Victor wrinkled his nose at the thought of sleeping in the same clothes that he wore during the day and shook his head, just slightly, but he didn't move away yet. "Nyet," he chided in Russian, saying no. "You can't sleep in the same clothes you wore all day. If rather have you sleep naked. Unless, you'd prefer that?"
He didn't shift away. Not yet. How could He? He would be a fool to miss the ever so slight shift that Yuri made, just barely letting his cheek touch his hair. Inwardly, Victor was squealing his victory, and trying to hard not to glomp Yuri right then and there. It took every bit of effort to not draw attention to that simple movement, not wanting to scare Yuri away. "I'm joking, Yuri. I know." He let the vowel draw out again, smirking a little as he spoke.
One hand started to give him away, moving up to touch Yuri's cheek before he realized it. He noticed the gesture halfway there, hoping that Yuri had missed it, and abruptly aborted the gesture, letting his hand drop down to just being around Yuri again, glad to hug him all day. "We can go shopping together. It will be fun! And then, we can go skating together lster, if you'd like."