Dimitri kisses his wrist before he can pull away. The touch was already enough, he could stand it, but the sensation of lips against it, such a strange, intimate gesture... Yuri flushes, almost incapable of controlling it. He wants to pull away, but his body is twitching just a bit instead as he tries to calm himself.

Between his thighs, he can feel it, a rush of heat, embarrassing.

Once the distance is between them, Yuri shoves the bracelets back down sharply, fingers curled into a fist until he can figure out how to will the blood from his face and throat. Fuck him.

"Well then. What would you like to do now? Do you even know how to relax? Or do I have to show you?"