Yuri can't really say this is his favorite position. It's too personal, too tight, too… lovey-dovey. He doesn't like such close quarters, and so much intimacy is just unnerving for him, but he agrees to the position to please Flynn. It's impossible to refuse, when the blonde approaches with a face bright red and a book of sex positions, asking if they can try this one out, while his eyes are downcast from embarrassment.

The moment Yuri says yes, Flynn pushes him onto the bed where he lands in a pile of sheets. Flat on his back, Yuri lifts an eyebrow, and Flynn crawls over him and tugs the tie from Yuri's hair. "Give me your hands" is his quiet command, and Yuri obeys with a skeptical glance. He sits up, crosses his legs, and gives Flynn the chance to tie his hands behind his back, and seconds later Flynn is all lips and teeth raking over Yuri's collarbone and jawline. The blonde's fingers tease along the length of his cock, and Yuri wants to lie back as his pants are stripped but no, he can't, he won't.

Flynn's previous shyness is all but forgotten as he sits in Yuri's lap. Yuri's cock presses warm into the curve of his ass, but Yuri's eyes are part curiosity and part lust. Flynn settles himself on the cock and feels Yuri shudder beneath him as he slides on after a catch, and he swallows a sob at the how tight it is, having not let Yuri do anything to him ahead of time. His legs close around Yuri's waist, and it's painful as he starts to move.

But Flynn likes this position, likes being in control and being so very close to Yuri. Their mouths are inches apart the whole time, and he can feel Yuri's hot breath on his lips as he pants. It's irresistible to cross the small length and kiss Yuri as he rides him, and even though Yuri slips his tongue into Flynn's mouth, his eyes are shut tight.

He did try, at first, to watch Flynn the whole time. From a distance, during "normal" sex, he would be perfectly fine with it. But Flynn's eyes are soul searching, and Yuri simply can't handle the lack of privacy.

But he still won't deny Flynn, not when he's already given in this far.

"Please," Flynn asks breathlessly, and Yuri opens his eyes with an internal sigh. Flynn's eyes are narrowed with tears at the edges, and Yuri won't lie and say he isn't proud that he's the reason the blonde is like this. Still, he'd rather have Flynn in more pleasure than pain, even though he's well aware Flynn doesn't mind.

Yuri can see it in his eyes as Flynn gets close, and he realizes his eyes surely say the same. Yet he can't seem to look away, even as the knight's eyes lock onto his. Flynn spills onto both of their stomach seconds before Yuri does, coming while still inside of Flynn, and the blonde raises up quickly as he does so. He detaches himself from Yuri and unties the ribbon from his wrists. Yuri rubs at his wrists and lies down, flinching at the tenderness, as Flynn cleans off. He flops down on the bed beside Yuri, and the long haired man rolls onto his side away from the other man.

"Too intimate for you?" Flynn asks, and Yuri can hear the grin in his voice.

Yuri's face burns against the cool pillow, and his eyes are firmly shut. "No way. I just don't like having to look at that ugly mug of yours so close," he replies, and he can feel Flynn laugh as he presses against his back.

Too intimate indeed.