That's all it takes. Then Minami fingers push under the waistband, barreling past whatever's in the way. Until his hand closes around - what feels like quite a lot of -

"Um. Wow."

He has. No frame of reference. Except himself, and holding his own dick is nothing like touching someone else's. Touching Yuuri. The shock of this - the heat and the warmth and how hard it feels already - lock him in place for a moment.

"Wow," he whispers again. Kind of forgetting that he can do anything else. Like maybe move his hand?