Spring cleaning is something which must be done, even if it is incredibly boring. Flynn enlists the help of Yuri, and after putting up a slight fuss, he agrees to help out the knight if Flynn will do the same at a later date.
It's not long before Flynn begins to regret this decision. Yuri is a lazy cleaner, much preferring to rifle through Flynn's drawers and interrogate him about the contents he finds. The blonde isn't really sure why he expected anything else from someone like him. But the last straw is when Yuri finds a small, metal flask full of liquid hidden in the back corner of the dresser.
"Where did you get that!?" Flynn shouts, dropping the rag he was holding at his feet and launching himself at Yuri. There's a crash as the pair falls to the floor. Yuri laughs, holding the flask just out of reach of the other man.
"Is it so very important to you?" he teases, and Flynn shakes his head quickly.
"No, it's not. Just put it back," the blonde responds, but Yuri instead unscrews the cap and drinks it, watching Flynn out of the corner of his eye and holding him away until the liquid is gone.
Yuri coughs a bit and wipes his mouth, grinning at the crushed look on Flynn's face. "It was pretty gross anyway. You should be glad I drank it," he says. "What was it? Some kind of alcohol?"
Flynn stands and watches Yuri carefully. "Something like that…" Yuri rises, brushes himself off, and heads toward the giant stack of books in the corner of the room, hoping, no doubt, to find some sort of material to blackmail Flynn with.
A few minutes pass in silence, and Flynn is grateful to have a break and get some real cleaning done at last. But of course, it can't last forever.
"Hey." Yuri's voice comes from the corner, quiet with an odd tone. "What was in that?"
"In what?" Flynn asks irritably. He focuses on washing the window in front of him.
"That vial…" Yuri says. "What did you drug me with?"
"I didn't drug you! You're the one that drank the damn thing," Flynn replies more loudly than intended. He shakes his head and sets down his rag in the bucket by his feet, gazing out the window. "It was just… something I got awhile ago in one of the other cities."
"But what was in it?" Yuri presses, and Flynn turns to look at him. The black haired man sits with legs crossed on the floor, a pile of books in his lap and his face an odd, flushed color.
Flynn kneels in front Yuri and tries to pull the books off, but Yuri hangs on firmly, jerking back as Flynn brushes against his forearm. "Are you okay?" the blonde asks, and Yuri shrugs. "That flask was… something that I bought from a mage in an alley. It's an aphrodisiac." Flynn's face turns red as he explains, and Yuri stares at the floor. "A strong one."
"Thatwould explain why my body is on fire," Yuri agrees with a sort of choked laugh.
And all at once he's on top of Flynn, kissing him fiercely and breathlessly. He tastes different than usual, Flynn thinks, a bit of the aphrodisiac still lingering on his lips. Yuri doesn't talk at all, his movements animal and desperate, and Flynn tugs away just long enough to get his hands through Yuri's pants, pulling them down as the other man continues brushing his lips against every inch of flesh he can reach. It's Flynn's turn to be the sarcastic one as he sees how hard Yuri is, his own arousal growing at the sight.
"I guess the potion works," Flynn teases, running his fingers lightly along the length of Yuri's cock. He's rewarded almost at once as it twitches and Yuri shudders, panting with warm breath against Flynn's shoulder. "For you to already be this hard…" Yuri groans, no smart comeback in his mind, just craving. Flynn's fingers only have to work for a few moments before Yuri comes, spilling into his hand but not even close to being done.
Flynn flips him onto his back and the carpet burns in the best way. Flynn's pants are already off, when did that even happen?, and Yuri's gaze is a mixture of apprehension and longing. Neither bothers to mess with their shirts, their focus only on satisfying their lower halves. Flynn strokes his cock with one hand as the other fingers his own ass, a small moan coming from him from time to time, and before Yuri realizes what he's doing Flynn is on his cock, riding him, and Yuri feels a shiver run through his body as he enters the other man.
Flynn isn't sure it'll fit at first, not when Yuri is this hard, but with only a slight struggle and a tug as he first slips on he's down. Moving hurts in the beginning but when Flynn finds the right spot it sends waves of pleasure through his body. When Yuri comes once again, his face flushed and head turned slightly away in unexpected shyness that Flynn has never before scene, Flynn does too. He pulls off, and Yuri grabs him into another kiss, still not satisfied, and Flynn realizes it's going to be a long night.
Not that he particularly minds.
Hours later, they lie side by side in bed, Yuri's arms wrapped around Flynn and his head resting against his shoulder. "So. Where did you say you got that?" Yuri asks casually. He flips over to dodge an elbow from Flynn, then rolls back so he's lying right next to the other man. "Remember," he whispers in his ear, "you promised to help me clean my room too."
Well. Maybe Flynn doesn't regret having Yuri help after all.