It's a bit of a stretch, like this, but it's delicious and he squeals softly when Victor pulls him down the bed a little, bends him nearly in half so he can thrust deep. Everything's one kind of sensitive from being stretched out the day before and another kind on the heels of orgasm and he can't seem to stop shaking. The first thrust rolls his eyes back and drives the strength half out of his arms. He manages to keep one around Victor's neck, but the other drops to the pillow with a thump.

"Yours," he manages to get out, even though he's barely holding onto words at all with Victor driving in like that, slow and intense, "All yours..." he wouldn't really need to say it, considering how obvious it is. Victor's cock in him is enough that he can barely move, can't even keep his arms around his neck.