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The (altered) Cupcake Meme

For some inexplicable reason, there are cupcakes. Cupcakes everywhere. Maybe a bakery is having a sale. Maybe someone went a little nuts with the EasyBake. Whatever the reason, there is now a freaking metric ton of cupcakes. Too bad they're not exactly normal cupcakes.

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Yuri Lowell | Tales of Vesperia | (Pick a verse)

[lustrolupo]

[ NOM NOM CUPCAKES. He can't resist, really. ]

Hmmm, canon?

[dragon_radiance]

Yuri, honestly, you're going to get sick.

UHUHUHU 3

[lustrolupo]

What, did you cook these or something~? [ Yuri teases, and swipes a yellow cupcake.

A bite or two later, and he feels...strange. Empowered. He fixes Flynn with a hard, piercing stare, and licks a bit of frosting off his lips. His voice is harder than normal, smug and cocky. ] You gonna eat one?

6 oh dear god

[dragon_radiance]

[he just frowns at that comment]

No I didn't. Though it'd be a waste not to eat them... [nomnomnom purple is good ^^]

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

[lustrolupo]

[ Is that acquiescence Yuri hears? He steps closer, still smiling that odd smile. ]

Yeah, so you'd better finish it off. Wouldn't want to insult the cook. [ In order to set a good example, he eats the rest of his, and licks a bit of stray frosting off his fingers. ]

nggggh

[dragon_radiance]

[That smile is doing odd things to his spine, and Flynn stands up a little straighter.]

Of course not [All gone!]

[lustrolupo]

[ Yuri smirks. He really likes it when Flynn does that soldiery obedience thing. ] Good.

[ He steps forward again, this time just inches away from Flynn. Yuri reaches out and brushes some imaginary dust off of his friend's shoulders. ] Kinda shabby for a party, aren't you? I thought they taught you better manners in the Knights.

[dragon_radiance]

[Flynn almost turns to look, try to find this shabbiness Yuri speaks of. But he resists the urge- after all, if Yuri says he looks messy, it must be true. The slip to obedience is so easy (he's been trained a good chunk of his life, after all) that he doesn't even notice that he's not that way with Yuri]

Sorry, I must have been in a rush.

[lustrolupo]

Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Commandant. [ Yuri bares teeth. He's too pleased to be really snarling, but it's certainly not a pleasant expression. It's all part of the show, but for once in his life Yuri doesn't mind playing along. Hell, he's the one calling the shots, and Flynn looks damn good with his pupils all dilated.

He grabs Flynn's chin, hard, and looks him over. ] Can't make mistakes when you're so highly ranked, you know.

[dragon_radiance]

[the sudden movement and the pressure barely makes Flynn react at all: just a slight huffing not-sigh through the nose, a stiffening of the spine and joints, eyes going half-lidded.]

No, I can't.

[lustrolupo]

[ Another moment of consideration, then Yuri steps back. ] Might as well as get rid of that clothing of yours, then. [ His tone makes it very obvious that that isn't a suggestion. ]

[dragon_radiance]

[Flynn nods, not quite saluting, but the feeling is there. All he wants to do it obey, shuck everything off as fast as he can, but he still has some dignity. So instead it's a strange mimicry of how he usually removes his armor: one gauntlet at a time, carefully put side. Grieves, pauldrons, gloves and boots. The main difference is that he just doesn't stop.]

[lustrolupo]

[ Yuri watches the process with a pleased expression, shamelessly eyeing up the way Flynn's muscles move under his tight under-armor. He steps in as Flynn's pulling his shirt over his head, and stops the motion so that the shirt catches across the bridge of his nose. ] Stop there, that's enough.

[ Flynn's hands are crossed over his head, his eyes hidden, and Yuri can't say it's bad sight. He'll never really get tired of looking at Flynn like this, all smooth, rippling muscle and tight, tan skin. The scars just make things better, and the flushed expression on what he can see of Flynn's face is fucking perfect. ] That's way better, Commandant. [ Yuri uses the title like a pet name. He reaches out and runs a blunted nail down the center line of Flynn's chest, from his sternum to his pectorals to the divide between his very well-defined abs, and stops just about the waistband of Flynn's leggings. ] Wouldn't you agree?

[dragon_radiance]

Yes... [His arms up like this should be uncomfortable, but he doesn't even tremble, unable to see or move his arms... he feels only comfortable. But at the light touch his muscles twitch, as if yearning for more.]

Am I still scruffy? [There's a tone of eagerness, of desire for approval.]

[lustrolupo]

[ And oh god, that twinge in Flynn's voice goes straight to Yuri's cock. This isn't normal for them, but hell if it isn't amazing.

Yuri doesn't break contact with Flynn's skin, and flattens his palm against the warm flesh. ] No, you look much better now. [ He slides his palm back up, purposefully letting the leather of his glove catch on Flynn's nipple. ] Maybe I should let you out into public like this, since you look so...presentable. [ Both palms on skin now. Yuri skims them up the sensitive underside of Flynn's arms and steps so close that they are flush against one another. He whispers into Flynn's ear. ] What do you think?

[dragon_radiance]

[Flynn's breath hitches at the touches, stuttering a little. But still he doesn't move, stance alert but at ease. The complete trust in whatever Yuri wants him to do isn't completely due to the cupcake, and it shows, even though the sudden relief at not being 'scruffy' anymore is a bit much even for him.]

Hmmm, yeah, that sounds fine. [it IS appealing to him, being showed like a fine bred war hound.]