crescentview | Closed Starters for Yuri Lowell [ Feb

[ 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—

[ Even like this, due to those words, he can never say that he was acting as anything or anyone else—no matter what is driving him to this point.

Thoughts continue to seem too far away from Yuri now, unable to be grasped properly when they're both like this—him in this position, taking whatever he can from the other man. And already so sensitive, entrapped within such a heated moment, with him only consistently and unrepentantly hurling towards the precipice, there's not a single bit of resistance towards that direction.

The hand that's stroking him faster pulling forth more sparks of undeniable, irresistible pleasure which unearth more sounds—louder moans, sharper gasps, a more heavy haze settling into his dark eyes. ]

N-now who's the one that's impatient—!

[ Hardly thinking, the words slip out. But right after, his mind finally seems to blank when it feels that this has all been enough to reach completion—and from his lips tears a loud sound of Flynn's name, with no shame, spilling all over the blond's hand, clenching tightly as he comes down hard. ]

[ Flynn lets out a breathless amused huff — the answer is Yuri, of course. Always Yuri. Flynn's always been the steady one, the immovable, the one left behind by Yuri's impulses and Yuri's drive and Yuri's reckless abandon to throw himself into things regardless of the consequences...

Flynn can't even keep hold of his own thoughts like this. Everything is flooded with pleasure, the intoxication of seeing that heated look in Yuri's dark eyes. His free hand slides to Yuri's hip, his fingertips pressing hard as he holds Yuri tight, his hips jerking up frantically. It's his name in Yuri's ragged voice that does it; it's too much, it's all too much, and Flynn closes his eyes tightly as climax crashes over him like a wave. ]

Yuri. Yuri!

[ Later — very soon, later — it will occur to Flynn to worry about just how thin the walls here are. But for now he couldn't possibly hold back. He makes a muffled groan and reaches up to try to drag Yuri down into a closer snuggle even as he's still shuddering under him. ]

[ Oh, for sure. Between the two of them, Flynn's always been the more composed—by far—even if Yuri would tout himself as someone who has no intention of getting hotheaded and too into a situation, his lack of impulse control already ensures he has no barriers towards barreling into one, no matter how normally affable he is.

But this time, Yuri's witness to Flynn losing those reigns of control he has held onto so tightly, so fiercely, for so long—encumbered by nothing, and lost to his desire so much that he doesn't mind the grip he has on Yuri. Even in the throes of his own passion, he's not blind to this.

And then just like that, Flynn loses himself completely. It's wonderful, even as he's certain he's going to need to be thorough in cleaning up but...eh, worries for later—and why he easily allows himself to be dragged down for a snuggle, despite there being the aftershocks of it all. ]

Heh...I guess I don't need to ask 'how was it', huh?

[ Shifting into a more comfortable position, squirming a little so that he ensures he's out of the blond, and more lying on his side so he's more perfectly in place for an embrace, Yuri is clearly not adverse to pillow-talk. ]

Closed Starters for Yuri Lowell [ Feb - March ]

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