"I have a thing for you," comes out of his mouth before he can stop it and then all he can do is laugh at himself and tug Victor up for another kiss, longer.

It turns longer than he intended, if Victor doesn't pull away. Victor's weight is warm and solid and Yuuri's still sort of vaguely presuming they're probably going to have sex again, but he's also feels so lazy about it, safe and cozy, and everything goes a little drifting, his lips dragging on Victor's hands sliding warm down his back.