Flynn is proper most of the time, too proper for Yuri's taste. Being chivalrous is one thing, but getting angry at him whenever he so much as puts a hand up the blonde's shirt… That's another thing entirely.

Yuri has lost track of how many times he's apologized for going too quickly. I didn't mean to rush you, I'll wait until you're ready… Over and over he's had to say those lines. And Yuri has never thought he was going too quickly. Plenty of other guys would have had their way by now, but Yuri is not about to force his way. That would be rape, and he would never do something like that to him.

Still, it's frustrating. Flynn refuses constantly, and months after they've been dating, Yuri thinks they should have been able to have sex by now. There must be some rule in the handbook of dating, he decides, that requires certain circumstances to have sex. That's all that can explain it, since as far as he knows, Flynn never made a promise with someone to become a monk.

But no matter how high the threshold, patience eventually runs out.

"If you're just going to keep messing with me, then cut it out," Yuri says finally, his irritation finally causing him to snap.

Flynn pauses in the middle of removing his boots. "You've been in a mood all day," he replies slowly. "What's gotten into you?"

"I wouldn't blame you. Not really. I mean, hell, I wouldn't want to be with me either. Besides, a good-looking knight can win all of the noble women's hearts! You can have your pick of any woman you want in all of Zaphias. Maybe even the entire world, if you're lucky," Yuri continues, ignoring Flynn's question. He paces, arms crossed. "She'll be glad to have someone like you. Most guys would always be trying to get up a woman's skirt. But since you've apparently made some promise I never knew about to remain celibate forever, well, she'll never have to worry about that."

Yuri, facing the opposite direction, can practically hear Flynn's jaw hit the ground. A hand touches his shoulder and spins him around, and suddenly he sees white as his jaw burns from the other man's fist. Yuri, not one to sit around, retaliates by knocking Flynn's legs out from under him. The blonde knocks against the bed, shaking the frame with the force of his hit, but he stands back up quickly and grabs ahold of Yuri's hair while the other man rubs his aching jaw. The room spins and Yuri lands on his back on the bed. Flynn pins him down, hands clenched around his forearms. Yuri twists halfheartedly and glares up at his captor, the other man returning his gaze evenly.

"This is about me not wanting to have sex with you?" Flynn says finally. "How shallow can you be?"

"I'm not taking it personally. Like I said, you seem to be celibate," Yuri retaliates. "It has nothing to do with my flaws."

Flynn searches his face for a moment longer before breaking into laughter. He releases Yuri's wrists and sits on the side of the bed, still laughing with his head down and his forearms on his thighs. Yuri flips onto his side and watches. Flynn's face is red, flushed to the very tips of his ears, and Yuri knows it isn't just because he's laughing. "If you're done having a psychotic break, I'm going to leave," Yuri announces, rolling onto his back and starting to rise.

Suddenly Flynn's lips are on his, his tongue licking along Yuri's teeth. After a moment of hesitation, Yuri returns the kiss, letting his teeth run along Flynn's lip. Flynn's eyes are closed, his cheeks flush with wanting, and Yuri feels his own erection grow. The black haired man growls low in his throat and struggles to undo the clasp on Flynn's pants. With sudden realization, Yuri pulls away, eyes skeptical. "Is this… really okay?" he asks. Flynn merely kisses him again as a reply, but Yuri pushes against his chest until he backs away. "You made me wait for so long. Maybe I should make you wait too," he suggests wryly.

"You expect me to believe you'll leave when you're already this hard?" Flynn replies with a mischievous smile.

Yuri winces as Flynn presses his knee against his cock, unable to deny his arousal. Instead of responding, he reaches forward and pulls Flynn's pants down to around his ankles, and Flynn's back stiffens before he does the same to Yuri. Fingers wrap around balls and cocks and it's hot in this stuffy little room.

Yuri groans as Flynn's fingers enter him one by one, and he grows impatient, guiding Flynn's cock to his ass himself. The initial tug makes tears spring to Yuri's eyes, and Flynn almost stops, but he keeps pushing regardless. Yuri tugs at Flynn's hips, trying to pull him deeper inside, and Flynn stays still, panting before slowly beginning to thrust in shy motions, growing more confident and needy with each thrust.

"How come you didn't want to fuck 'til now?" Yuri asks, voice light but a bit ragged.

"Talking… in the middle of…?" Flynn breaks off with a shudder as Yuri clenches around him. "If you must know… You always tried to be so dominant. I didn't want to be the woman." Yuri's hair is sprawled around him on the bed, and Flynn twirls a strand between his fingers. "You're much more feminine than I am, if you ask me." The other man huffs, his previous irritation not quite gone.

Yuri twists his torso suddenly, his hips rising up off the bed and pushing Flynn farther inside of him. The sudden pressure causes Flynn to gasp and press forward in an attempt to be further inside. The blonde comes first from Yuri's motions, spilling slick and wet inside of him, and the fullness makes Yuri moan, and Flynn's fingers around his cock tighten slightly as he comes, slipping upward in a final stroke that makes Yuri come as well. There is a sudden emptiness as Flynn pulls out.

In the moments that follow, neither says a word. Flynn eases his way up in the bed until he is lying next to Yuri and rests his head on the other man's bare chest. For a few minutes, both just lie in silence, listening to one another's breathing and calming hearts.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Flynn asks eventually. His voice is quiet, unwilling to break the stillness.

Yuri glances down at the blonde and chuckles. "As if you even could. You called me a woman? I could hardly even tell you were inside me—" He lands on the cold floor with a surprised shout as Flynn knocks him off the bed. Flynn, for his part, tugs the blankets up over his head and flips onto his side with his back turned to the other man. Yuri returns to a sitting position and leans back against the bedframe. He lets his head lean against the mattress and closes his eyes with a rueful acceptance.

Before they are lovers, they're friends.