[ Flynn pushes a kiss against the side of his head to stop himself swatting at Yuri instead. The blanket really does radiate heat, and it feels good on Flynn's exhausted body, too. He'd gotten so stiff over the last few days, probably the lack of sleep, and now that he's lying here and Yuri is safe, he can't get up the strength to get up again. Instead he throws a thigh over Yuri's, letting his own bulk pin Yuri down like he seems to like, and lets his fingers drift down the side of his arm under the blanket. ]
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