"Probably at my age," he said, dismissing Yuri's words. He didn't sound or talk like he was insulted. He'd fight hard, work to get that gold, but he was no longer stressing himself the same way he was three years ago. He wouldn't say he just wanted to do well - he did want to win, but he wasn't going to let himself panic.

"Alright, Kitten, you ready?" he asked, removing his fingers. He needed to coat himself in lube, which he did, before wiping his hand off and gripping Yuri's hips, tugging them towards him.