For just a moment, Victor wilts like he's going to faint and he just about does. A single moment of pleasure like that is overwhelming even for him and he doesn't breathe, he doesn't know how long he stops breathing, but it's probably what makes him so lightheaded. His mouth escapes Yuuri's to draw a desperate gasp of air, feelings somehow crashing even heavier down on him once he's got a lungful. It's all wet and hot and tight inside Yuuri, the feeling too sensitive to remain. He shivers to pull his cock from Yuuri, dripping with lube and his own come. His hands finally let Yuuri's go, but the lost closeness is quick replaced by him wrapping his arms around the younger skater's waist, falling beside him on the bed and laying slack beside him. The grip is tight, like Yuuri would escape forever if he didn't hold on, but it relaxes, eases with Victor as he settles into the mattress.

The afterglow is setting in.

He's so in love.