It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. He tugs Minami's hair a little bit harder than he means to, to pull him up and back into kissing, and pleasure turns the kiss filthy, needy, but he's well past caring.

Except the noises are coming closer and Yuuri finally figures out what's happening, or what's about to happen, and pulls back with a panicked look. There's no time to look like they're not doing exactly what it is that they're doing, but they are further back towards the back of the locker room. If they could just stay quiet, it's unlikely that anyone coming in for their own things would notice them, or their things. But if they did...

Yuuri doesn't have time to consider the implications, that he's not pushing Minami away but pulling him with him, suddenly all dancers muscle and grace standing them up off of the bench and Minami can be impressed later that part of that is Yuuri deadlifting him back to his feet. Right now, though, he's bundling them off and down towards a side door he'd seen before, hoping that it's a stall or a shower or something unlocked rather than a maintenance closet or something.