"Y-Yuri! Stop this at once!" Flynn cried out in protest. Here of all places and now? He couldn't believe this was happening, and he certainly didn't expect to be ignored. Flustered, he stammered, "P-please. Not on the couch!"

Yuri gave him a feral leer as he glanced up from his prize, one he hadn't won all that fairly. "But it tastes so good," he reasoned, his words muffled for obvious reasons. He broke eye contact with Flynn, returning to his evening treat with delight.

Flynn tried to snap him out of it with logic, "If someone finds out what you're--"

Yuri cut him off sharply, "They're just jealous they didn't get any."

"D-don't talk like that…!"

Flynn gasped as Yuri forced his lips open. The look of pleasure on his face was absolutely shameless. When Yuri pulled away, Flynn murmured, "More." Yuri gladly obliged, giving Flynn as much to his heart's content.

Always the mood-killer, Yuri pointed out with a smirk, "It's all over your face."

As Yuri moved to lick it off, Flynn scowled at him and cleaned himself up. Once he finished, they shared a heated glance, and Flynn made sure to speak up first, "I… I can see why you like it so much."

"Want to do it again? No one would ever know."

"Yuri! It's bad to have sweets so late. You know better than that." Even so, the sugary goodness would not leave his mouth. Flynn worried that he was already addicted.

Indignantly, Yuri retorted, "When was the last time you had ice cream? You should be thanking me."

With a huff, Flynn complied, "Thank you very much for tempting me!"

"Anytime."

"I'm going to have cravings…"