secondary message is also clear-- the clothing was never the point. Letting Viktor spoil him on anything isn't about Yuuri, not for him, anyway. It's about letting Viktor spoil him, trusting Viktor to somehow keep turning him into someone who deserves to stand next to him, that he's capable of that. Yuuri's still not sure, some days (most days) that he deserves to be here-- but he's getting used to believing Viktor when Viktor says he is, he's getting surer of what he can't ever seem to ask for, but can demand.
Like now, hand curled in Viktor's hair and the lightest of tugs, not really actually forceful, but enough to hold him in place, pull him just a little forward against his cock.
"This first," he says, because he's not going to make it to the bedroom, "then fuck me in the scarf," he's surprised he gets it out. He's even more surprised he gets it out with the obscenity, has to move on before he locks up from embarrassment, continuing the conversation like he hasn't said anything at all, like he's not rubbing himself lightly against Viktor's face, "Oh? What's next then? Shoes like you said? Your fancy shower stuff? Underwear?" he's not actually sure there are specific stores for men's underwear, but if there are, surely Viktor shops at them. He doesn't want any of that stuff for himself (or at least, that's what he's telling himself, even while feeling the cashmere against his skin) but it's clear the effect it has on Viktor...
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Like now, hand curled in Viktor's hair and the lightest of tugs, not really actually forceful, but enough to hold him in place, pull him just a little forward against his cock.
"This first," he says, because he's not going to make it to the bedroom, "then fuck me in the scarf," he's surprised he gets it out. He's even more surprised he gets it out with the obscenity, has to move on before he locks up from embarrassment, continuing the conversation like he hasn't said anything at all, like he's not rubbing himself lightly against Viktor's face, "Oh? What's next then? Shoes like you said? Your fancy shower stuff? Underwear?" he's not actually sure there are specific stores for men's underwear, but if there are, surely Viktor shops at them. He doesn't want any of that stuff for himself (or at least, that's what he's telling himself, even while feeling the cashmere against his skin) but it's clear the effect it has on Viktor...