Whatever Yuri had been expecting from the kiss, it was nothing like the sudden rush he felt. A surprised sound caught somewhere in the back of Yuri's throat, his fingers gripping as tight as they could on Victor's shirt, probably enough to wrinkle. That was the last thing on his mind. Victor was bold and at first, really, all Yuri could do was react, but even that was limited. It was so much more than he'd ever thought he'd have or even get the chance at. Victor wanted this, him, and it felt like too much and not enough all at once. His heart was racing, he felt hot again, his fingers splaying to feel the muscle beneath the thin fabric of Victor's shirt as he reached around.
But...he had to breathe.
He turned his head, sucking in a breath and it felt like reality hit him hard. He flushed all over again, shuffling a little to put some distance between himself and Victor, waving a hand quickly. "I. Uh. Bathroom! I need to go to the bathroom! I'll just..." He nodded and pointed, quickly stepping around only to come face first with Makkachin who stood and barked happily right where she stayed when Victor told her to sit. He breathed a small laugh, reaching to pet the poodle, watching her tail before looking back at Victor, hoping it'd calm him down. "I...don't know where it is."