Yuuri makes a little noise for the second mark, writhes just a little at the combination of that sensation with his own fingers and he feels that sensation again, creeping up his spine, suffusing through everything. It's the one where if someone asked him something like "do you want your boyfriend to spank you?" or "how do feel about rough sex?" he would turn red and shake his head and would say he didn't like it very much. And that wouldn't be a lie exactly, he doesn't think. The thought of anyone else leaving hickeys up his thighs like this wouldn't honestly be a good one. But it's different like this, it's different when it's happening, it's different when it's Victor.

Victor sinks his teeth in again and Yuuri keens a little for it, and it unhinges his brain from his mouth long enough for words to slip out without his permission,

"It's not bad. Please... please... take more of me, claim me," that's stupid, he's bad at this, but the words keep coming anyway, "I don't want there to be any doubt." That's maybe too honest. He means other people looking at him, but he also means himself.