He doesn't have any idea how Viktor is able to keep that pace and his balance and get a hand around his cock, but he's making another one of those screaming shouts at the suddenness of it, the wash of pleasure and a new sensation where there's so much of it already. He's completely overwhelmed and it's in the best possible way-- Viktor's weight presses down on him a lot more like deadweight and there's a rushing wave through him. He has a feeling he's probably making a noise, and it's loud, but there's no room in his head for anything other than the orgasm, the feel of Viktor's teeth still sinking into his neck a bright anchor of pain in the pleasure that's feels like it's just enough to keep him from losing his mind.

Surely that's an exaggeration, but in the moment, it feels like it, like everything could just get swept away right now if there wasn't something holding him there.