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Outfit – Yuri's hot springs outfit
Cleaning Days
Flynn liked to visit the Vesperia guild house on cleaning days.
Yuri would wear a pair of bright yellow pants that seemed as if they ought to slip right off; if the drawstring was just a little bit looser... but the pants clung to Yuri's hips instead, seeming to taunt Flynn whenever he stared. Yuri typically paired the pants with a very loose white tank top with a blue emblem on it; the strips of fabric that held up the shirt would often slide down Yuri's shoulders in a most distracting manner... at least in Flynn's opinion. He would also tie his hair back with a bandana or pull it up into a Rhygbaro tail. Flynn particularly liked it when Yuri's hair was up... there was just something enticing about being able to see the back of Yuri's neck.
It was a very little known fact that Yuri's neck was particularly sensitive to touch. Flynn made use of that knowledge whenever he could get away with it... which was fairly often.
On cleaning days, though, Flynn would join in with the others – above Karol's protests and that he and Lady Estellise were guests and shouldn't have to do any work – and they'd all have fun: laughing, joking, and scouring places where the dust was getting particularly thick. They'd air out closets and make piles in the front room – closed sign in place and front door locked, just in case someone didn't get the hint – for things to throw away or donate. As the day would wind down, though, they'd each disappear into their own rooms. Lady Estellise would follow Rita and Flynn would follow Yuri.
Ostensibly, they were supposed to be cleaning out the bedrooms, but...
Flynn liked to come up behind Yuri and slide his arms loosely around Yuri's hips. He'd press a kiss against a shoulder bared by a strap that had fallen to the side – or perhaps been lightly brushed out of his way – and drink in the smell of Yuri.
"Mmmm..." Yuri would always press back into the touch, tilting his head to the side to offer better access. "I thought we were supposed to be working."
"Break time." Flynn never liked to waste a chance to hear the sounds Yuri only made when certain places were kissed and licked and overloaded with attention. So, tightening his grip on Yuri's waist and sliding his other hand under Yuri's shirt to splay across his chest, Flynn moved his lips to the spot on Yuri's neck – just behind Yuri's ear and beneath his hair – that he knew would elicit some of those delicious sounds...
"Unnnnnnh..." Yuri's gasps were addictive and the noises that followed as Flynn teased always went straight to his cock. The whimpers and growls started when Yuri had enough teasing... at least at that spot anyway.
They'd edge into the bed, Flynn taking his time in stripping off Yuri's clothes. He'd make sure to go over every single place on Yuri's body he knew of that would generate noisy, needy pleasure. Though Flynn was always on the lookout for new nuances and overlooked places where he could surprise Yuri with unexpected bursts of heat and arousal.
Yuri always made it clear that he loved Flynn's thoroughness, but sometimes it went to slowly and Yuri would start trying to shove down Flynn's own pants – Flynn didn't always notice being divested of his shirt, too wrapped up in Yuri to care that the fabric would wind up on the floor somewhere, but it was hard not to notice when hands started messing with the cloth over his crotch – and Flynn would revel in the sound of otherwise uncharacteristic pleading.
"Oh... oh god, Flynn, please. Want you inside me so bad... Flynn... Flynn..."
Only he got to see Yuri so unwound and beautiful. Only Flynn got to see him covered in sweat, laid out on the bed, his hair halo-ed around him, his mouth opened to pant for breath, hands twisting in the sheets or scraping his fingernails down Flynn's back as he fell apart into a needy, desperate mess...
Flynn could never deny Yuri when he got like this. Though it certainly helped that they both wanted the same thing at that point.
Still, he'd continue to take his time, slicking up his fingers and sliding them inside of Yuri. That was when Yuri would really get noisy, rocking against Flynn's fingers and begging for more. But Flynn's favorite sound was the quiet little 'oh' that he'd make when Flynn was finally inside him all the way. They'd freeze for a moment, face to face, wrapped up in the feeling of being connected.
Then Flynn would move and Yuri's hips would rise and fall in rhythm with his own, snapping upward to draw Flynn in deeper, harder, at just that right angle that...
"Ah! Ahn! Flynn!" Yuri's voice would hit a pitch a little higher than usual. More than anything, Yuri's voice gave away how close he was to completion.
Flynn would be just as desperate at the point, peppering Yuri's face and neck and mouth with kisses in between moaning Yuri's name over and over.
In the stillness afterwards, Flynn would reach over to grab something to clean them up with. Yuri's shirt, more often than not, would wind up moping away sweat and cum. Somehow, Yuri always managed to get it clean, but... Flynn would always remember how dirty it was the last time he'd seen it.
That was another reason he liked seeing Yuri wear the shirt on cleaning days. It reminded him of how they'd messed that shirt up the last time he'd seen Yuri wear it... and want nothing more than to drag Yuri away from everyone else in order to do it all over again.
Really, it was a wonder Flynn always managed to wait at all.