hey there. name's yuri lowell.
twenty three years old, re-enlisted in the imperial knights, currently ranking captain and the commandant's second-in-command.
i'm engaged to our overworking commandant of the imperial knights, flynn scifo ~

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( post-canon )
magic!anon status - none ~

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It was almost too much, having Flynn just like this in his arms. Perhaps it was more the shock of anything of the sort happening so soon. Yuri had half expected not making even the slightest advance until the night of their wedding, whenever that happened to occur. Yet the knight was seemingly willing to allow a bit of progression, and he had no intentions of letting this opportunity slip from his grasp. The small kiss pressed to his own lips caused a brief smile to form, allowing the gentle moment of closeness to continue. It was nice like this, simply holding Flynn close, head pressed comfortably against the other’s in a moment of intimacy. The peace would not last much longer; Yuri could feel the flames of desire intensifying just underneath his skin, begging him to show the blond the pleasure he could bring him. He was becoming aware of a building tension tightening in his pants, though Yuri silently swore not to let things move that far tonight.

A few moments passed, and Yuri finally pulled his head away from Flynn’s. His lips decided to latch onto the spot along the side of the knight’s neck that he had focused on just earlier, kissing and licking at a spot just over his pulse. The swordsman could feel the heat coming off the other’s skin, just barely finding himself able to bite back a groan at the effect his actions were having on the Commandant. He moved lower, lips, tongue, and occasionally teeth teasing in a slow trail down the side of his soft neck, finding an obstacle at the junction of shoulder and neck. The arm around Flynn’s shoulders shifted just enough to tug at the sleeve of his shirt, exposing the desired patch of skin for Yuri to latch on. He sighed heavily into his flesh, kissing and teasing it reverently as he whispered against his skin.

      “Flynn …”