Sometimes, sex is less than exciting. They've been dating for too long, they know each other too well, they do it too often… There's a list a mile long of complaints and reasons for sex to become boring.
And really, that's all it is some nights. It's repetitive and completely dull. Shirts off, kiss, pants off, blowjob or handjob, preparation, insert cock, thrust, come, kiss, cuddle. It's a food they've made so many times they don't need to so much as glance at the recipe, and they've eaten it too many times for it to still have any spark.
Flynn often begins, tugging at the base of Yuri's shirt and biting his lower lip, and when Yuri permits, he pulls his shirt over his head then pulls off the other man's, his hands trailing along his sides and the muscles of his abdomen. Seconds later, Yuri forces him onto his back and kisses him firmly while his fingers play along Flynn's waistband.
Yuri takes Flynn's cock between his lips and sucks with hollowed cheeks. When Flynn's breath picks up and a faint groan escapes his barely open mouth, Yuri pulls away practically on cue, seconds before the blonde comes on his shoulder instead of his face. Flynn isn't embarrassed; the same thing has happened plenty of times before.
Yuri's cock does still fill him up once inside, and Yuri's breath still catches as his cock does upon first entering. The thrusts are mostly emotionless, just grunting and friction to bring him to pleasure. It's a robotic movement but it works, and Flynn's moans are the background music he's heard many times before. Flynn reacts in a predictable way as Yuri spills inside of him, clenching both his teeth and his eyes before his whole body relaxes as Yuri pulls out.
If Yuri leaves, Flynn lets him, though not too happily. More often, though, Yuri stays by his side with Flynn's arms attached to his body.
Cuddling is warm, and the sex is satisfying, but sometimes it's just a song they know too well, the only one they can listen to.