Tension floods out of Yuuri, too, almost simultaneously, and they just seem like they melt into one another. If Victor's holding on too tight, it's okay, Yuuri is too, also gasping for air.

He can feel a mix of lube and Victor slide out of him as they shift and he shudders, even his skin feeling oversensitive. He's knocked offline no less than the first orgasm, but this one has him clinging, hands moving against skin, mouth lazily sliding across whatever's closest. Something's different about this and he doesn't know what it is but he loves it, wants it again even before it's faded.

"Mine..." the word slips out before he can think better of it or build up any kind of anxiety about how dare he presume to claim Victor like that. It's quiet, but accompanied by his arms tightening slightly and unless Victor has an extremely poor reaction (unlikely) he manages to bite his lip and not immediately apologize or take it back.