"I'll slip."
"No, you won't."
"Yes, I will."
"Just trust me, would you?"
It's with a sigh that Flynn finally gives in and spreads his legs. The shower floor is slick beneath his feet from soap and water, and he knows he's going to fall at some point. He eyes the metal faucet near the base of the tub warily, wondering how much it would hurt to crack his head open on it.
And it's still only morning, late enough that Yuri has gotten up and invaded the shower while Flynn was still in it, but early enough that Flynn has achieved nothing yet, now, not even a shower.
The feeling of Yuri opening up his thighs and entirely exposing him isn't so unfamiliar, but the heat of the water trickling down his back is. Flynn's head leans forward a bit at Yuri's touch, and he braces himself on the edge of the shower. Yuri's fingers are hotter than normal when they slide into him, and it's strange, how it can be so sticky and yet so slick at the same time. His own cock grows harder as Yuri enters with a cut off groan of satisfaction, and the long-haired man plants a kiss between Flynn's shoulder blades as the water runs hot around his lips.
Flynn leans farther forward and jerks up as Yuri enters deeper than ever. Carefully, he curls back down, and the knot in his stomach grows with each thrust as it hits the spot he needs it to hit. He wishes so much that he could reach up and touch himself, but he doesn't dare, the fear of falling not entirely gone from his head.
The fear is fading though, and Flynn closes his eyes to hear the smack of Yuri hitting his hips and the pellets of water hitting the floor. When Yuri comes it's a whoosh of liquid inside of him mixing with the heat of the water, and Flynn finds himself irritated that he can't be finished yet because of Yuri's damn insistence they have sex in the shower, of all places. Something breaks in his mind when he hears Yuri's voice float over the background noise.
"What'd I tell you? You haven't slipped yet."
It's so very self-satisfied, as Yuri often is, and Flynn's worry that he'll slip is quickly forgotten. He stands as Yuri pulls out and turns quickly to wipe the smug look off his face.
Too quickly.
He falls, feet slipping straight out from under him, and Yuri grabs hold of his wrist with a shout. Yuri can't pull him up at this point; he gets dragged to the floor too. Flynn tries to catch hold of something to keep him up, something, anything, but there's nothing to hang on to. He lands hard enough to make stars spin in front of his eyes, and he can feel something heavy that feels very much like flesh land on top of him. When his vision clears, he can see Yuri rocking on his heels in front of him, having managed to get up. The other man can't seem to decide if he should be worried or laugh, and when Flynn glares at him Yuri's grin is half-apologetic and half-amused.
"You okay?" he asks, and Flynn nods and pinches the bridge of his nose.
It's going to be a long day.