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Inspiration – Yuri's lovely, long, luxureous hair

Mourning Hair

Flynn glanced up at the sound of Yuri walking into his office and then did a double take. His eyes widened in shock as Yuri walked in with a dejected expression on his face.

"Yuri… your hair..."

"I know." Yuri dropped onto the couch. "I'm in mourning. It's terrible."

"It's not that bad," Flynn argued, pushing away from his desk to stand up.

"Don't try to console me," Yuri insisted. "It's going to take forever to grow back out."

"It looks fine," Flynn insisted, walking over to lock the hallway door before settling beside Yuri.

"Fine? Fine?!" Yuri reached up to tug on the shortened strands. "It's almost as short as Estelle's hair!"

"Stop that." Flynn snickered as he batted Yuri's hands away and then began running his fingers through Yuri's hair, making sure to scratch his nails lightly down Yuri's neck with every stroke. "You say that like it's a bad thing; Lady Estellise has lovely hair."

"She does," Yuri allowed, "but that doesn't mean I want to mimic her hairstyle. I like having long hair."

"It's still longer than most men keep theirs," Flynn offered.

Yuri huffed, crossing his arms… and then ruining the effect by leaning into Flynn's touch.

Chuckling, Flynn coaxed Yuri to scoot around until he was sitting between Flynn's legs. "I forget, sometimes, just how vain you can be about your hair." As he spoke, he began pressing his thumbs against the base of Yuri's neck in slow circles.

Letting out a little whine, Yuri began to relax. "I'm not vain."

"You are. When it's about your hair, you're ridiculously vain. You like it long and silky and never pulled back… you hated having to keep it restrained when you were a knight. You brush it whenever you think no one will notice. You developed specific changes to your fighting style so that you could flip your hair out of your face without losing momentum..." Flynn leaned forward and nuzzled against Yuri's neck before pushing Yuri's hair out of the way in order to plant feather-light kisses.

"Okay," Yuri conceded breathlessly, "so I'm a little vain."

Flynn leaned forward a bit to nibble on Yuri's right ear. He hummed when Yuri squirmed against him with little whimpers of pleasure. He returned to Yuri's neck, making his way around to Yuri's other ear while his hands slid around to Yuri's waist. His fingers teased the skin above Yuri's pants and he reveled in the sharp exhale that greeted him.

"Flynn..." Yuri groaned. "I'm trying to mourn my hair and you're being very distracting."

"Hmmm… and here I thought I was consoling you," Flynn teased, sliding his hands forward to rub at Yuri's thighs and spread his legs a little more, letting out a breathy moan of his own as Yuri squirmed again, rubbing back against Flynn's own arousal.

"Consoling, huh?"

"Offering you solace in your time of need," Flynn agreed, deciding to see if he could get away with putting a hickey on Yuri's neck even with Yuri's hair so much shorter.

"Seems more like your horny and taking advantage of my..." Yuri gasped as Flynn's palmed him through his pants.

"Taking advantage of your…?" Flynn prompted with a sly smirk.

"My grief stricken state," Yuri managed to finish, leaning his head back against Flynn's shoulder and breathing harder.

"Do you want me to stop?" Flynn asked, knowing full well what Yuri's answer would be.

"I'm not done complaining yet," Yuri declared.

Flynn snickered and then went back to work on the hickey, his hands undoing the ties and buttons of Yuri's pants. Then he went to work, pushing Yuri's pants and underwear down enough that he could free Yuri's shaft, curling his right hand around it while his left slid up to undo the belt holding Yuri's vest in place, then slid back under Yuri's clothes to begin toying with his nipples.

"Oh… oh, shit..." Yuri lapsed into a breathy silence, pushing into Flynn's hands while simultaneously rubbing back against Flynn. Neither was entirely certain just how long they stayed in that haze, building up the pleasure between them, but then Yuri clutched at Flynn's thighs and came with a grunt.

Rocking purposefully against Flynn's still clothed erection, Yuri said, "you know… I could still use some more consoling..."

"I thought you said I was taking advantage of your grief?" Flynn interjected.

"Comforting me in my time of weakness," Yuri amended with a laugh. "Let's take the backdoor to your room and you can have..."

"If the next words out of your mouth are a backdoor access joke, I'm finishing myself off alone in the bathroom," Flynn warned.

Yuri snickered and rocked his hips again. Then he sobered a bit. "Want to fuck me into the sheets?"

"Yes..." Flynn gave Yuri a little shove to get him moving and then got to his feet. He only paused on the way to the door between his office and bedroom to clean his hand off with some tissues.

Curled around Yuri and feeling almost sinfully lazy, especially considering it was still early afternoon and he was basically skipping work to have sex with his boyfriend (not that he didn't normally put in more than enough overtime to justify himself if anyone noticed him missing and asked later), Flynn finally said, "so what happened to your hair?"

"Oh, so now you want to know."

"I was..."

"Offering solace. Yeah, sure." Yuri laughed softly, sounding far happier than the morose figure he'd cut earlier. "I got pinned down in a fight with a monster and the damn thing's claws were razor sharp. Better my hair than my neck, but still… such a great loss. Judy flipped it off me and avenged my honor. Then she insisted on giving me a haircut. She had no sympathy for my loss; said I was being such a baby about the whole thing." His voice grew pouty as he related the last part.

"You probably were," Flynn informed him, grinning as Yuri's expression changed to mirror the pout in his voice.

"How long do you think it'll take to grow out?" Yuri asked, snuggling into Flynn's embrace instead of going for the argument.

"Considering how fast your hair grows, it'll probably still take a year or two to get back to your preferred length, but… your hair is still perfect for this..." Flynn brought a hand up to stroke through Yuri's shortened strands. "Try not to worry so much. You're still prettier than me."

"I'd get you for that, but I'm too comfortable," Yuri informed him primly.

"Get some sleep. If you're actively choosing not to argue then you must be exhausted."

"Very…" Yuri hummed in pleasure as Flynn's fingertips scratched his neck lightly and let his eyes slide closed, face relaxing as sleep claimed him.

A/N - Okay, that wasn't actually an outfit or attachment... but I wanted to write it and put it here. So there.

Was anyone worried I'd made him bald? Even for just a moment?