Disclaimer – I feel redundant at this point... er... you know what goes here, okay?
Item – Rita's cat ears again (because I think that one skit is hilarious)
Meow
The day was finally over.
Meetings all morning and one big meeting all afternoon at left Flynn with a stack of paperwork to fill out that he usually took an entire morning to complete. Four hours worth of paperwork, to be exact. He'd rerouted as much of it to Sodia as he could get away with, but that still left Flynn finishing up at eleven-forty-five.
So it was a very tired Flynn – dreading his six o'clock alarm – that trudged into his room towards the bed. He was thinking of putting off his shower until the morning and how nice it felt to just drop his armor on the ground (usually he put it away nicely, but he was just too tired to care) and wanting to pass out the instant his head hit the pillow.
It wasn't until Flynn started climbing into bed that he realized there was someone else there. A someone... wearing cat ears.
Blinking sleepily up at Flynn, Yuri smiled and glanced around. Then his eyes lit up a little, as though he'd remembered something amusing, and he pushed down the blankets to reveal he was already completely naked.
Despite his exhausted state, Flynn felt a heated stirring of interest.
"Did you take those from Rita?" Flynn asked, kicking off his boots, socks, and pants. Then, pulling off his shirt, he finished getting into bed.
He hoped Yuri would take the fact that he left his boxers on as a sign that he was too tired to do anything tonight.
"Meow?"
"Yuri?"
"Meow." Yuri grinned impishly and then straddled Flynn, gently pushing him down against the sheets.
"You've got to be," Flynn's breath hitched as Yuri licked his neck, "k-kidding me."
"Meow..." Yuri chuckled and nuzzled Flynn's neck, deliberately making the ears tickle under Flynn's chin.
"I'm tired, Yuri," Flynn stressed, groaning when Yuri nipped lightly around his collar bones. "Mmm... fine... but you're doing all the work."
Yuri's lips descended on his in a slow, passionate kiss; Flynn was left panting by the time Yuri pulled away, a smug smile on his face. He purred in satisfaction, leaving Flynn with the distinct impression that Yuri had planned to do everything from the start.
So Flynn relaxed, shivers of pleasure spiking through him whenever Yuri laved attention on the places where he was sensitive – the crook of his elbows, above and below and inside his belly-button, just to the side of his right hip, his left knee... the licking and kissing and nipping was driving him slowly, inexorably towards the edge. Certainly Yuri was enjoying drawing out every moan and groan and whimper Flynn had to offer, delighting the most in the places that made Flynn's hands clench the bedsheets and his body writhe as the heat built inside him, inching closer towards being unbearable.
And when Yuri latched onto Flynn's boxers... Flynn didn't think it had ever taken so long to have his underwear peeled off before. But Yuri was slow and methodical, clearly enjoying how going inch by inch was driving Flynn crazy.
All the while, the only sounds Yuri made were meows and purrs and possessive growls... such as the one he made as he finally – finally – turning his attention to Flynn's thick, reddened cock, standing needfully erect. In a distinctly cat-like manner, Yuri began lapping at the beads of pre-cum with his tongue.
A slick finger circled Flynn's entrance and moaning wantonly, he spread his legs. Now Flynn wanted one thing more than sleep and that was for Yuri to hurry up and fuck him already. He opened his mouth to say so just as, with a mischievous expression, Yuri swallowed Flynn's erection whole and humming, or purring rather, in satisfaction when Flynn could only manage to shout Yuri's name in a combination of surprise and lust.
The teasing finger slid inside, followed soon by a second and then a third, but Flynn was too lost in what Yuri's mouth was doing to him to notice... until those skillful fingers found their target, that is. Scissoring and rubbing inside him, Flynn's hands desperately moved from the sheets to tangle his fingers in his lover's long hair.
So of course, that was when Yuri pulled his mouth away and slid his fingers back out.
Whining in dissatisfaction, Flynn tightened his hold on Yuri's hair. But something much bigger than fingers was already poking slickly against his anus; Flynn groaned in relief as Yuri pushed inside of him. It wasn't long before Flynn saw fireworks going off behind his eyes and felt a sticky wetness on his stomach. Yuri followed him over the edge a little bit later, leaving a bite mark on Flynn's shoulder while he shuddered, still seated deep within Flynn.
For a moment, Yuri lay atop of Flynn and then, lazily, Yuri got up on his hands and knees, hovering over Flynn as he slid out. Flynn whimpered in sleepy protest, letting Yuri slip out of his grasp. Pressing a kiss to the sleepy blond's forehead, Yuri tossed the cat ears aside and said, "tomorrow's Saturday, Flynn. You can sleep in all morning."
Humming softly, Flynn smiled and let his eyes shut. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt Yuri slide out of the bed, presumably to find something to clean them up with.
It'd be nice, to sleep in with Yuri... and maybe he could be Yuri's cat in the morning...
A/N – Rita's never getting those cat ears back... assuming they are hers and Yuri didn't just buy his own this time.