[ 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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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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