[ 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 wolf—that was new—and 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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[ 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 wolf—that was new—and 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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