Naturally, Victor leaned into Yuri's touch, grateful that he was allowed a kiss. They had spent months even getting this close in Victor's humble opinion, months where he was incredibly patient. He let Yuri set their pace, his precious katsudon. He knew that Yuri had never really had a relationship like theirs before, whereas Victor had in the past. He was more than willing to meet Yuri halfway, to let Yuri set the pace.
He pressed himself close, letting their chests touch briefly, but he didn't do all that he wanted to do. He wanted to touch more, to kiss him, to hug him and to hold him close. But he refrained himself from doing that, knowing that he didn't want to push Yuri further than he was comfortable with. "You still let people know what was going on. Of course you were brave, Yuri." He smiled handsomely.
"I was decorating, Yuri! I organized things, put things away, got some things for Makkachin. Nothing terribly special, though I can't wait to get out on the ice here." He grinned, his brilliant blue eyes studying Yuri closely, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of his.