Inspiration – Santa Suit, Mrs. Claus Outfit, Yuri's Improv costume
Happy Yuletide
First Yule After the Adephagos
Yuri was stuffing the front of his Santa suit when Flynn arrived at his room, knocking once and announcing himself before letting himself in.
"Hey, Flynn," Yuri greeted with a grin. "What do you think?"
"You're going to look ridiculous with a beard," Flynn declared with a laugh, giving Yuri a chaste kiss.
"Oh, really?" Eyes glittering with devious mischief, he said, "I promised all the kids you'd be Mrs. Claus."
"What! Yuri!" Flynn blushed bright red, but before he could say anything more, there was a knocking at the door and Judy peeked in.
"Oh, darn, you're already mostly dressed," Judy mock pouted. She was wearing the Mrs. Claus outfit. "Hi, Flynn. I was hoping to steal a look at your boy-toy, but looks like Yuri was too fast getting changed."
"Hello, Judy," Flynn greeted, smiling at her and ignoring her teasing. He turned to look back at Yuri and gave him a flat look. "Jerk," he muttered, smacking Yuri's shoulder.
"I'm sure he deserves that, but do try to leave him in one piece. Think of the children's disappointment if Santa dies before Christmas."
Flynn hummed thoughtfully. "If the suit's untouched, I could always wear it… for the children's sake."
"Now who's being a jerk?" Yuri asked with a snicker. "I'm almost ready, Judy. Should be down in a couple of minutes, okay? Just have to finish stuffing the front."
"Sure thing. Also, maybe you should consider locking your door next time," Judy smirked, "unless you two are in to voyeurism..."
"Out, out!" Yuri threw some of the suit's fluff at her and she shut the door, laughing as she disappeared.
Flynn smacked Yuri's shoulder again, but a little lighter this time. "You are incorrigible."
"I try." Yuri grinned, "so does that mean, even if I can get the outfit away from her later, I won't be getting a free show tonight?"
Flynn huffed in annoyance, his cheeks turning pink again. "You've been really naughty just now. I'm not sure you deserve it." He crossed his arms and looked away, blushing beet red.
"What can I say? It was just too good an opportunity to pass up." Yuri retrieved the fluff from the floor and proceeded to shove it into the suit. "Do I look like a jolly old soul yet?"
"Your hair is a little too dark to be considered gray and you're lacking the beard," Flynn critiqued. "Also, not stuffed enough yet."
"Work in progress," Yuri assured him. "Anyway, if I did get the outfit… would you be okay with wearing it?"
Flynn sighed and toyed with Yuri's hat. "Well, you're usually the one who wears skirts when we..."
Yuri interrupted Flynn with a slightly-less-than-chaste kiss. "If it makes you uncomfortable, then don't worry about it. Just because I think you'd look cute in the Mrs. Claus outfit doesn't mean I want to force you to wear it when you don't want to. Just because I enjoying wearing women's clothing to get a rise out of you doesn't mean you have to reciprocate the action."
"It's not so much that I'm uncomfortable with the idea of… dressing up for you," Flynn responded thoughtfully, "it's more that I'm nervous about the idea."
"Well, think about it over, but not too hard." Yuri pushed the last of the fluff into the suit and zipped it up the rest of the way and fastening the buttons securely. Then he pulled his hair up and covered it with a white haired wig that he pinned into place. A fake beard was added next, followed by the hat, which was also pinned down. "Jolly and old enough now?"
"Perfect," Flynn assured him with a smile. "Though, you're still a jerk for earlier."
"Very naughty," Yuri agreed with a leering look made ridiculous by his getup. "Just imagine how much naughtier I'll be later."
"Out, out," Flynn echoed Yuri's earlier admonition, waving the raven-haired man out of his own room. Flynn followed behind, thinking things over. As long as it was just for Yuri… he really didn't mind dressing up.
Flynn slipped on the skirt and decided not to bother seeing if the stockings and shoes fit. He looked in the mirror and wrinkled his nose.
He looked absolutely ridiculous. How was it that Yuri could look sexy in women's clothing but Flynn looked like an idiot playing dress up?
Crossing his arms nervously, Flynn rubbed his arms and shifted uncomfortably. It was chilly in his room, as the fire had yet to permeate the air with its heat. Why wasn't Yuri here yet? Letting Yuri see him like this was the whole point and if he didn't hurry up then Flynn was just going to put the outfit away and go lay naked in bed instead.
That seemed like a lot more appealing option after all.
Flynn shifted again and then felt the skirt swish about his thighs. Glancing down, Flynn purposefully swished the skirt. It actually… kind of felt nice.
He twirled around this time, feeling the fabric swirl around him, the ends lifting up and…
"Oh, that's nice, do it again."
Flynn whirled around in embarrassment, his cheeks heating up even as the skirt flared up again. "Oh… I, uh, didn't hear you come in." He felt something sort of clench in his stomach at the way Yuri was looking at him. Desire darkened the raven-haired man's eyes from a deep violet to near-black while a light flush painted his cheeks.
Somehow, it was a little annoying to realize that Yuri still managed to look more effeminate than Flynn when Flynn was the one wearing a damned skirt. Sometimes Yuri was just too pretty.
"I look stupid," Flynn muttered ducking his head.
"I'd accuse you of fishing for complements, but you really have no idea how good you look, do you?" Yuri teased, striding forward to trap Flynn in a heated, passionate kiss. "You look amazing. Absolutely edible. I want you in so many ways; I don't know where to start," Yuri murmured between kisses.
Flynn hummed thoughtfully. "I don't suppose you want to start by stripping this off of me?"
A sly grin slid over Yuri's face and he shook his head. "I'm going to make you cum in that," he declared, before sliding down sinuously and slipping his head under the skirt. "Mmmm… commando, Commandant… how naughty," Yuri teased, the words sending puffs of air against Flynn's cock.
"Yuri..." Flynn whimpered, bracing his hands against Yuri's shoulder's. "Tease," he accused when Yuri kissed the tip and then turned his attention to Flynn's sensitive inner thighs. Yuri's soft hair was brushing against Flynn's rising arousal with every kiss and nip Yuri gave him.
"Only if I don't follow through," Yuri corrected, sucking a little hickey into place. "I have every intention of following through." He paused and then added, "if you're really uncomfortable about the outfit..."
"It's fine," Flynn interrupted quickly. "Really. Get back to what you were..." Flynn trailed off with a moan as Yuri turned his attentions to Flynn's other thigh.
Once Yuri decided Flynn had been tormented enough, he swallowed down Flynn's erection, hands tightening on Flynn's hips when the blond's legs threatened to buckle. Though Flynn's legs did give out after not too long and he ended up sitting on the floor, curled up in Yuri's arms, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"So, enjoyed that I take it?" Yuri teased, kissing along Flynn's neck.
"Yeah..."
"Interested in heading to the bedroom where I can strip this off of you piece by piece?" Yuri asked, and then nipped at Flynn's ear to turn the blond's 'yes' into a breathy whine. "So, if I'm naughty enough will that mean that I have to take a turn playing Mrs. Claus?"
"Definitely," Flynn agreed, already imagining what a sight that would make.
Second Yule After the Adephagos
Flynn was the one dressing up as Santa this year. Judy, however, had a cold and couldn't leave Dahngrest, so Estelle was stepping in. Yuri had offered, exhibiting absolutely no embarrassment at all at the idea of appearing before the kids in drag, and Hanks would have taken him up on it, but Flynn had taken Yuri aside and, on no uncertain terms, explained why it would be a bad idea for Yuri to wear that outfit in public while Flynn was dressed as Santa.
For Flynn's peace of mind it was really for the best that Yuri not be dressed in an outfit that… well, the memories attached to both of them dressing as Mrs. Claus…
Okay, so maybe Flynn floundered for an explanation while turning increasingly red while making references to the previous year's Christmas Eve and Yuri capitulated to Flynn's embarrassed request with much laughter. The point is that Yuri told Hanks that Estelle would be absolutely devastated if she learned she'd been passed over for the role of Mrs. Claus. Hanks was more than happy to have the Vice-Empress acting as Mrs. Claus for the Lower Quarter children and chose (wisely) not to question why Yuri was backing out after all.
Yuri had then pouted to Flynn about not getting to dress up as anything and eventually disappeared into his room for a while before showing back up in a ridiculous demon outfit.
"Oh, isn't that your costume from the play we were in?" Estelle asked.
Grinning, Yuri bounced on the balls of his feet. "I'm Krampus," he declared.
"Who?" She asked.
"Krampus is Santa Claus' brother and opposite," Flynn explained. "Santa rewards the good children; Krampus punishes the bad children."
"Oooh..." Estelle frowned, "will the kids be okay with that? I wouldn't want them to think they have anything to worry about..."
As if on cue, Ted came scurrying into the Inn; the first kid in the coming rush. "Oh, cool, Yuri! Krampus, right?"
"Yup!" Yuri popped the 'p' sound at the end. "Unfortunately, not enough bad kids around for Krampus to have much to do but sit around a look menacing. Muahahaha."
"Menacing, right," Ted rolled his eyes. "You keep telling yourself that, Yuri."
"Do you hear the way he treats me?" Yuri asked Flynn.
"Sounds about right to me," Flynn teased. "Don't worry, Lady Estellise, the kids will all recognize that Yuri's just being silly. It's not exactly the scariest costume in the world and they all usually recognize us in these outfits anyway. Yuri just wants to be able to take part in handing out the gifts."
Estelle giggled while Yuri hotly denied that accusation. He was here to give out coal and switches to bad children. The fact that there were no coal and switches just meant there were no bad children and thus he might as well lend a hand to the Claus family… if they asked nicely and stopped accusing him of silly things like 'wanting to give out presents to good children.'