[Yuri leans right back into him, one hand coming up to clench in the front of his shirt to hold him there. There's the faintest tremor in his grip, and he's muttering something low and intense and absolutely filthy. Good thing only Viktor will recognize the Russian cursing. The general gist, in between all the vulgar terms (where did he even learn some of these?) is that he shouldn't expect this to get him entirely off the hook.]
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