The noise Yuuri makes doesn't have the sharpness of a scream, but it's hard to classify it as anything else, loud and startled, when Viktor snaps his hips like that. It hurts a little, it's too fast for anything but, but it's not a jarring kind of pain, it's nothing worse than falling on the ice, forgettable. The pleasure is much more intense, and it's the surprise of how that jolts through his limbs that draws the noise. Each thrust is almost teeth-rattling, and it brings with it that gunshot of pleasure and he's trying really hard to keep his eyes open because watching Viktor just completely lose it is a prize he never really even considered getting out of this, but it's gorgeous.

Getting Viktor to let go and actually lose control of himself is rare-- he cedes control quite beautifully and, since they've figured all of this out, rather frequently. But that's a gift and Yuuri knows it, loves it, but this is something entirely different and it always takes his breath away that he can do this. He wants to watch every second of it.

But then Viktor's mouth is on his neck and he's arching for that instead and that's something that hurts, too, but the blooming ache makes him squirm, fisting his hands in the pillows because he wants to be dragging them down Viktor's back. He can't seem to unarch his back or catch his breath. He knows the noises are probably starting to sound a bit less like he's enjoying this, can't help that, but he is, so much,

"More," it's a word he rarely uses, but it's appropriate to the day, greedy, and it's everything he wants right now.