[Poe's soft shifting forward is just Victor's language, or so he thinks in this drunken state. Drink still in hand, he'll adjust to holding it by the rim of the glass with just the tips of his fingers. That way, he can extend his index up, tickling it up Poe's neck and along his jawline, pushing at the tip of his chin. With the little nudge, Poe can't meet his forehead to Victor's, the man is too close already with his mouth. Victor tilts his head and catches the other man's lips with his in a smooth motion.

The taste is all bitter sweet from the wine, fiercely alcoholic even just on Victor's breath. He's not exactly letting up on the kiss, making a point that it's on purpose with motion to deepen it. Clearly, he's not thinking all the much and especially not about Yuuri. Poe is who he's with right now. That's who matters. Isn't Poe such a good man? There's nothing that could be wrong about this. He's being affectionate toward someone who has been so helpful and kind, it's only right to show his appreciation thoroughly!]