He manages to hold himself up just a little bit, not enough to make it easy for Yuri to breathe, but enough to not completely crush him in this position. He thinks to roll off of him before Yuri lets him go, but that tug downward is irresistible right now, so he stays.

Finally, though, he rolls to one side, keeping Yuri's bent leg over his hip so he pulls from deep to shallow, but he's still inside him a little. The kiss that follows is soft, gentle, but it's not the kind of sweet he was earlier, intended as a goad. It's just calm.

Everything, for just a moment, feels calm.