[ Well that sure was a string of texts. That was a string of texts that he got that had highs and lows and he isn't really sure what's going on here, but he's torn between concern and curiosity ]
ok we can talk ill be home soon can it wait a few minutes? some stuff is coming out of the oven
Yes it can wait I don't think it will be changing any time soon I'm trying though It's really not so much a talk as that I need to show you something and I might need help With it
[ concerned, curious. He finishes up his baking and leaves the cakes to cool. He can come back later, or someone else can take over for him.
Transforming into a panther, he books it home because he has a desperate need to know what's happening here. It's probably not about him, Flynn was pretty specific to not make it about him.
He transforms again as he gets to the house, and leaps through the window as a house cat ]
Flynn isn't in the bedroom, either: Yuri can find him in their tiled bathroom, sitting in a sort of miserable lump of fur as a dog with his head pillowed on his paws. He bolts up in a skitter of claws when Yuri finally enters, his ears up, his tail wagging dutifully, the way he can't seem to help when Yuri is here.
He should shift back, to show Yuri what the problem is, but he can't seem to make himself. It'sâ it's tooâ what if Yuri sees it and laughs, or thinks it's hideous, or, what if he likes it? What does Flynn do with that? ]
[ Flynn finishes the words with a high little whine he doesn't mean to let out, pressing his snout into Yuri's handâoh, Goddess, he may as well just... This is pathetic, Scifo. Get it together. ]
I thought shifting back and forth would help, but something seems to have, um. Well. How aboutâplease don't laugh.
[ He huffs into Yuri's palm and steps back just enough to shift, ending up naked (which obviously means he started naked) on his knees on the tile, flushed pink to the edges of his cheeks. ]
[ He assures Flynn as best he can. How flushed Flynn is is kind of funny, but it's mostly cute, and for a long moment, Yuri doesn't really see anything wrong with him ]
[ Is it weirder to say it, or to show him? Goddess. Flynn shifts, his eyes darting away, to the window, and then back to Yuri. ]
Um, well.
[ ...fine. He shifts his knees open, stands up on them so Yuri can see all of him. It is kind of hard to see at firstâthere's not much that's differentâbut he is... shaped... differently, now. Bigger, a little thicker. ]
[ By now, he's decently familiar with Flynn's dick. Decently aware of its shape, its size, how it looks when he's hard, and not. It is different. It reminds him of how Flynn looked when he was a wolf but-- not quite as big as that.
[ Flynn's mouth drops. He gapes at Yuri for a secondâhe must look like a fool, reallyâbefore snapping his mouth shut, disbelief and embarrassment and something else curdling. ]
Yes, it's a problem! Myâ
[ A strangled noise. Flynn whines again, his ears pressing down flat, and then snaps all at once, strained, ] Yuri my dick is different how is that not a problem!
[ What's that weird high-pitched sound? Flynn's ears go back even further until he realizes it's coming from him, a high distressed whine he didn't know he could actually do as a person until he clamps down on it to make it stop.
It's made worse by the fact that Yuri looking at him makes him feel a little seen and a little hot and his new weird dick prickles in interest and maybe Flynn should just find a hole to bury himself in?
He presses a hand over himself, staring balefully at Yuri. ]
I've already tried changing. I turned into a dog, and a wolfâthat was newâand then back but it stayed just the, just like... like this.
I dunno. Not having human ears anymore is pretty weird.
[ It's something he tries not to think about all that much. But Flynn is clearly distressed, so Yuri stops pushing. He leans back against the wall, watching him instead ]
So, what d'you want to do? Could ask around, or find a book or something. Or... [ Yuri is into it, is the thing. Really into it. He licks his lips. ]
Or, you get used to it. Most guys would kill for a dick that big.
[ And, fuck. Yuri doesn't mind it one bit. He imagines getting on his knees, taking Flynn's cock into his mouth as best he can, letting Flynn fuck him, letting him enjoy that massive cock.
He remembers what it was like, with Flynn as a wolf. It was wild, it was intense, it was so, so good. His breath stutters a little, even if his expression stays neutral ]
[ Flynn shouldn't sound so deflated about it, probably. He also shouldn't be so flushed, but Yuri keeps looking at him, and Flynn gets a little flare of heat every time he meets Yuri's eyes.
[ He's not exactly a size queen, but he also isn't not a size queen. And Flynn looks good. Really good, with the flush down his chest, the dusting of blonde hair on his stomach and thighs ]
I'd like you even if you had the weirdest dick in the world, Flynn.
[ Yuri snickers and pushes off the wall to press into Flynn's space. His breath ghosts over Flynn's cheek, hands sliding down his arms, over his hips ]
Oh, what is Flynn supposed to do, with Yuri crowding up against him like this? What can he do with Yuri's hands skimming along his bare skin except press closer, goosebumps prickling in the wake of fingers? He lets out a shaky breath, searching Yuri's face. Flynn doesn't know what he was expecting, really. For Yuri to laugh at him? For Yuri to say oh, yeah, same thing happened to me, here's how to fix it?
Nowhere in the realm of possibility was Yuri likes it and even less maybe he's into it but here Yuri is, grinning and close and so gorgeous. All Flynn can do is sway into him, push his lips against Yuri's cheek, close to the curve of his mouth. ]
Maybe I don't want to have to keep testing whether you like something when it happens to me. Maybe she's listening to you too much already.
What, so you're saying you're made for me? [ Even just saying it gives him a thrill down his spine, into his gut. He grips Flynn's hips, pressing closer still, his breath spilling over Flynn's throat ]
[ His words are barely above a breath, and they sent a matching little jolt of heat to pool molten in his belly: he is for Yuri, made better for him, made into what he wants.
Flynn bites down on his own lip, meeting Yuri's eyes. ]
[ Fuck. Fuck. He can feel, through Flynn's gaze, that Flynn means every word. The honesty surges through him, making him feel--something. He doesn't know what, really, but it's intense and hot and he kisses Flynn furiously ]
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ok we can talk
ill be home soon
can it wait a few minutes? some stuff is coming out of the oven
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I don't think it will be changing any time soon
I'm trying though
It's really not so much a talk as that I need to show you something and I might need help
With it
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[ concerned, curious. He finishes up his baking and leaves the cakes to cool. He can come back later, or someone else can take over for him.
Transforming into a panther, he books it home because he has a desperate need to know what's happening here. It's probably not about him, Flynn was pretty specific to not make it about him.
He transforms again as he gets to the house, and leaps through the window as a house cat ]
Flynn?
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Flynn isn't in the bedroom, either: Yuri can find him in their tiled bathroom, sitting in a sort of miserable lump of fur as a dog with his head pillowed on his paws. He bolts up in a skitter of claws when Yuri finally enters, his ears up, his tail wagging dutifully, the way he can't seem to help when Yuri is here.
He should shift back, to show Yuri what the problem is, but he can't seem to make himself. It'sâ it's tooâ what if Yuri sees it and laughs, or thinks it's hideous, or, what if he likes it? What does Flynn do with that? ]
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Are you stuck as a dog again? C'mon, that's not too embarrassing. I rescued a guy who turned into a bunny from under a hat the other week.
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[ Flynn finishes the words with a high little whine he doesn't mean to let out, pressing his snout into Yuri's handâoh, Goddess, he may as well just... This is pathetic, Scifo. Get it together. ]
I thought shifting back and forth would help, but something seems to have, um. Well. How aboutâplease don't laugh.
[ He huffs into Yuri's palm and steps back just enough to shift, ending up naked (which obviously means he started naked) on his knees on the tile, flushed pink to the edges of his cheeks. ]
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[ He assures Flynn as best he can. How flushed Flynn is is kind of funny, but it's mostly cute, and for a long moment, Yuri doesn't really see anything wrong with him ]
You look fine to me? What's going on?
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[ Is it weirder to say it, or to show him? Goddess. Flynn shifts, his eyes darting away, to the window, and then back to Yuri. ]
Um, well.
[ ...fine. He shifts his knees open, stands up on them so Yuri can see all of him. It is kind of hard to see at firstâthere's not much that's differentâbut he is... shaped... differently, now. Bigger, a little thicker. ]
I noticed it when I was trying to shower.
cw: dicks
Oh.
[ By now, he's decently familiar with Flynn's dick. Decently aware of its shape, its size, how it looks when he's hard, and not. It is different. It reminds him of how Flynn looked when he was a wolf but-- not quite as big as that.
Yuri's mouth has gone oddly dry. ]
And this is a problem..?
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Yes, it's a problem! Myâ
[ A strangled noise. Flynn whines again, his ears pressing down flat, and then snaps all at once, strained, ] Yuri my dick is different how is that not a problem!
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[ Don't mind him, ah, peering a little closer ]
I knew some people got weird dicks outta their changes...
[ He was a little curious, but not that curious. Except now. He looks back up at Flynn's face. ]
If you're really mad about it, we can find a way to change it back. It wasn't like this when you became a familiar.
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[ What's that weird high-pitched sound? Flynn's ears go back even further until he realizes it's coming from him, a high distressed whine he didn't know he could actually do as a person until he clamps down on it to make it stop.
It's made worse by the fact that Yuri looking at him makes him feel a little seen and a little hot and his new weird dick prickles in interest and maybe Flynn should just find a hole to bury himself in?
He presses a hand over himself, staring balefully at Yuri. ]
I've already tried changing. I turned into a dog, and a wolfâthat was newâand then back but it stayed just the, just like... like this.
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[ It's something he tries not to think about all that much. But Flynn is clearly distressed, so Yuri stops pushing. He leans back against the wall, watching him instead ]
So, what d'you want to do? Could ask around, or find a book or something. Or... [ Yuri is into it, is the thing. Really into it. He licks his lips. ]
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...or?
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[ And, fuck. Yuri doesn't mind it one bit. He imagines getting on his knees, taking Flynn's cock into his mouth as best he can, letting Flynn fuck him, letting him enjoy that massive cock.
He remembers what it was like, with Flynn as a wolf. It was wild, it was intense, it was so, so good. His breath stutters a little, even if his expression stays neutral ]
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[ Flynn shouldn't sound so deflated about it, probably. He also shouldn't be so flushed, but Yuri keeps looking at him, and Flynn gets a little flare of heat every time he meets Yuri's eyes.
Careful, slow, he starts, ] Yuri, do... you mind?
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[ He's not exactly a size queen, but he also isn't not a size queen. And Flynn looks good. Really good, with the flush down his chest, the dusting of blonde hair on his stomach and thighs ]
I'd like you even if you had the weirdest dick in the world, Flynn.
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Yuri! Don't tempt her by saying things like that! This one is weird enough!
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Maybe she could do with some original ideas.
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Oh, what is Flynn supposed to do, with Yuri crowding up against him like this? What can he do with Yuri's hands skimming along his bare skin except press closer, goosebumps prickling in the wake of fingers? He lets out a shaky breath, searching Yuri's face. Flynn doesn't know what he was expecting, really. For Yuri to laugh at him? For Yuri to say oh, yeah, same thing happened to me, here's how to fix it?
Nowhere in the realm of possibility was Yuri likes it and even less maybe he's into it but here Yuri is, grinning and close and so gorgeous. All Flynn can do is sway into him, push his lips against Yuri's cheek, close to the curve of his mouth. ]
Maybe I don't want to have to keep testing whether you like something when it happens to me. Maybe she's listening to you too much already.
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[ His words are barely above a breath, and they sent a matching little jolt of heat to pool molten in his belly: he is for Yuri, made better for him, made into what he wants.
Flynn bites down on his own lip, meeting Yuri's eyes. ]
And I'm certainly yours.
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