"Why don't you sleep up here?"
Yuri turns his head so he's facing the bed Flynn lies in, the rough wood of the floor scratching against his cheek. "It's too hot," he answers simply. He crosses his arms behind his head and gazes up at the ceiling. The shadows from the lanterns outside jump around as he watches, even in the dark room.
It's a dark night, after all, a new moon and cloudy skies to block out the stars, and it's uncomfortably warm. Sometimes, on quiet nights like these, Yuri and Flynn stay together, and tonight is one of those nights.
"That's never stopped you before," Flynn complains, and Yuri makes a noncommittal noise. Suddenly, there's a light thud by Yuri's ears as the blonde's feet hit the ground, and Yuri rolls onto his side as Flynn lies down beside him. "I'll just come down here then," Flynn says softly. His eyes lock with Yuri's, and he scoots forward and presses his lips softly against the other man's, waiting for some sort of reaction.
Yuri's response is to flip Flynn onto his back and climb over him, kissing him more deeply and running his tongue along Flynn's lips. Flynn's top is bare already because of the heat, so Yuri leaves a path of bites down his chest as he tugs his shorts off with eager fingers, and when he takes his cock in his mouth Flynn's hips buck, pushing Yuri down to the hilt then trying to push him away from the overwhelming pleasure. Yuri sucks, cheeks pulled in and tongue working the edges. He sits up, and he isn't too terribly gentle when he puts in a finger, feeling the suction of Flynn's ass with some satisfaction. If Flynn weren't okay with a bit of discomfort tonight, he wouldn't be down here on the floor, after all.
Flynn's toes curl as Yuri twists in another finger then another, and he pants against his fist. When Yuri's finally inside he gasps at the fullness, his hands clenching and opening as the other man begins to move. Yuri's hand is splayed over his chest, pushing him down against the wood as he grinds into him hard enough to feel like it will leave bruises. Flynn knows it won't; Yuri is careful, and any bruises left are intentional ones that he expects Flynn to wear like a badge of honor.
The night is a hot one, and the heat of Yuri inside of him and the flexing of his muscles are enough to make Flynn sweat. It mixes with the white as he comes in a dizzying flash, and Yuri is close behind, pulling out to spill over the inside of his thighs before rolling off onto his back again.
Flynn hears a quiet "ow" as Yuri hits the floor a bit harder than intended, and he stifles a laugh as Yuri rubs the back of his head. He presses his cheek to the cool wooden floor as he watches Yuri try to get comfortable again. "It is hot," Flynn agrees, "but you're still welcome to join me in bed." He climbs back into the soft bed with a slight wince at the pain in his hips, and he props himself up on his elbow to look back at Yuri. He pats the sheets next to him, and Yuri sighs in defeat, clambering up to lie next to the blonde.
"No cuddling," Yuri says firmly. "Too hot." He flips onto his side so he's facing away, and it's Flynn's turn to sigh. He turns over so his back is pressed against Yuri's. The bed may be hot, but at least it's better than the floor.