Yuri lets out a brilliant laugh, eyes glinting with mischief and that spark of energy still aglow inside of him. He doesn't want it to go out, not yet, wants to ride it as long as he can. So he turns so they're facing one another, still holding Otabek's hand, and playfully bites his lip as he looks up at the other boy in an appraising sort of way.

He feels sexy. Here in Barcelona he isn't the skinny, awkward boy who hides himself in hoodies and hunches his shoulders-- he's smashing every expectation, rebelling against the rigid structure of his life, and though he knows this whirlwind will end he isn't about to let it go without a fight.

Leaning up just the few inches it takes, he presses a kiss against Otabek's mouth, firm and confident even though his inexperience is as painfully obvious as it gets.