Minami reflects that back tenfold. He is a teenager, with all the energy and hormones of just being that colliding into the thrill of winning. It's not about deserve. He wants to have this and to give this. What could be wrong with it? Everything's so bright. And perfect. He had no idea it felt this good. Then Yuuri's mouth on his neck pulls out another gasp.

Distantly he registers other noises. Apart from their own. Voices? Still quiet, but moving closer.

He can't quite connect why that matters...