It was the wanting that made him feel dirtier than the e-mails, the money, the key cards, strangers' hands groping his ass on the way to their hotel room. And with every other client, it made him feel soiled-through. With Yuuri, it broke his heart. /// There's an unspoken rule when it comes to sharing a bed with a man who pays you for it. But Victor's never been good at following the rules.