Flynn is far too used to giving orders, Yuri thinks. He's just so pushy sometimes, and Yuri has little choice but to give in. Being told what to do in such a manner makes his lips curl with anger, but the moment Flynn sees this, Yuri finds his lips around the blonde's fingers, and he resists the urge to bite them and take back his pride.
Yuri's hands are tied behind his back by a ribbon, the fabric chaffing his wrists with each movement. He's dragged to the floor roughly, face positioned with the other man's crotch. He sucks obediently and licks along the length with his tongue, but before he knows it he's thrown onto the bed again, and Flynn is pinning his wrists above his head. Not that there's much point with my hands already tied, Yuri thinks wryly. As if Flynn can read his thoughts, the blonde's eyes narrow, and he bites much harder than needed on the pale skin of Yuri's neck, earning a little sound of pain that Yuri curses him for.
"Spread your legs," Flynn orders, and Yuri does so with a mixture of irritation and longing. Flynn wastes little time in preparing him, and it's with a hiss that Yuri feels his cock enter.
Once inside, Flynn leans over until he's inches away from Yuri's face. "You understand who's in charge, right?" he asks, though the way he says it makes it more of a statement. "When I say tighten, you tighten. When I say kiss me, you kiss me. You don't come before me, and you don't come without my permission. You're my whore; don't forget it." Yuri meets his eyes with a furious glare for a few drawn out moments before bowing his head in submission, his pride threatening to burn him up from the inside out. Flynn will pay for this, he swears as his body is used as if it's a doll, and bruises cover his arms from too tight fingers.
But when it's all over, and Yuri is lying on the bed, body and ass throbbing with his eyes fixed on the ceiling and plans of revenge forming in his head, Flynn walks up with his gaze cast onto the ground. He's so much like a dog who bites his master and flees then later returns with his tail between his legs that Yuri feels his anger leave all at once. With a sigh, he scoots over and allows Flynn to climb in next to him. The blonde attempts to make up for the pain by kissing the bruises and the rope burnt wrists gently.
Yuri can't quite bring himself to forgive Flynn just yet, but the sight of the other man being so sorry like this at least makes him smile.