It's actually not bad for a bathroom. There's wider counter space, for diaper bags and such, and even a small couch for - whatever you do with babies. Who cares. All Yuri knows is he could do with a lot less and be fine with it. He'd been about three minutes away from just trying to find a wall.

He growls as Beka laps away the last of the frosting. Replacing it with his own taste and that's fine. That's fucking great.

"Get me out of these pants," he orders. Though Yuri isn't exactly helping. Not with the way he's already got a leg wound around the outside of Otabek's.