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 ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
[ 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.
no subject