Yuuri's torn on whether he's more interested in the romanticness of dancing together in the kitchen, bodies pressed close, or if he's more interested just in the press of Victor's cock against his ass. The whole moment could easily swing either way, but hasn't really yet, sits there balanced.

"Mm. How could I not be?" he tries to sound cross, but his voice is still kind of purring out of him, lower than normal and it's just breathless instead.