There's something delicious in following Yuuri's commands. The man was a fan of his, so he'd obviously be aware of how notoriously uncooperative Victor is. The obedience is all Victor can think of to surprise, following the request without word or question. The closest he gets to a catty response is a cock of his head to one side, over a shoulder, eyeing Yuuri expectantly. He rests his head onto his own arms tense at his neck before the touch urges him to relax into the feeling. His ass is jutted out, legs also somewhat tense before Yuuri's hands are on them. There's a tempting swivel of hips, his butt moving along with a bounce of his knees, one then the other. It's not quite the same as grinding back against Yuuri, it's too playful to be all that intense.