Yuuri grabs him by the hips and pulls him more into his lap without really thinking about it, as automatic as the swing over had been. Not that this is something he's well versed or practiced in, but when he lets his body actually do what it wants, he's got good instincts.

Alarm bells trill in his head, again, but Minami's heated on his lap, everything right now that he can't reach and wants and the kiss is messy and sexy and perfect, and pushing him off or dealing with the fact that they're all but grinding on each other now, means he has to stop kissing him.