Minami scrabbles. Instead of quieting the rush, the panic has stoked the fire higher. He pushes up under Yuuri's jacket, shirt, frantic for more touch, skin. It's different standing up. The friction more immediate, and he finds himself grinding automatically into whatever's closest. Whether it's a hand or Yuuri's thigh.

After an eternity the voices finally fade. Minami's sure he's going to explode.

"Yuuri -" he pants, "Please -"

He's only vaguely aware of what he's asking for. Minami just knows he wants it. Eyes wide and imploring.