The plates drop to the floor. Hopefully all the cake is gone. Minami can't be bothered to check. There are way more important things to concentrate on. Like that line of fire on his jaw, on every piece of him Yuuri touches.

(There is a fading awareness that this... might be too much. Except it's drowned out in good and Yuuri, in the sugar burst of frosting.)

Minami's gotten centered enough that he's beginning to wonder about other tools at his disposal. Now that hands have more obviously entered the game, his begin to wander. Sliding up into Yuuri's hair, curling tight.