[ What about senpai? Oh, making Yuri weak in the knees certainly has its upsides. Primarily the part where it's Yuri and anything that moves him is worth repeat performances, but Viktor hasn't forgotten his job. Drawing out his Eros could only help his little seductress enthrall the judges even more deeply than he's enthralled Viktor, and if these personal and professional goals coincided who's to say no?

Yuri can and only Yuri can, and until he does Viktor will obey the tacit acceptance of his affections. ]

Sounds wonderful. [ His smile grows satisfied, tapping Yuri's lips once, light as a kiss. The dusky color flooding his face is absolutely enchanting. ] Just long enough to get to sleep; we don't need to repeat China's unkindnesses on your sleeping schedule.

[ Then why not let Yuri simply go to bed, one might ask? Neediness, mostly.

Viktor (reluctantly, always reluctantly) pulls back first and gives the robe in Yuri's hands another tap. ]

Why not get comfortable while I fix the bed?