The eighth floor is the gym and swimming pool. No actual rooms. Somehow that translates, in Yuri's frazzled state, to "Time to kiss Otabek some more." And pull out more of those noises. Kissing is still new and weird but Yuri's always been a fast learner. His mouth is back on that spot like a magnet, sucking deep.

It takes a minute or so to realize the elevator isn't moving. Waiting for orders.

"Oh yeah," he pants. Cheeks bright, breath coming fast. He needs to get out of the jeans. It is becoming urgent. "What floor are you on?"

Which is pretty much inviting himself into Otabek's room. However, Yuri's isn't an option - it's connected to Viktor and Yuuri! No way in hell.