Viktor feels that sweep too, as he hits the climax. But for him it's all from Yuuri. Crying out, screaming from the pleasure of it. Everything crashing loose.

And letting Viktor do it.

There's a few deep, shuddering breaths. Viktor stays buried deep. Fingers digging into Yuuri's shoulders. Making sure they're both still here. Then, slowly, sense begins to return. He plants one hand on Yuuri's chest. Keeping things anchored as he gently tugs the scarf loose. Dragging it back down to drape across Yuuri's neck.

"Definitely, definitely, definitely your color," he murmurs. Pulling free so he can curl into Yuuri.