“That felt really good,” Yuuri says as he shuts the television off on the second try. “Can you do the rest of me?”
A Victor standing up, a Victor sitting on the couch next to Yuuri with a glass of wine in his hand or a dog in his lap, would have made a suggestive joke about that. But the Victor on his knees just nods, happy to have direction on how to best please Yuuri, and says, “Of course.”
Five thousand words of service sub Victor, plus some sex.