Later, he's going to be really embarrassed about the noise that comes out of his mouth when Victor hikes him closer like that, wanton and needy. Right now, there's no room left in his head for anything but this, more. He's barely aware that it's turned rhythmic, now, the way he's grinding on Victor, but Victor's probably all too aware of it, considering he's likely helping him along.

Yuuri's not doing anything at all to cause Victor to want to stop giving hickeys. Each new one that blooms over his skin comes with a completely delicious, whining sort of moan and his fingers clenching in Victor's shirt, head lolling back for the next one.