Using the door was for squares apparently for Yuri. He never liked walking inside Zaphias castle like a normal person when it came to these visits. Probably because many of the knights still treated him with disdain and were looking for a reason to throw him in prison. And with sunset about to break, now was the perfect time to give his lover a little scare as the guards were changing shifts.
He scaled up the castle like it was nothing, knowing all the blind spots and paths leading to Flynn’s room. Hard to believe they brought their relationship to the next level, he still felt like he was in a dream ever since his boyfriend confessed to him many weeks ago. And even still they hadn’t made their relationship official to anyone but Repede. Partly due to their busy lives and partly they were still working out the kinks of their relationship. Which is why Yuri decided to drop in, as him and Flynn hadn’t had a moment to themselves in almost a week and he had some needs to satisfy.
By pure luck, Flynn was situated next to his window, a feather pen pressed against the paper and his eyes focused on the documents. Yuri hoisted himself up onto the windowsill and dived forward to give Flynn a kiss on his dry lips.
Letters flooded Flynn’s quarters at a rate too fast for him to promptly address. A steadily growing heap of messages pleading for answers collected to the left side of his desk while the right contained several he’d penned and sealed. Sodia, ever dedicated to their mission as knights, would fetch his replies before day’s end, but Flynn, to his dissatisfaction, had so few to give. The pressure to perform laid heavy upon his shoulders and he could not afford to slow his pace now.
So when a figure, shadowed by the sun at his back, pulled himself through Flynn’s window and kissed him, Flynn couldn’t help but feel ire rise within him. In everyday circumstances, Yuri’s presence was reassuring, welcome, and something Flynn actively desired. Even now, with his quill’s ink bleeding into the paper, Flynn leaned his body to the side, seeking more of Yuri than just his lips. But the people depending on his word seemed to Flynn to hang over him as if to say, ‘Isn’t there something you should be doing?’
Flynn withdrew reluctantly, exhaling a troubled breath. Ink stained his fingertips and pooled upon the paper, ruining the letter and seeping into the table top. Damning his distracted state, Flynn leaned around Yuri to dispose of the parchment in his wastebasket, then tossed an armored arm around the other man’s shoulders.
“You never use the door,” he griped half-heartedly, pressing his forehead against Yuri’s shoulder. His chest vibrated with a surly chuckle. “You don’t even knock. What if I were in the middle of something you shouldn’t see?”
Yuri let out a soft sigh from having Flynn respond to the kiss. Good, he seems into it. He was half expected Flynn to shove him away from taking time out of his precious work. “You know why I don’t like using the door.”
When the question was posed, he just laughed as he did his best to climb into Flynn’s quarters without dirtying the desk in front of him. Then Flynn would really be livid.
“Like what? Do you have anything left to hide from me?” Then his lips formed a grin and he let himself get situated on Flynn’s lap. His rear planted down and one arm steadying himself on the back of the chair. His eyes appeared to have ravenous look and he directed Flynn’s hand around the knot of his obi tied behind his back, Not making things subtle at all at what he was craving. “If you were just touching yourself, I could help you with that.”
Naturally, Flynn’s cheeks turned a delicate red. Leave it to Yuri to mention intimate affairs with the same ease he swung a sword. Though he couldn’t feel the obi through his gauntlet, he fingered the cloth anyway, content with the soft way it slid through his metal-clad digits. Head tilting thoughtfully, Flynn untied the knot behind Yuri and tugged it away until he clutched the entire item in his fist.
“You know I wasn’t! I should throw you out of the castle,” Flynn grumbled, temper showing through his embarrassment. The many letters he had yet to answer demanded his attention, but with Yuri in the way of his duty, the insistent voice inside him hushed, sundered by a much more pressing matter. Scowling weakly, Flynn dropped the obi in their laps and set about removing his gauntlets. They came away easily and fell to the ground with a clatter. Then he set his hands, his fingers flexing the stiffness from his joints, on Yuri’s waist.
He truly had no shame, not a single bit of reluctance holding him back from making bold moves. He shrugged his shoulders when Flynn let the obi fall between them, his top loosening up and dropping down to his elbows. His chest on full display, tight stomach muscles against his pale skin with a few battle scars if one paid close attention to. He was giving Flynn a view that he hoped would put him in the appropriate mood for the occasion, topped up with a prideful smirk of his as he felt Flynn’s hands on his hips.
“That’s no fun at all Sir Commandant. You should at least throw me in a cell. Maybe then you would stop by, visit and have your way with me.” He egged him on. A bit cruel of him to point out about Flynn repeatedly choosing work over him, but he didn’t care.
Making himself more comfortable in his boyfriend’s lap, he took his hand that was guiding Flynn’s own just before and reached over to fiddle with the breastplate of that uniform. He then leaned his top half forward, pressing their foreheads together and saying his next words in a breathy tone.
Flynn involuntarily shuddered. With his heart and his pride in Yuri’s hands, he was too pliable, too susceptible to his boyfriend’s impulses. Didn’t he understand that if he paid the Lower Quarter a visit, he wouldn’t want to leave? Everything seemed to pale in comparison to a one bed flat with Yuri. Or maybe that was just his eagerness talking. Didn’t he have a world to change? Yes, but… Well… Later.
Breathing an agitated sigh, Flynn ducked his head and grabbed the backs of Yuri’s thighs, grunting, “You talk too much. Hold onto me.” Once he was secured, Flynn stood, shoving his chair behind them with one swift kick. It fell, knocking against the stone with the force of Flynn’s impatience. Satisfied, he dropped Yuri’s rear on the spacious desk, heedless of the stack of letters and books disturbed in their wake. While he worked quickly to rid himself of his pauldrons, he leaned forward, eagerly intent on capturing Yuri’s lips.
Yuri silently nodded in full agreement, his arms reaching over to bind themselves around Flynn, clutching tightly. The desk is hard and he is wary of having his body planted so close to the open window. But he trusts Flynn to keep himself from falling out and taking a nice drop.
“Careful.” His only word of warning before his lips are occupied with Flynn’s. He eagerly accepts the affection, parting his lips quickly so that they can deepen it. Both his legs, still fully clothed, bend themselves behind Flynn’s waist to keep him in place. His hands do their best to dig underneath the armor Flynn wore, wanting to touch the bare skin. “Mmmm..”
Yuri’s lips were a temptation too enticing to deny, and every lot of skin he touched fueled a fire just beginning to burn in Flynn’s body. With a sensual hum uttered from the bottom of his throat, Flynn withdrew from Yuri’s lips to taste the skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He confined his most base earthly instincts to a place previously unreachable, and yet, when he next parted his lips, it was to seize Yuri with a solid, shallow bite. How barbaric, and yet so gratifying for the one biting.
Muttering an apology, Flynn soothed the bite with a gentle kiss. His hands, meanwhile, impatiently dragged down the hem of Yuri’s pants.
When Flynn drew back his lips, Yuri formed his own into a childish pout, wishing he didn’t stop. But his pouting became a shiver as Flynn placed his mouth at arch that formed the base of his neck. He tilted his head to the side, skin stretching tight, allowing easier reach.
Then a moment later he felt teeth down there as Flynn sank his into the skin, a gasp escaped his lips, taken off guard by how rough it was.
“Ugh!”
It made his flesh flush a deep pink and a rush of pleasure going straight inbetween his legs. It was harsh enough to leave behind a mark, showing that he belonged to Flynn. Perhaps not the most wise choice, given that their relationship was still a secret to the rest of the world, but in the heat of the moment such details didn’t cross his mind yet.
As Flynn gave him a soft kiss as an apology, Yuri yanked whatever was left on the top half of Flynn’s outfit out, wanting to see him. The heel of his boot kicking him on the backside of his legs in retaliation. Whenever he’s done with that, at least he does cooperate and lift himself up to get his own pants off.
Vision blocked by the removal of his regalia, Flynn lurched, one knee bending inward with Yuri’s kick. To compensate for his poor balance, he bent forward, catching himself before he bumped either his chin or his head. Although he deserved the blow and likely would have done the same if their positions were reversed, Flynn still shot Yuri a surly look.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he mumbled, palming the other man’s thighs. Years of diligence made them strong, appealing to Flynn’s impulses. He sunk to one knee and tasted Yuri’s skin with both lips and tongue, all while curbing his desire to bite. His kisses wandered without aim, only coming to an end inside Yuri’s thigh when Flynn believed it sufficient.
Licking the corner of his lips with greedy intent, Flynn finally took Yuri in hand. He thumbed his slit once, twice, and then leaned down to envelop the head of Yuri’s cock in his warm, inviting mouth. He was sharp, a flavor Flynn savored by laving his tongue over the hot skin.
Yuri coos when Flynn strokes his inner thighs, spreading himself further without caring that he probably smushed some documents laying around. Like he would give a damn anyway. He responds appropriately when he feels lips and tongue brush up against his tender skin, lewd noises of approval echoing out of the back of his throat.
When Flynn puts his hands on his erection, he shudders, feeling the warm dry skin that was shielded by gauntlets. He braces himself, knowing what’s likely coming, but it still makes his toes curl when Flynn puts his mouth on it. Only him could make Yuri feel so weak.
“Ohh, ohh that hits the spot Flynn.” He calls to him, hands threading through Flynn’s golden locks, keeping him in place while he tends to his needs. No letting go until the deed was done. If that wasn’t enough, if Flynn were to look up he would get a glare in return to not stop.
Flynn indeed cast his eyes up to spy Yuri, a hint of conceit in his glance at the other man’s glower. Yuri’s displeasure with his momentary inattentiveness stroked his ego and pressed him to continue. Let Yuri be annoyed; it wouldn’t be for long. Huffing his amusement between Yuri’s legs, Flynn bent his head and took more of Yuri, albeit slowly and with measured breaths.
Pinching the outside of Yuri’s thigh as if to say, ‘Look what I can do,’ Flynn swallowed and took his boyfriend cock in its entirety until his nose met the dark hairs at the very place. Admittedly, it took a level of endurance Flynn only just obtained, but by the cavalier quirk of his lips, he was notably proud of himself for this feat. He drew back, tongue flat against the underside of Yuri’s prick, and then descended again, moaning lewdly for such a distinguished knight.
Yuri is taken aback at how forward Flynn is with his movements, deep and unrelenting. He knew Flynn could be brash but taking him in all at once left him breathless and gasping as he felt the hot moist mouth near completely cover his member.
Its taken even further as Flynn starts to bob slowly back and forth, raw sounds vibrating against him. Yuri grasps tightly on the golden strands, threatening to nearly rip them out of their scalp and moans loudly. Not a care in the world at who might be able to hear them close by. He follows this up with trying to rock his hips forward, thrusting into Flynn mouth with vigor.
Flynn could not help wincing at the sharp stinging in his scalp. The hurt blurred with the thrill of giving Yuri pleasure, inciting Flynn’s own desires. One hand left Yuri’s leg to glide down and press a futile hand against the plate mail against his pelvis. It brought no delight, only frustration that he would not yet find his own satisfaction. Mindful of the flesh in his mouth but not of his bothered expression, Flynn growled and bobbed his head, relentless in his pursuit of Yuri’s release.
Yuri had sealed his eyes shut to focus more on receiving the pleasure, unaware that he may end up leaving marks on Flynn’s head from his nails. He encouraged Flynn to up the speed and tempo of the way his mouth moved by his jittering words. “Nnn, almost-!”
Without a doubt, it was only Flynn who could make him feel weak so quickly, whether it be losing to him or being sucked off. After another minute or so of their routine, he cries out Flynn’s name and comes hard inside him.
Fire flashed up Flynn’s spine in a shiver, Yuri’s euphoria delighting him in a way only Yuri could. Suddenly, the ache in his scalp didn’t seem so painful, while the yearning throb between his legs only sharpened. Flynn let both his jaw and throat go lax in his determination to swallow everything, but some of Yuri’s essence escaped him, spread along the man’s length by Flynn’s wet lips and tongue. When Yuri’s orgasm subsided, Flynn finally withdrew his flushed face from Yuri’s groin, arrogantly half-chuckling against his better judgment.
“Please tell me I haven’t gone bald,” he grumbled, resting his hot forehead against Yuri’s leg. “If things carry on like this… I’m not a vain man, but a shaved head doesn't suit me.”
Yuri laughs when Flynn suggests the notion, feeling so relaxed from getting his release. There are strands of blonde hair remaining on his fingers from him digging into Flynn’s scalp, but no serious damage remained. “Heh, you want me to call a wig shop then?” He teased, smoothing out Flynn’s hair on top in apology.
He then slides off the desk, pants still undone and exposing himself. Daringly, he moves one hand to rub the crotch area of Flynn if he is able to, feeling how tight it was even with his thick clothing in the way. “Want me to repay the favor?”
A wig shop. Imagine the great Flynn Scifo, reliant on a wig for his self-esteem. The thought brought a tired smile to his face. He just shook his head, silently declining Yuri’s joking offer. Though his jaw ached with his previous exertion, he couldn’t deny the desire still thrumming in his limbs, spurring him to shed the armor and cloth that covered his legs.
“I wouldn’t decline you even for the Emperor,” Flynn answered honestly, discarding his legguards carelessly to the side. If he weren’t so aroused, he would be embarrassed by his nudity, but his cock stands at attention, tortured by its previous constraints. He reached for Yuri, pulling toward his bed, saying, “But let’s take comfort into consideration.”
As he was instructed, Yuri followed Flynn to his bed, taking the opportunity to splay himself onto the soft bed, looking particularly invited the way he deliberately posed against the sheets. He was going to do everything he could to turn Flynn on and help out his needs in return for the favor.
“I’m glad.” He patted on the surface of the bed comforter, suggesting Flynn to join in if he hasn’t. “Now, how do you want me?” Yuri was up for anything, getting fucked, fucking Flynn until he climaxed, sucking him off like he just got, rubbing his thick erection against him. He was a flexible one and wished to repay the favor.
How did he want him? Inhaling with his thoughts, Flynn considered the many options before him. If he were more honest about his baser ideas, he would admit he loved having Yuri in his lap, riding him while Yuri's hair cascaded around them like a curtain. But today, Flynn felt emboldened to take not only the lead but also control.
"How about," Flynn said, fetching a glass vial from the dresser opposite the bed, "You stay the way you are?" He returned to his bed then, climbing over the foot of it to kneel by Yuri's thighs. The vial's lid came off with a pop. "I want to see your face."
Yuri grinned, he could agree with that choice. He too wished to see Flynn’s face as he came inside his hot flesh walls. His legs parted, spreading eagle so Flynn would have easy access to prepare him. All while Yuri kept an eye on him, wondering vaguely about how long he would be permitted to stay and rest with his lover.
“Sounds nice.“ His next words low and breathy, aiming for a tone that would make Flynn feel more hot and bothered. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”
Although Flynn did not wince visibly, he jumped internally, his introspection wordless and carnal. He shouldn't engage in such speech, and yet Flynn drew himself close to Yuri, saying, "Keep talking like that and I'll rush things." Yet he tipped a considerable amount of the vial's contents over his fingers, moved two together to test its slipperiness, then positioned one finger to enter Yuri.
Yuri shivered when Flynn pressed one finger against him, coating him with the lubricant to slick his entrance up. He was ready, all the more eager after having past encounters cut short by Flynn’s very busy schedule and interruptions. “Don’t worry, I’m used to the roughness.” He ignores the times he felt sore afterwards, but watched Flynn carefully on the bed for his next move.
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He scaled up the castle like it was nothing, knowing all the blind spots and paths leading to Flynn’s room. Hard to believe they brought their relationship to the next level, he still felt like he was in a dream ever since his boyfriend confessed to him many weeks ago. And even still they hadn’t made their relationship official to anyone but Repede. Partly due to their busy lives and partly they were still working out the kinks of their relationship. Which is why Yuri decided to drop in, as him and Flynn hadn’t had a moment to themselves in almost a week and he had some needs to satisfy.
By pure luck, Flynn was situated next to his window, a feather pen pressed against the paper and his eyes focused on the documents. Yuri hoisted himself up onto the windowsill and dived forward to give Flynn a kiss on his dry lips.
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So when a figure, shadowed by the sun at his back, pulled himself through Flynn’s window and kissed him, Flynn couldn’t help but feel ire rise within him. In everyday circumstances, Yuri’s presence was reassuring, welcome, and something Flynn actively desired. Even now, with his quill’s ink bleeding into the paper, Flynn leaned his body to the side, seeking more of Yuri than just his lips. But the people depending on his word seemed to Flynn to hang over him as if to say, ‘Isn’t there something you should be doing?’
Flynn withdrew reluctantly, exhaling a troubled breath. Ink stained his fingertips and pooled upon the paper, ruining the letter and seeping into the table top. Damning his distracted state, Flynn leaned around Yuri to dispose of the parchment in his wastebasket, then tossed an armored arm around the other man’s shoulders.
“You never use the door,” he griped half-heartedly, pressing his forehead against Yuri’s shoulder. His chest vibrated with a surly chuckle. “You don’t even knock. What if I were in the middle of something you shouldn’t see?”
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When the question was posed, he just laughed as he did his best to climb into Flynn’s quarters without dirtying the desk in front of him. Then Flynn would really be livid.
“Like what? Do you have anything left to hide from me?” Then his lips formed a grin and he let himself get situated on Flynn’s lap. His rear planted down and one arm steadying himself on the back of the chair. His eyes appeared to have ravenous look and he directed Flynn’s hand around the knot of his obi tied behind his back, Not making things subtle at all at what he was craving. “If you were just touching yourself, I could help you with that.”
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“You know I wasn’t! I should throw you out of the castle,” Flynn grumbled, temper showing through his embarrassment. The many letters he had yet to answer demanded his attention, but with Yuri in the way of his duty, the insistent voice inside him hushed, sundered by a much more pressing matter. Scowling weakly, Flynn dropped the obi in their laps and set about removing his gauntlets. They came away easily and fell to the ground with a clatter. Then he set his hands, his fingers flexing the stiffness from his joints, on Yuri’s waist.
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“That’s no fun at all Sir Commandant. You should at least throw me in a cell. Maybe then you would stop by, visit and have your way with me.” He egged him on. A bit cruel of him to point out about Flynn repeatedly choosing work over him, but he didn’t care.
Making himself more comfortable in his boyfriend’s lap, he took his hand that was guiding Flynn’s own just before and reached over to fiddle with the breastplate of that uniform. He then leaned his top half forward, pressing their foreheads together and saying his next words in a breathy tone.
“I want you.”
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Breathing an agitated sigh, Flynn ducked his head and grabbed the backs of Yuri’s thighs, grunting, “You talk too much. Hold onto me.” Once he was secured, Flynn stood, shoving his chair behind them with one swift kick. It fell, knocking against the stone with the force of Flynn’s impatience. Satisfied, he dropped Yuri’s rear on the spacious desk, heedless of the stack of letters and books disturbed in their wake. While he worked quickly to rid himself of his pauldrons, he leaned forward, eagerly intent on capturing Yuri’s lips.
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“Careful.” His only word of warning before his lips are occupied with Flynn’s. He eagerly accepts the affection, parting his lips quickly so that they can deepen it. Both his legs, still fully clothed, bend themselves behind Flynn’s waist to keep him in place. His hands do their best to dig underneath the armor Flynn wore, wanting to touch the bare skin. “Mmmm..”
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Muttering an apology, Flynn soothed the bite with a gentle kiss. His hands, meanwhile, impatiently dragged down the hem of Yuri’s pants.
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Then a moment later he felt teeth down there as Flynn sank his into the skin, a gasp escaped his lips, taken off guard by how rough it was.
“Ugh!”
It made his flesh flush a deep pink and a rush of pleasure going straight inbetween his legs. It was harsh enough to leave behind a mark, showing that he belonged to Flynn. Perhaps not the most wise choice, given that their relationship was still a secret to the rest of the world, but in the heat of the moment such details didn’t cross his mind yet.
As Flynn gave him a soft kiss as an apology, Yuri yanked whatever was left on the top half of Flynn’s outfit out, wanting to see him. The heel of his boot kicking him on the backside of his legs in retaliation. Whenever he’s done with that, at least he does cooperate and lift himself up to get his own pants off.
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“I’ll make it up to you,” he mumbled, palming the other man’s thighs. Years of diligence made them strong, appealing to Flynn’s impulses. He sunk to one knee and tasted Yuri’s skin with both lips and tongue, all while curbing his desire to bite. His kisses wandered without aim, only coming to an end inside Yuri’s thigh when Flynn believed it sufficient.
Licking the corner of his lips with greedy intent, Flynn finally took Yuri in hand. He thumbed his slit once, twice, and then leaned down to envelop the head of Yuri’s cock in his warm, inviting mouth. He was sharp, a flavor Flynn savored by laving his tongue over the hot skin.
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When Flynn puts his hands on his erection, he shudders, feeling the warm dry skin that was shielded by gauntlets. He braces himself, knowing what’s likely coming, but it still makes his toes curl when Flynn puts his mouth on it. Only him could make Yuri feel so weak.
“Ohh, ohh that hits the spot Flynn.” He calls to him, hands threading through Flynn’s golden locks, keeping him in place while he tends to his needs. No letting go until the deed was done. If that wasn’t enough, if Flynn were to look up he would get a glare in return to not stop.
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Pinching the outside of Yuri’s thigh as if to say, ‘Look what I can do,’ Flynn swallowed and took his boyfriend cock in its entirety until his nose met the dark hairs at the very place. Admittedly, it took a level of endurance Flynn only just obtained, but by the cavalier quirk of his lips, he was notably proud of himself for this feat. He drew back, tongue flat against the underside of Yuri’s prick, and then descended again, moaning lewdly for such a distinguished knight.
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Its taken even further as Flynn starts to bob slowly back and forth, raw sounds vibrating against him. Yuri grasps tightly on the golden strands, threatening to nearly rip them out of their scalp and moans loudly. Not a care in the world at who might be able to hear them close by. He follows this up with trying to rock his hips forward, thrusting into Flynn mouth with vigor.
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Without a doubt, it was only Flynn who could make him feel weak so quickly, whether it be losing to him or being sucked off. After another minute or so of their routine, he cries out Flynn’s name and comes hard inside him.
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“Please tell me I haven’t gone bald,” he grumbled, resting his hot forehead against Yuri’s leg. “If things carry on like this… I’m not a vain man, but a shaved head doesn't suit me.”
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He then slides off the desk, pants still undone and exposing himself. Daringly, he moves one hand to rub the crotch area of Flynn if he is able to, feeling how tight it was even with his thick clothing in the way. “Want me to repay the favor?”
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“I wouldn’t decline you even for the Emperor,” Flynn answered honestly, discarding his legguards carelessly to the side. If he weren’t so aroused, he would be embarrassed by his nudity, but his cock stands at attention, tortured by its previous constraints. He reached for Yuri, pulling toward his bed, saying, “But let’s take comfort into consideration.”
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“I’m glad.” He patted on the surface of the bed comforter, suggesting Flynn to join in if he hasn’t. “Now, how do you want me?” Yuri was up for anything, getting fucked, fucking Flynn until he climaxed, sucking him off like he just got, rubbing his thick erection against him. He was a flexible one and wished to repay the favor.
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"How about," Flynn said, fetching a glass vial from the dresser opposite the bed, "You stay the way you are?" He returned to his bed then, climbing over the foot of it to kneel by Yuri's thighs. The vial's lid came off with a pop. "I want to see your face."
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“Sounds nice.“ His next words low and breathy, aiming for a tone that would make Flynn feel more hot and bothered. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”
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