Yuuri makes a little noise when Victor lifts up and he slides out of him, all aftershocks and wet sliding. It draws his brain out of the clouds and back down to hear and now, like a switch flipping from everything being emotional and esoteric to remembering he has a body and they're both covered in each other's fluids and, weirdly (at least to him), it's just as good. He gets the air punched out of him just as much as he did a minute ago with Victor all sweet and beaming love straight at him, when Victor shifts and he can see the wetness between his thighs.

He did that.

He wants to do that all over again right now, suddenly.

Endurance and youth aside, that's a bit much, even for him, obviously, but it flickers hot across his face for a moment right before Victor suggests the bath. He agrees with a nod right away, though he looks a little hesitant about trying to actually make it down to the foot or side of the bed to put his feet on the ground. Muscles are starting to protest and fatigue is starting to set in. Still, he knows all of that will be better in the heat of the water. He can't help but laugh, though,

"Now I'm the one who's not sure if I can make it there," on a good day, no problem, but he's still pre-exhausted from everything else that's been happening. Even so, he starts at least trying to head that way.