He ends up with his hands underneath Yuri's thighs, helping to hold him up. He doesn't quite think about it, though, it's just where his hands go, supporting, taking some of that weight for him so they can keep doing... this. Whatever this is.

He echoes more of the growl than the groan at the friction, pushes back, turns the friction into a grind and he's definitely never done that before, nothing even close, except with his hand. That's enough to know what that is. What this is, without further questioning, but all that does is turn the grind into a pulse.

He breaks for air, his noises soft, quick little sounds, like the sip of air he takes before he's moving one hand up to curl in Yuri's hair, the other still locked under his thigh, pulling him just barely into an angle before their mouths meet again.