Disclaimer – I own a dog named Estelle, but she isn't even pink. So I don't actually own anything from Tales of Vesperia.
Outfit/item – apron
Side One
Flynn was cooking again.
Having being guilted into eating Flynn's cooking on occasion over the years, Yuri was willing to take the horrible food every now and again if it made Flynn feel better and not think he was burdening Yuri all the time. The others, however, were less willing to gamble with the possibility of having an edible dinner for the sake of Flynn's piece of mind. Patty was leading the others in repeated attempts to make Flynn stop, which were so humorous to watch that Yuri couldn't seem to feel particularly motivated to help. Since they were at an Inn this evening, this particular bit of entertainment was occurring in an actual kitchen as Yuri watched from the employee's breakfast nook. They'd arrived in town too late for dinner, but the Inn's proprietor knew them well enough to be alright with letting them use the Inn's cookware.
Flynn was dressed in casual clothes with an apron on over them, flour smudged on his cheek, and determination written on his face; as far as Yuri was concerned, the visual actually made letting Flynn cook kind of worth it. Yuri enjoyed watching the way Flynn's eyes darkened from concentrating on the task at hand or the way the bow that tied the apron off in the back moved along the small of Flynn's back, seeming to bounce enticingly over Flynn's ass and igniting an entirely different hunger in Yuri's body.
The flour smudge, of course, just begged for Yuri to come over and lick it off.
But Yuri waited and watched with half-lidded eyes and faux-apathy as the others tried to convince Flynn to let them take over the cooking.
"Yuri! Come on!" Patty huffed at him, finally ready to demand Yuri help out. "He's your best friend. Surely you know the best way to convince him to let someone else take over. So get up and help us!"
Nodding, Yuri smirked and stood; there was something he wanted from his blond that would be well worth postponing dinner for. He sauntered over to Flynn and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Flynn was by a counter, not the stove, so what he had planned seemed safe enough.
When Flynn turned to face him, Yuri pressed against Flynn in a searing kiss. There was a clatter as whatever Flynn had been holding dropped to the floor. At first, Flynn tried to pull away, distracted by the noise, but Yuri pushed his advantage and slid his tongue against Flynn's just so...
Flynn let out a quiet noise and brought his arms up so that he could grip the back of Yuri's shirt while Yuri pressed him against the counter. Once Yuri felt Flynn was sufficiently dazed, and turned on, he pulled back. "Flynn," he murmured, "the others seem to really want to cook and I," he leaned in to nip at Flynn's earlobe before continuing, "really want you." He took a step backwards and nodded towards the stairs. "I think I'm going to bed now. Maybe I'll get a sandwich later or something." He leaned in, licked the flour off Flynn's cheek, and then turn away. Grabbing a set of keys for one of the rooms they'd rented from a pinker-than-normal Estelle, Yuri took one for himself and tossed the matching key to Flynn, who caught it on instinct.
Then Yuri turned and sauntered up the stairs. He paused at the top to listen as Flynn told everyone a hasty, and flustered, goodnight and hurried to catch up. Yuri smirked a little as he considered what he was in store for that night... and at remembering how Judy had already taken over the cooking by the time he'd pulled away from that kiss.
With any luck, there would be leftovers waiting for him once he'd sated his more pressing hunger.
Side Two
There were perks to home-ownership that Flynn had not considered until that first morning in their new house.
Flynn woke to the smell of coffee and eggs, which was wafting into the bedroom through the door that Yuri must have left open when he'd gotten up to start breakfast. While Flynn would have preferred to have woken up curled around Yuri, this was a pretty good way to start the day.
So he got up and dressed and followed his nose to the kitchen. Then he stopped and blinked and stared.
Yuri had already finished cooking breakfast and was laying it out on the table (their table, which Yuri had tried to convince Flynn they ought to 'break in' the night before... until Flynn pointed out that breaking in their new bed was far more important). Yuri was doing this while wearing an apron.
To be more clear, Yuri was wearing only the apron.
Oh, yes, there were definitely perks to home-ownership that Flynn had never considered.