Yuri's description makes me huff a faint laugh, while his hand traces a warm line down the curve of his neck, towards his shoulder. One might think he'd glutted himself on touching Yuri by now, but there never seems to be enough: rather than making Victor want it less, every new touch only makes him want to reach out again and again, for more. "It's an old city. The newer buildings can sometimes look out of place."

Japan has its fair share of old cities and buildings, but the distinction between them never seems quite as abrupt as it does here. Perhaps they simply have better city planners –– although it's not a theory he'd want to mention in front of Yurio, whose Moscow roots are a source of pride.

Except thinking about Yurio makes him feel uncomfortable, so he pushes past the thought without mentioning it aloud. "I wish I knew it better, so I could make sure you see the best it has to offer when we're finished with the competition ... but we'll just have to make do."

He isn't the best tour guide available, but he can at least promise to be a dedicated one. That's a thought he doesn't mind, and it makes him smile as he leans forward to kiss Yuri again, before pulling back with purpose, letting go of Yuri's shoulder and pushing himself back and up towards sitting, aiming to get off the bed entirely. "But until then, we have to focus on your programs. Let's go through your things now, so you can get to bed and get a good night's sleep before morning. We'll be up early for breakfast and practice, so I want you to be ready to go."