Things are all still just kind of a smear of... everything. There's still the distant voice that says this is not the greatest idea he's ever had, that someone could walk in, that Minami is indistinctly young in that way that might mean he's a lot younger than Yuuri thinks he is. It's growing more distant. It's nearly silent when he curls his fingers just a little bit to pet over Minami's tongue as it slides along one finger.

He's scooting closer on the bench before he thinks about it. It's still a little awkward the way they're sitting, thigh to thigh, with their torsos turned in towards one another, but they're closer now, warm against each other. Close enough that he can slide his fingers against Minami's jawline and turn his head up into another kiss when he's done with his fingers.