crescentview | Closed Starters for Yuri Lowell [ Feb

[ There's a bond between them that can't be shaken, always seeming like something present on so many levels, and at times like these, even a step towards such intimacy can't break what's between them. What's always remained as a matter of fact. If anything, perhaps this is just bound to make those sleeping inclinations towards a transformation of that bond even stronger.

He lets Flynn push him until he's lying down, feeling the soft blanket meet his back, even against the clothes he's wearing, and feeling his long hair fan out around him. ]

...Heh. You always were insistent on being a motherhen. As for how much on my end? Not entirely sure, since I wasn't counting.

[ At the minimum, at least three since Yuri did pick up one on his own. But, he lets Flynn place a kiss against the side of his mouth, only to then turn his head slightly so that he can return the kiss properly, and move his hands to slide around Flynn's waist. ]

[ Flynn makes a tiny discontented noise into the kiss — not for the kiss itself, which is more than obvious with the way he presses himself closer to Yuri, reaching up to cup Yuri's cheek in his palm as he kisses back. There's just a little desperation to his movements that he can't quite temper.

It should feel strange. Yuri is someone he's known all his life, but this is a line they've never crossed. It's not even something Flynn had really thought about before the island forced him to reorder his priorities. But he's comfortable with Yuri in a way that's always and only been the two of them. Kissing him feels like how Flynn thinks a kiss should feel.

He forces himself to break the kiss before he can get too carried away, just so he can mumble pointedly against Yuri's mouth. ]

Four. You had four of them.

[ Which is twice as much as Flynn, and Flynn is already feeling like he can't think straight. ]

[ All too familiar with that feeling of desperation—though Yuri has put up a convenient front and everything, the force of his wonderfully made choices feel like they're throttling him, compelling a more heavier, messy reciprocation of Flynn's efforts. His fingers are curling, holding on tighter to the back of the blond's clothing, his mind fading into a hazy mush.

Something about this feels too natural, only right. Anything logical in his head has mostly taken flight by now. ]

Yeah? So what?

[ His breaths are coming out fast, and he just wants another kiss from Flynn, so he goes right ahead, stealing another, pressing up almost mindlessly against him. ]

That— that you're always careless about things like that.

[ It's not really a complaint; Flynn doesn't have the least inclination to pick at Yuri now. He can barely think straight as it is. When Yuri presses up he lets out a low groan, muffling it into a kiss at least as needy as Yuri's. For someone who ostensibly hates mess, he certainly has no reservations about leaning into that, licking at the corner of Yuri's mouth as if to chase the traces of that chocolate from earlier. He slides his hands down Yuri's chest blindly, tugging at his shirt as he tries to slip his hands up under it. ]

[ Even if it was, it's not like Yuri would do anything but allow it to bounce right off of him, too caught up in the moment, and essentially more inclined to be himself than anything.

Well, maybe that's not right either. Because if not for his mouth being occupied, teasing might have been on the table if he can manage, with the way his mind having him give into his impulses in a way he had never imagined he would.

That said, his shirt's easy for those hands to maneuver under, not much to block probing fingers running over bare skin. Yuri only continues the kiss between the two of them, opening his mouth, and then subsequently deepening it as he rolls his hips against Flynn's. ]

[ Flynn lets out a quiet sigh against Yuri's lips, spreading his fingers wide against the sleek muscles of Yuri's stomach as he works his hand just under Yuri's shirt. Yuri's skin is so warm to the touch — though for a second he wonders how he can even tell. He feels so warm all over, like the heat is beneath his very skin.

He really shouldn't be overwhelmed with this little. It's not like he's never seen Yuri shirtless before. But he's entirely too aware of every inch of Yuri as he slides his palm up, just feeling him as he tugs Yuri's shirt up in the wake of his touch. He grinds back down against Yuri, a shudder sliding through him as his tongue sliding against Yuri's tugs another soft noise from him. ]

[ A sigh muffled between them is the only sound that manages to escape Yuri in this moment, the kiss mostly doing well to steal his attention from trying to hold back any—not that he feels like bothering with this, and the feeling of the other male moving back against him in turn.

...There also might be a hand slipping right back down to at least tug his own belt off so if Flynn wants to help him out of his shirt despite his relative position, it'll be easier, and you know, he doesn't care what happens to it after that. All he cares about is that it's so damn hot that these clothes seem more bothersome to wear with each and every passing minute.

Not that he has much interest in allowing Flynn to continue throughout the entirety of this over-dressed as well. His hands are moving deftly to pull off the blond's belt in turn, assuming he's wearing one depending on what clothing Flynn's decided to put on today. ]

[ Flynn very much does want to help Yuri out of his shirt. Once the belt is off he shifts up onto his knees for leverage, straddling Yuri's hips as he pushes that very unneeded shirt open on Yuri, sliding it off his shoulders. Not like it isn't usually open nearly to his waist anyway. But Flynn's breathing goes more shallow as he stares down at Yuri for a moment before leaning down for another kiss. ]

All right there, Yuri...?

[ The words are such a familiar echo, but he's never said them like this before in their lives. Even though Yuri's had more of that chocolate than Flynn did, Flynn thinks Yuri's hands seem steadier somehow. They certainly make short work of the belt he's wearing with his neat and practical modern clothes, leaving Flynn much too aware of how close Yuri's hands are to the button of his pants. ]

[ Yeah, it's fairly easy to come right off. He hears Flynn utter those words regardless, and he's letting out a breathless laugh at that.

A familiar echo indeed. ]

You said you'd take care of me, right? I'm in your care now.

[ He means his words in a sort of tease before the kiss cuts anything else off, Flynn's words bringing about that still even in his current condition. As for his steady hands? Indeed. Oops there he goes, unbuttoning those pants for him, and maybe he will also see how Flynn reacts if he just palms him a bit right after, doubtlessly a barrier still present due to underwear, but he can't help himself. ]

[ Flynn sucks in a sharp breath, his hips jerking forward as he arches into Yuri's touch. He should have expected Yuri to be this straightforward, when he was the one who'd so casually suggested this in the first place. But it's impossible to not be caught a little off guard by how the pressure of Yuri's palm feels against him. And the part of his brain that can't not be aware of the fact that it's Yuri touching him. ]

You're saying that, but you're not even waiting for me to have your clothes off—

[ There's a note of breathless indignation in Flynn's voice, muffled into yet another kiss with just a bit of bite this time. He can't let himself get overwhelmed this easily. Determined to even the score, he reaches down to start tugging Yuri's pants lower too. ]

[ Yuri is a very straightforward man, after all. Perhaps that's what helps ensure that he's consistent with his everything. Anyway, Flynn's reaction is well worth it, sending a pleasant tingle down his spine, and he only hopes he can get more like that.

Nah, he's sure he could. ]

Why would I wait for something like that?

[ The dark-haired male says cheekily, when he separates from him a bit following the kiss with a bit of roughness to it. But, he lets the other take off his pants a bit, moving his hips a little to help them move down to his knees. Though, one important thing of note...

He hasn't taken that hand away, so don't mind if he gives him a little squeeze. What a sneak, huh. ]

[ Yuri is a terrible, awful sneak who doesn't play fair. Although Flynn can't say he minds, when that pulls a sharp moan from him, his spine arching as he pushes himself into Yuri's touch. Stupid chocolates. Stupid Yuri. ]

Because it's too warm in here as it is. And I only had two of those truffles.

[ ...Although when he opens his eyes again to look down at Yuri, seeing Yuri with his clothes open and half shoved off of him isn't doing anything to cool Flynn's head. He finally moves enough to shove Yuri's pants the rest of the way off before he leans in to cup his palm against Yuri through his underwear, squeezing gently in retribution. ]

Quit— quit distracting me.

[ What's the point in playing fair when he can do all of that? And look at that, he's gotten quite the reaction from Flynn. One of which is evident means that the blond's enjoying his sneaky manuevers...no regrets on his part here. ]

You only had two and I'm the one with the cooler head.

[ No he's not. It's easy to see how flushed his face is, feel how hard he is, and notice how hard he's breathing that he's definitely not got everything so put together. Him suggesting anything like that would be a big, fat lie. And damn, would you look at the consequences of his actions coming back to haunt him with Flynn moving to get right back at him? A moan easily passes through his lips, as embarrassing as it is. ]

Y-You're doing pretty well for someone being distracted.

[ Then he's just going to be helpfully keeping his hand occupied until Flynn takes care of that. But to be even more helpful he will even steal a kiss as well. What a troublemaker. ]

Is that right?

[ Honestly... as much as Flynn nags Yuri about his recklessness, he knows full well just how steady Yuri is, too. But with that telltale flush spreading all over Yuri's face, he's not fooling anyone this time. A little thrill of triumph rushes through Flynn and he squeezes gently again. He wants to make Yuri make so many more of those noises. ]

Hah. I hope you don't think I'll be so easy to... to overwhelm, like that.

[ Troublemaker, indeed. And so sweet. Flynn closes his eyes as he kisses back, not even aware that for a moment he's holding his breath as he slides his hand beneath the last layer of fabric separating them. There's a moment of hesitation before he wraps his fingers around Yuri's erection, hand moving in one slow stroke. Maybe it's only because of the chocolate they had. But getting this kind of reaction from Yuri is... well. He is overwhelmed, actually. ]

Of course it is.

[ Yuri says, that in a less heated situation may have sounded more believeable. As it is, it just sounds like he is trying to front a little and missing the mark by a whole ass mile and then some. His appearance does him little favors, as he lets out another sound, a bit quieter this time, even as he feels himself lean a bit into the touch, almost fully distracted.

All in all, making his own hand unsteady, though now using both hands to try to properly hike those pants of Flynn's down so he's not the only one without. Emphasis on try. ]

I-It sounds to me like you're fighting a losing battle, so I wouldn't be surprised if you are.

[ Words murmured as Flynn returns the kiss, and then there's a hand around his length. It's infinitely better than feeling the touch through clothing, so here he is, unable to help another proper moan pass through his lips, probably muffled more than not as he deepens the kiss. ]

[ Flynn makes a soft noise into the kiss as Yuri's moan sends a sympathetic shiver jolting through him. He wants to hear that again, unmuffled. But he also urgently doesn't want to stop kissing Yuri.

He's going to have to accept that he can't do everything at once sooner or later. But for a moment longer, that's going to be "later," because he's not willing to pull his hand away from Yuri. He slides his thumb teasingly up the side of Yuri's length as he strokes, gasping more noisily into the kiss at the awareness of it crashing over him all at once. That he knows what Yuri feels like this now, what Yuri sounds like like this. ]

So what if... we both lose?

[ He's a little breathless when he breaks the kiss, grudgingly, and pulls his hand back to help with Yuri's efforts to get Flynn's pants the rest of the way off. And his shirt, while he's at it. They both need to not have clothes anymore. ]

[ Yuri will do his best to ensure he doesn't make a sound like that once again whenever their kiss ends—a futile endeavor in retrospect, because let's be real. In a condition such as theirs, there's hardly any room for much control.

That being said, with the way Flynn strokes his hand along his hard cock, thoughts feel like they're getting harder to be anything remotely concrete. They're just concepts now.

Thankfully, by the time the blond breaks the kiss, he can string together words. Albeit barely. ]

H-heh. I don't know about you, but I don't lose.

[ That's a big fat lie. Anyways, there goes Flynn's shirt and pants! His next and last place of attack will be the blond's underwear; at this point, he's beyond patience. ]

Stubborn. Like always.

[ Although it's the first time he's heard it sound like that, the little waver in his voice like Yuri can't even think straight anymore. Neither can Flynn. He lets out a low urgent groan when Yuri's hands drop to his underwear, and he lets him slide those off too before he moves in to shove Yuri back to the bed.

He's so far past being self-conscious now. Nothing matters except feeling Yuri's skin against his, and he presses close to grind down against Yuri. ]

Where'd you put the basket...?

[ Naked is good. Slippery would be better. Flynn really isn't in the mood to think more advanced logistics than that right now, not when he can nuzzle his face against the side of Yuri's neck and press heated kisses there too. ]

[ Yuri's going to be letting out a little laugh, however a bit breathless that it is.

And then he's being shoved right back onto the bed. Which, you know, he has had no idea he'd like it as much as he did until now. Damn, it sure is doing some things to him. ]

...Nowhere else. It should be where it originally was.

[ It isn't. The heat and Flynn grinding down as well as kissing him has officially fried his brain into tiny little pieces. But, if the blond should look, he'd find it probably nearby where some of the surviving pillows still rest on the bed. Close enough, and probably a good thing, what with Yuri pressing back upwards against the blond, breathing heavily. ]

[ Flynn really doesn't want to have to pull away to look at all. Especially when there's so much warm bare skin pressed up against him, Yuri's breath stirring his hair. He makes a single muffled noise of complaint as he peppers kisses down towards Yuri's collarbones and lets his hand slide up Yuri's side and towards his chest. ]

Should have gotten that first...

[ Before they got clothes off? Right. He's definitely thinking straight. He finally pushes himself up just far enough to grope for one of the bottles of shimmery, slippery pink liquid he was playing with before. His eyes are on Yuri sprawled out against the bed like that as he pours the contents liberally all over his palm. ]

[ What is logic? It seems like such a distant thing.

...But maybe the two of them should have thought harder about the convenience of such things and where they're located. Though then again, that might have been an impossibility, considering. ]

...Yeah.

[ Is all he manages to say, completely distracted by Flynn's hands, alongside his kissing. And boy, he'd have pulled the blond back into another kiss if it wasn't bound to keep the blond from getting what needs to be nabbed. But, once Flynn manages to grab onto one of the bottles, he's looking right on up, watching as liquid drips sinfully all over his hand.

...

He can only grin, eyes half-lidded, and spread his legs a bit more invitingly. Look at that, he's being helpful. ]

You're gonna really take care of me as you said, right? So, c'mon. Come and get it.

[ Who knew Yuri could even be this accommodating? It might be just a touch counterproductive, because for a second Flynn has to stop and stare. He's always known Yuri was beautiful, but he's never seen Yuri looking like this.

He slides his hand slowly up the inside of Yuri's thigh, tracing lean muscles beneath his fingertips. He doesn't have the self-control to draw this out right now, but if he did... he draws in a shuddery breath and wraps his fingers around Yuri's cock and begins to stroke, slow and sure and savoring the slide of it against his palm. ]

Of course. I'll always take care of you. Is this how you want me? Just... against you, or...

[ With Yuri's legs spread like that, well. It's hard not to think of possibilities. However sheltered and stuffy Yuri thinks he is. ]

[ If Yuri had a couple more braincells, perhaps he would have thought a bit more about how he's approached this but nah. It's just full shameless now. And the plus to that is Flynn just looking right at him, star-struck, smirking like he has just finished the most invigorating spar of his life.

With the way Flynn decides to touch him, touch featherlight, and then more than that, hand gripping, then wonderfully stroking his cock, he can't help but let out another moan, eyes dark with arousal and pleasure. ]

Or what? What else are you thinking about?

[ Yuri, of course, still manages to prod, even in his state. But, it's not just with the idea of teasing. He's genuinely curious. He knows Flynn is capable of having certain thoughts, because otherwise, they wouldn't even be here right now.

So, tell him, Flynn. ]

[ Two chocolates isn't nearly enough to steal all of Flynn's shame. He might be capable of thinking certain things, but saying them aloud to Yuri is a step that takes takes a little more courage. For one completely absurd moment Flynn pictures diving over to the basket and just stuffing four more truffles in his own mouth. His blush must be going all the way to his ears by now. ]

...Or, inside you? I don't— know what you usually like, and...

[ He might know Yuri better than anyone alive, but "how do you usually get off" isn't actually something that's come up between them. Maybe it's not something he should ask when they're just helping each other out with the effects of the chocolate. Flynn looks down to try to hide his flush — which doesn't help, with Yuri spread out under him like that — entirely too focused on watching as he works his hand down the length of Yuri, fingertips teasing over the tip. ]

[ ...Yuri's shame is gone and not coming back from the war for the moment. But, it isn't like his ability to reason has disappeared into this irregular, dizzying haze.

He simply watches the blush going all the way to his ears, unable to help but have that smile of his become a little fond, even in a situation like this. ]

Heh. Well, I'm not surprised you don't. [ ... ] Though, since you're thinking about it, you want to, right?

[ He lets out a soft, pleasured sigh, actually liking the feeling of the hand on his cock. As for him, he truthfully doesn't have much of a preference. But the idea of goading Flynn into taking him sounds also good.

He will reach out, fingers lightly tracing along one of Flynn's arms before he tugs him forward. The blond can touch him and Yuri can get a brief kiss out of him too. ]

Then again, I'm not sure if you'd be able to. We're both relatively new to this, but I have come out on top in our most recent sparring match. When would you be able to do the same to me, even here?

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