The pounding in his head was threatening to split his skull when he woke up to the painful sliver of early sunlight the next morning, which was odd because Yuri tended to not get hung-over much. Wait, that isn't my head... He groaned and rolled out of bed as whoever it was continued to try and pound his door into kindling, "I'm up, I'm up! Coming." Just because he didn't suffer some of the more debilitating effects of a hang-over didn't mean he was happy to be woken at the ass-crack of dawn after a late night of drinking. If this was one of those pathetic knights, come to arrest him for holding his liquor better than them, he was going to give them something to arrest him for. He pulled open the door with more force than necessary, "Wha- Flynn?"
"Yuri." He told his pounding heart to calm the fuck down, because just because Flynn was here didn't mean he remembered anything: Flynn was always at his place first thing in the morning. He was probably going to ask what happened last night after he blacked out.
"Any particular reason you felt the need to try and turn my door to fire wood at 'way too early' in the morning?"
"About last night..." Flynn sheepish; well, that could be equally from embarrassment at being black-out drunk... again.
Yuri leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, "What about last night?"
Flynn was silent long enough that Yuri honestly thought he wasn't going to say anything at all, and the shifty, looking away from him thing was new, too. Then the blonde seemed to have made up his mind and gave Yuri the full brunt of that intense stare of his, "May I come in?"
Like Yuri had ever denied Flynn entrance to his home ever. This was already starting off bad. He straightened up and stepped back, "Help yourself."
He closed the door behind the blonde and waited for him to get to the point of this little visit, "I don't know what I was thinking last night. The alcohol must have impaired my senses."
That didn't sound good... "Oh? About what?"
Flynn reached out and moved a lock of Yuri's hair, holding it up to the dawn light, "You're not just pretty, but beautiful."
Yuri was certain he looked gobsmacked before glancing away, "You realize you're using feminine words for me, right?"
"Would you prefer handsome?"
Yuri snorted, "Idiot, I prefer you."
Flynn smiled, "Does your offer still stand?"
Okay, so maybe he is for the exact reason I was hoping... He smirked, "Dunno... Think your aim is better this morning?"
And suddenly there was no space between them as Flynn pushed him up against the closed door, "Let's find out."
Yuri snaked his arm up around the blonde's neck to pull him closer, "Let's."