Closed Starters for Yuri Lowell [ Feb - March ]

[hesperos]

✨Who: Yuri Lowell and company.
✨What: Dating, other potential misc. stuff that may be coming up.
✨When: Various points in time.
✨Where: Varies.
✨Warnings: Probably some misbehavin'. Some NSFW.

🍂 fall things

judith, flynn

❄️ winter event
the trio talk

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[hesperos]

[ 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. ]

[knightunerring]

[ 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—

[hesperos]

[ 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. ]

[knightunerring]

[ 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. ]

[hesperos]

[ 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. ]