Victor is taking the invitation, continuing to kiss at the marks he left the day prior, darkening the ones that lost their color overnight. He's hardly listening to Yuuri, very wrapped up in the task. His lips finally seperate from the man's skin with a lick over them.

"I'll try not to cling, no promises," he's probably joking, squeezing Yuuri briefly, tightening the embrace to punctuate how he was very much clinging at the moment. His lips tilt upward, moving to catch Yuuri's lips with a passionate, sensual kiss. They'd gotten distracted from their morning activity with chatter and Yuuri catching his breathe. That can't be allowed, they really must get some more sex in. (Namely, Victor needed to be in Yuuri, he's quite desperate to think about it!)