A/N: The prompt was actually "Your Own Kink," but uhhhh. No thanks. Plus, I love the song "You Need Me" by Ed Sheeran.
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It's cramped inside the small elevator, and it's uncomfortably quiet, enough so that every moan, every word, every sound is far louder than it should be. There's the soft rumble of the gears as the elevator makes its descent, and even though the characteristic music floats about the air, it's a noise that gets lost in the background.
It is thrilling. Who knows if the video camera that's trained on the pair is being watched by a security guard? Neither really minds, both too focused on finishing in time to pay any attention to the possibility of Big Brother.
Yuri's hands are strong and calloused, splayed under Flynn's shirt on his chest. He holds the blonde against the cold wall, balancing him on his hips and knees. Flynn's breath is warm as Yuri grabs his chin and draws him forward into a kiss, and Flynn hisses at the sudden shock of pain as Yuri slides into him, filling him to the brim.
"You could warn me next time," Flynn pants, voice going up a bit at the end as Yuri's cock grinds into him, and Yuri's flushed face wears a smirk at the comment.
"Or, I could continue to surprise you," he replies. He pushes his lips up against Flynn's again as he slides in and out, friction heating his body. Flynn's cock presses against his abdomen, and when he takes it in his calloused hand Flynn scrambles to grab hold of his clothing. Yuri's eyes are closed as he thrusts, sticky liquid on his fingers as they work at Flynn's cock, and his face is pressed into the crook of Flynn's neck.
The blonde swears under his breath at the touch of the other man's teeth, and he curses, not for the first time, Yuri's inexplicable fondness for biting. He can feel the bruise forming on his collarbone even as Yuri pulls away, and his hips ache even as he shudders and spills over Yuri's hand. It's breathless and needy, their next kiss. Flynn twinges as his body attempts to unwind with Yuri still inside of him, and he closes his eyes tight as the heat fills him up; when Yuri pulls out it drips down his thighs.
He normally wouldn't mind. Flynn would want to recover for a moment. But with a glance at the lit up number above the elevator door, his eyes widen and he shoves Yuri away, tugging up his pants and straightening his wrinkled shirt. He tries in vain to brush his hair over the bruise on his neck.
Yuri is less rushed as he straightens himself up, and when the door opens to reveal people waiting on the outside, his face is impassive. Flynn is surprised when nobody looks twice at them. Yuri's grin as the door closes is a plethora of emotions, relieved, satisfied, teasing… Flynn would love to wipe the smirk off his face, but instead he finds himself rolling his eyes and smiling too.
"We should do that again sometime," Yuri suggests, and Flynn can just sigh and nod his head.