There's only one reason to hold back now and it's to make this feeling last. This feeling of being right there, just waiting to spill over, knowing the moment of no return was quick approaching but staving it off ever so slightly. His fingers grip tight to his cock, prostate flaring so much that the contact of his hand needed to hold him back not work him up. Yuuri doesn't look far off and the frantic increase in pace is telling. Victor's thighs move fast and hard, meeting Yuuri's dick with a loud slap of skin. He's yelling the younger man's name loud and lewd, like he's trying to be heard by the floor above (and probably is).

"I, I'm close..! Yuuri! Yuuri, come, I-I want you to-- I'm going to--"