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Sunlight filtered in through the shuttered window, casting into high relief the planes of the two men’s bodies, naked as they were, tangled in sheets. Yuri was dozing peacefully, inky black mane spread like a fan behind him as his bedmate, Flynn, finally stirred, blinking as he welcomed the sun’s warming rays.
There was a moment, a beat, as Flynn gazed upon his best friend’s sleeping face, before his own broke into a gentle smile. Yuri’s expression was so calm, so serene in his sleep, as though nothing in the world could shatter this placid moment, that Flynn could not resist the urge to lift a hand, running his tapered fingers through Yuri’s soft tresses.
"Flynn," Yuri mumbled, voice laced with sleep and a keening sort of whine, before he finally opened his eyes, stormy grey orbs immediately finding his best friend’s face.
Flynn’s smile only deepened, allowing Yuri to drink in the intensity of his emotions through that one quietly warm expression. "Good morning," he said softly, fingers still entangled in the other’s dark locks.
"Good morning," Yuri returned with a smile, sliding closer to Flynn, close enough to feel the heat from his body, the heat between them. "I don’t think we should’ve done that last night."
Best friend, confidante, ally, and now lover. Where was the line drawn? Others would say, perhaps, that the latter was wrong. But how wrong could it be when it felt so right? Neither of them could ignore the unspoken, magnetic pull between them, so long denied, only touched upon in their youth and then discarded, until now. Until it all culminated in a night of such unrestrained passion unlike either of them had ever experienced before.
Flynn couldn’t help himself; the blond leaned forward and |
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There was a moment, a beat, as Flynn gazed upon his best friend’s sleeping face, before his own broke into a gentle smile. Yuri’s expression was so calm, so serene in his sleep, as though nothing in the world could shatter this placid moment, that Flynn could not resist the urge to lift a hand, running his tapered fingers through Yuri’s soft tresses.
"Flynn," Yuri mumbled, voice laced with sleep and a keening sort of whine, before he finally opened his eyes, stormy grey orbs immediately finding his best friend’s face.
Flynn’s smile only deepened, allowing Yuri to drink in the intensity of his emotions through that one quietly warm expression. "Good morning," he said softly, fingers still entangled in the other’s dark locks.
"Good morning," Yuri returned with a smile, sliding closer to Flynn, close enough to feel the heat from his body, the heat between them. "I don’t think we should’ve done that last night."
Best friend, confidante, ally, and now lover. Where was the line drawn? Others would say, perhaps, that the latter was wrong. But how wrong could it be when it felt so right? Neither of them could ignore the unspoken, magnetic pull between them, so long denied, only touched upon in their youth and then discarded, until now. Until it all culminated in a night of such unrestrained passion unlike either of them had ever experienced before.
Flynn couldn’t help himself; the blond leaned forward and |
I'm thinking of expanding my resume to writing. Not bad, huh?