Victor makes a noise that is not an answer and the mattress dips besides him next.

Yuri is terribly torn between raising a hand to shield the side of his face and keep him from looking, and from looking, because there should be an answer. But that can't have been enough for Victor to lose his pants and find sleep pants, and Victor might be naked, again, like it's one of his natural states, and Victor might be fine with that, but Yuri just isn't. Still. Not for a second time tonight. Not for the millionth time this year.

He's about to try and turn his head, keeping his gaze averted, to try and find at least Victor's face, even in the dark, when suddenly a long arm snags around his center and he's jerked from his seat. To the bed itself, still bouncing beneath him, them, bouncing his body, while it's still smacking right into Victor's very likely, entirely undressed, body, AGAIN, while Victor is huffing and moving still.

The whole shock and desperate realization making his arms and legs shoot out, wildly,
as he shouts Victor's name and tries to break free so he can scramble right back off the bed.