Yuri really can look like a girl sometimes. Curl his long black hair a bit, give his lips a smidgen of color, line his eyes, and put him in a dress, a long one with loose sleeves to hide his muscular arms and legs. Do those few simple things, and he can be as pretty as Judith (well, almost anyway).
Flynn's not inclined to consider himself a pervert, but it's inexplicably hot for Yuri to dress like that. He's the knight, and Yuri is the princess. If Yuri is in an especially good mood, he's even willing to snatch a tiara from Estelle and wear it for Flynn.
"Sleeping Beauty…" Flynn comments as he gazes down at the "slumbering" figure of Yuri. He uses the tip of his sword to lift the sheets from Yuri, revealing a dark dress and the man's clasped hands. Flynn kneels. "Can true love's kiss break the spell…?" He touches a gloved finger to Yuri's barely open mouth, and his lips follow a moment later.
"Nope," Yuri sings quietly, his eyes still closed and a smile playing across his lips. "Sleeping Beauty is still asleep."
"Then how is it that Sleeping Beauty is talking?" Flynn asks, crossing his arms with an annoyed look.
"Sleep talking," Yuri sighs, dreamlike. "I've dreamed of my handsome prince kissing me."
"I'm a knight—"
"But in the original version, the prince has sex with the princess to wake her."
Flynn snorts. "She was asleep. I think I'd call that rape," he retorts, but he pulls Yuri's dress up to his nonexistent breasts regardless and grabs oils from the drawer.
He can't really call Yuri a woman, not when his cock stands before him, and even though Yuri is supposedly asleep, his hips jerks automatically as Flynn's hand coats his cock with lubricant, and when his thumb draws over the tip Yuri's head lifts slightly from the pillow and his fingers twitch with wanting. Flynn can't help it; he wants to be in Yuri, not just touching him like this. Yuri's body is hyperaware as his eyes stay closed, unsure of where Flynn will touch next, and when the knight's fingers enter his ass his hips lift off the bed. Yuri drops all pretense of sleeping when his cock enters, and he rocks back against the bed in time with the motions.
When Flynn realizes Yuri isn't even somewhat asleep, he pushes into the other man hard enough that Yuri yelps and gazes at Flynn with hurt eyes.
"Sorry," he chuckles when he realizes the source of the blonde's anger, and Flynn sits back and crosses his arms again. "It's just that this is less sexual and more stupid make-believe."
"You're an ass."
"Such vulgar language in front of a woman!" Yuri gasps with a grin, and he wraps his arms around Flynn's waist to pull him up toward him and kisses his downturned lips.
He's still Yuri, Flynn acknowledges, regardless of how he's dressed.