crescentview | Closed Starters for Yuri Lowell [ Feb

[ 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?

[ Flynn is deeply grateful for Yuri's timing. If he's being dragged forward into a kiss, he doesn't have to stammer his way through an immediate answer. He muffles a sound like a soft sigh against Yuri's lips as he leans into it.

Does he want to? Absolutely. "Should" or "shouldn't" really isn't factoring into his emotions right now. He finally parts from the kiss with an exasperated little huff. Yuri's trying to rile him up... But maybe Flynn's overheated brain is inclined to let him. ]

I'm pretty sure I won the most recent one. [ Just now. With the pillows. Yes, that absolutely counts. ] Don't you think I have the upper hand now? If you're letting me take care of you.

[ Flynn leans back enough to smile down at Yuri playfully, reaching for the bottle to slick his hand again. This time he trails his fingertips up the inside of Yuri's thigh with intent. ]

But we're both pretty new to this. [ Which is fascinating news to him about Yuri, but that can wait until they're in their right minds again. ] We don't have to rush into it...

[ Yes, he certainly is.

After all, he also noticed Flynn was getting nervous as well. What better way to continue enhancement of such a movement in addition to you know, everything else? ]

Since when does that count? [ He sounds too amused despite it all. ] Maybe in your dreams.

[ But he certainly doesn't stop Flynn from doing what he is occupied with the moment, it's just keeping still when his fingertips are running along inside so he doesn't like, jostle his fingers or something stupid, that's the problem. But this is a uniquely Yuri problem. ]

Trust you to say something so heartfelt like that while I'm dying here.

Don't be a sore loser.

[ Yuri really needs to not be saying anything about his dreams just now. And not putting any ideas in Flynn's head for later. But at least he's being still and cooperative and relaxed, like Flynn's the only one overthinking this. ]

Well, one of us has to be serious. You're reckless enough even when we're not...

[ You know, half out of their minds on aphro chocolates. But as rational as he can make himself sound, Flynn's not feeling any calmer about this himself. If Yuri's really fine with this, then... Flynn circles him slowly with slick fingertips, a hint of nervousness still plain on his face as he bites down on his lip before pressing one finger carefully inside Yuri. Is it really alright...? ]

[ He'll snort at the sore loser part. But anyway, yes, Yuri is being very cooperative right now... ]

Hey, I've been good at not being reckless so far. And, I'm not a sore loser.

[ When Flynn is looking like he has his head in the clouds, uncertain once more, he'll reach up fingers threading through strands of blond hair, until back over one of his shoulders, giving another tug so he can bring him closer for another kiss. More gentle, but still heated. ]

You should stop thinking so much.

You know I've never been as good at that as you are.

[ ...Only half true, since he knows full well how hard Yuri thinks about things when he chooses to. He can wear himself out on something just as well as Flynn. But he's certainly better at knowing where to stop.

But Flynn melts as he lets himself be pulled down for another kiss. Yuri is persuasive like this. He sighs softly against Yuri's lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and reaching down to hitch Yuri's hip up a little. He presses careful fingers against him again, stroking lightly before he teases his fingers deeper inside him. They're both a little overwhelmed right now, right? So maybe even Flynn can be convinced that drawing things out too much would be a little cruel. ]

...Well, I'm sure you'll learn how to in a bit.

[ Anyway, it's mostly true. The only time where Yuri doesn't know where to stop thinking too much is when it involves people's livelihoods and such being threatened. Sometimes, to his detriment, as Flynn knows very well.

Anyway, once those fingers are finally sliding inside of him, there's a relieved sigh that escapes his lips, muffled by the connection of their mouths due to the kiss. Though he certainly does still need a bit more preparation, y'all can thank the aphrodisiacs for his shameless reaction.

In his current position, he shifts so both of his arms are wrapped around Flynn, and he would have teased the blond, but instead he only decides to deepen the kiss, also moving to have one leg around the waist in an attempt to entice those fingers into him even more. And quicker. ]

Edited 2023-03-03 02:04 (UTC)

Mmh—

[ There's maybe a tiny note of disagreement in Flynn's voice, but he's not about to break the kiss to voice it. And it's true enough, because when the kiss deepens it's like his mind goes blank for a moment. He kisses back eagerly, arching his whole body against Yuri's so Yuri's hard length slides against his stomach as he presses his fingers deeper.

He's not going to rush this so much that it hurts Yuri. But Yuri feels relaxed and welcoming around him, and Yuri's leg around his waist like that is really making him picture how it would feel for Yuri to wrap his legs around him when it's not just Flynn's fingers inside him and... well, he's maybe moving a little faster now, stroking deep and careful, his breathing ragged into Yuri's mouth. ]

[ An adorable note of disagreement, however small. But, though it is something Yuri hears, given how tiny it is, it changes nothing about how he feels regarding what he's said. Though, he's definitely not unaffected by all of this either, a spark of pleasure running through him causing him to let out a muffled moan from both sensations—the way those fingers are pressing deeper, and the contact against his cock.

Damn, with the aphrodisiacs running on through the dark-haired male, he's also made much easier to relax with those fingers prying deeper and deeper into him. And the way they're stroking inside...

It's doubtless that the kiss is becoming much more sloppier as a result, his eyes even sliding shut for a moment, and then he's pulling away— ]

Flynn, I think that's...hah—more than enough.

[ The tone of voice is a touch impatient, but heated all the same. He personally thinks it's enough preparation. Though, does Flynn think the same... ]

[ Flynn arches after Yuri when he pulls back, as if he's not willing to stop kissing him for anything. It's not far from the truth. Although he realizes a second later that the words Yuri is saying are important.

They're intoxicating. And he wants to go along with it. For once in his life, he'd swear he's not thinking too hard. Or hardly at all. ]

You're too impatient. You'll be sore later. Just a little more...

[ And admittedly, even if the need to feel the heat of Yuri's body around him is getting harder and harder to ignore, there's something heady about hearing Yuri moan like that. The urgency in the way he kisses, that pushy note in his voice. Flynn presses Yuri back down to the bed again, fully intending to keep preparing Yuri unless Yuri insists otherwise. ]

[ ...A little more? Just a little more?!

Yuri's mind is already in disarray. His body even moreso, thanks to the drugs that have brought him into such a state. In a normal situation, such words are bound to be relatively acceptable. Perhaps even welcome, given the fact that it is still within Flynn's nature, no matter what kind of situation the two may have found themselves in. But now? ]

Man...t-trust you to be always a motherhen about everything. But, really...do you think I'm going to be able to wait for much longer?

[ This time, Yuri, who has been taking it easy, unhooks one leg from around Flynn's waist, and then suddenly surges forward to push the blond back as hard as he can with the intention of having the other's back against the blankets, and himself on top. You know, probably after nudging those fingers out carefully, so not to cause any problems. Then, in a quick moment, he's right on top, hand going to move to grab a hold of the blond's stiff cock, angling towards his entrance, knees planted on either side of the blond, beginning to already impatiently settle himself down on it. ]

I already made it clear, didn't I? I want your damn cock inside of me. And I think I'm more than ready.

I think you—

[ Whatever nagging Flynn was going to finish with is forgotten when Yuri moves to flip them, and Flynn tumbles back into the blankets with an indignant little huff that's half a laugh. He should have seen that one coming. But he cant even get breath back in his lungs to playfully chide Yuri for his impatience again before Yuri is moving down on him. The moan that escapes Flynn the instant Yuri's fingers touch him is absolutely unrestrained, and it's impossible for him to keep his hips from rolling up to meet Yuri even as he reaches to curl his hand around Yuri's hip in return. He should remind him to slow down. But instead he's tugging Yuri down onto him, biting his lip to fight another groan as his cock slides into Yuri. ]

Yuri! You're always... like this...

[ And he's always getting caught up in Yuri's wake like this. The shreds of self-control that Flynn had been desperately clinging to fray in record time as Yuri's touch, Yuri's words tugging the last thread holding them together. It's not fair that Yuri can sound like that when they're both already this far gone. ]

[ Not like he's going to let Flynn's nagging be anything but empty words, caught up in the moment with no intention of escaping it until he's succeeded in getting what he wants—what they both desire, in all honesty.

No chance in getting him to slow down even if he had the breath to ask, and the sound of Flynn's moan is always good—a sharp gasp of his own leaving him when he's tugged down, feeling like the speed of it all is bound to quicker, and it does, him easily being fully breached. ]

W-what'd you expect...?

[ Does he wait all that long once Flynn's length is fully seated inside of him? No, not at all. After he feels like he's adjusted easily enough, Yuri's already going to raise his hips and then let them—himself—drop all the way down, taking his pleasure with no intention of doing anything else. His breaths come out harsher, and unrestrained moans leave his throat, one doubtlessly spoken softly with Flynn's name into the air. ]

[ What did Flynn expect? What a loaded question, when he can't even hear his own thoughts over the sounds they're both making. He strokes his hands up Yuri's sides, soft and reverent, feeling the muscle tense under his fingertips as Yuri shifts. ]

...Nothing but this. You're always... Yuri.

[ Which is unfortunately something Flynn loves very much. He shudders as Yuri sinks back down on him, too fast and overwhelming and perfect, and his back arches away from the sheets as he moves in time with Yuri. His hand finally makes its way over Yuri's hip to curl his fingers around the length of him again, stroking Yuri with each movement. It's hard to remember to do even this much, his other hand resting on Yuri's hip to help support him in the position, although someone as athletic as Yuri hardly needs any encouragement.

Flynn's going to be remembering the way he looks like this for a long, long time after this. ]

[ How eloquent of Flynn to say.

Not that Yuri can manage such words himself or even bother saying something like that as well. Why would he even be able to, with both of them so far gone? Instead, there's that cheeky brightness to his eyes, softened by the heated frenzy that's taken a hold of them, that refuses to truly dissipate until those fingers curl around his cock, and he's all but breathless for a moment. ]

Yeah...I'll always be—hnn!—myself...

[ His words filter out finally, almost nothing but air as electrical pleasure runs through him—from the bold movement of Flynn's fingers against his cock, and the way he's been spearing himself relentlessly right on that hard length.

All he can think is through the haze now that it's good. It's so good, Yuri can only continue to chase that quick building of pleasure, faster and faster, his movements as he rides Flynn becoming hurried, impatient, a flush on his face, sweat dripping down his naked body as his breaths escape him almost quicker than he can take in air. ]

[ Flynn barely has the breath for a soft laugh, but there's something so warm about that declaration. Like a promise. Yuri isn't unchanging. Flynn's seen it himself over the years, the bright idealism Yuri burned with when they entered the knights tempering into the steadier certainty as they grew older, like a guiding star. Even though Flynn knows, better than anyone, that Yuri has his own moments of self-doubt just as much Flynn does. But he's still and always himself.

He has to bite down on his lower lip and close his eyes for a moment, the sight of Yuri moving above him entirely too much combined with the emotions already flooding through him at that burst of sentimentality. He shudders beneath Yuri, already taut with the effort of self-restraint, his hand moving unevenly now as he strokes Yuri's cock faster in turn. He can't let go before Yuri does — he promised he'd take care of Yuri, but Yuri is so tight and hot around him, each relentless movement pulling a noise like a whine out of Flynn now as he rocks up into him desperately. ]

Yuri, hurry—

Closed Starters for Yuri Lowell [ Feb - March ]

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