emberossing | for wauuu

A laugh from Victor as he curls into Yuuri a bit more at the teasing, trying not to laugh too loudly.

"You ruined the surprise! I was supposed to have you so you could never escape and then exposit my evil plan in detail," you know, inevitably giving Yuuri enough time to escape because that's always what happens, right? "How else could I make you mine? Keep you with me so I can keep torturing you with pleasure after pleasure,"

"You've already pretty much got me so I can never escape," he points out, more reasonable than sexy, even though he's still playing along, because... well, it's true. Yuuri can't speak Russian. He knows how to use the internet, but Victor could easily make it so he couldn't access it. No one he knows really knows where he is. Yuuri obviously doesn't think that Victor would actually do something like that, but the thought that he could is maybe a little thrilling in a way, at least, as a playful sort of fantasy.

Much like how his reaction to Victor grabbing his ass on this same couch yesterday was a good foreshadowing to how he was going to feel about the spanking in the shower, this conversation seems to indicate that getting him to actually do some kind of bedroom roleplaying might not be impossible with a bit of a push. He's not having near as much trouble keeping up as Victor might have thought.

"Or were you meaning more after you'd convinced me to let you tie me to the bed?" he quirks an eyebrow and then, suddenly he's keeping going, not really aware what he's about to say until he's already saying it, "Although... you probably wouldn't need to. I certainly couldn't have run anywhere earlier this morning..."

Yes. Yes, Yuuri Katsuki just made a joke about Victor fucking him until he couldn't walk as a means of keeping him in Russia. That is a thing that just happened.

(Better distract him before Yuuri realizes it's a thing that just happened...)

Victor's in with the distraction quick enough, though he does enjoy Yuuri's ability to joke about what happened earlier. Victor was the one laughing back then, having meant no harm by it, so Yuuri being able to laugh in hindsight makes him feel absolved. He probably isn't actually, Yuuri would still be peeved if he burst out laughing again (a high possibility) but Victor can dream.

"Well, now that you've turned the tables on me, by figuring out my secret," he'll rub a thumb over Yuuri's bottom lip, "you'd have to tie me to bed, right?"

His tone says he's down for this. Super down for it.

There's that flash across his face again, a flicker and then gone, but Victor's seen it now enough to recognize it-- that look when he's thinking about doing something like making Victor come when he'd asked him not to, or actually considering what he thinks about Christophe and Victor at the same time. He gets it again here, when Victor says he'd have to tie him to the bed-- speculative, genuinely considering it.

He doesn't get at it right away, though, because part of what's letting him talk like this at all is the fantasy aspect of it, so he has to go along with the story they're constructing, instead, or he's going to clam up. But it's very clear that the seed's been planted, at the very least.

"Well, not right now, obviously. I'd never win in outright fight. It's much better if I let you think you've won and seduced me completely. Let you torture me for a little while longer while I look for the perfect chance to escape. Although... there's always the danger you could make me forget to try..."

"I think that might be my superpower! Making you forget everything else, think only about me and how good I make you feel," he's got to replace his trailing thumb with his lips, pressing to Yuuri's lips soft as first before catching his bottom half between teeth and sucking on it. Just enough to bring the red out, more than normal.

"The danger is I fall in love with you and we stop all out villain and hero business all together, a perfect stalemate," Too busy fucking each other's brains out to do any good or bad to others.

Yuuri's been relatively "good" about not leaping right back into anything, but his side of the kiss is definitely more heated than the teasing tone would suggest, a pretty direct indicator of how he feels about this conversation and about Victor's latest words. He's a less embarrassed and more aroused sort of flushed by the end of the kiss, still finding enough boldness to say,

"If that's your superpower, I think it's working," and then, the smirk again, "Mm, but if that's all it takes to stop you being a super-villain, then I think it's probably a noble act to sacrifice myself for the cause."

"Oooh, a true hero to the end!" Victor chuckles, pecking more, shorter kisses across Yuuri's lips. After a longer, lingering kiss, he'll add.

"You'll have to teach me a lesson, so I change my ways. I'm sure you're very persuasive."

Yuuri laughs,

"I'm afraid persuasion's definitely not my superpower," but he's also kind of intrigued by the tone Victor had had when he talked about Yuuri tying him to the bed. He's not sure he really has the guts to do that, but he's also said that about everything they've done so far so... "... but maybe you'd be distracted enough to let something slip. Some way to really get under your skin, some way to turn the tables..."

He leaves it light, open. Most of what they've done has been Victor's idea, and he doesn't want him to think that Yuuri's got no fantasies or preferences. But the truth is, he doesn't know very much. And everything they've done has been better than any half-thought out fantasy anyway.

... and also he's fairly sure that the desire to find something that will take Victor completely off-line counts as a fantasy, now. But he also doesn't want to pressure him...

"You already let me spank you, that's one of my favorites," he'd said it before and he'd say it again! He has to smile into a kiss, mischievous as ever, catching Yuuri's curiosity in the words. Victor would certainly let Yuuri tie him up a bit, nothing extreme so soon, but a little restraint was easy to pull off even for the inexperienced.

"I guess you could turn the table on me and give me some discipline, if I've been so bad," Is revenge your style? He'd be happy to get spanked in return, after all. This whole little farce they came up with is actually leading really nicely into these other kinks and types of play.

He's curious about everything. On top of that, to him, just dealing with sex is so embarrassing and awkward that there's nowhere to go. Trying to ask Victor to fuck him is every bit as difficult to navigate for him as figuring out how to get tied up to the bed. There's no gradients that they've encountered yet, nothing that seems "worse", to him.

Yuuri considers that for a moment and then it's not as much playing anymore, but they're also kind of doing something different now, all of a sudden, and he's aware of that. Weirdly, though, the playfulness seems to linger, makes it easier to talk about these things, at least for the moment. He's going to seize that feeling while he has it.

"What is it you like about it?" he asks, curious, though he does add, "You don't have to tell me, you just seem so sure about how much you like it and what you like. What makes it that way?"

"That's a fair question! The answer is probably more simple than you imagine. I just think it feels very good. I've done it enough times that I'm sure it wasn't a fluke," he chuckles a bit into another kiss, he has to draw Yuuri out a bit now that they've had a moment since then.

"You seemed into it, too, you melted right into my arms and kept pushing for more. Seeing a partner like that is a great pleasure, though I like being the person falling apart from it, just as much."

"Simple, but kind of unhelpful. How am I supposed to figure out other things you like like that?"

It's probably a good thing Victor immediately gets him blushing and distracted again, because that's way more forward than he'd meant to be, so spluttering about how into he'd gotten seems like a much better idea.

"I didn't really like that it hurt, but it made everything else seem... more intense, I guess?" if he's going to tease Victor for not giving him enough information, it's hypocritical for him to do the same, but he also doesn't really wholly have the vocabulary to talk about it yet, either.

"The hit isn't the best part to me, either. I like the anticipation, the tension and release... The ache after is also wonderful. That feeling that someone's touch is lingering on or under your skin long, long after it is gone." Any of that ringing a bell for you, Yuuri?

"I also have an oddly sensitive tailbone. Not sure why! Maybe I fell on it a few too many times, but there's no injury. Sometimes bodies are strange, like that. You might find a more bizarre way or place you like attention. It's kind of like discovering a prize!"

There is a piece of the kind of information he wants, in the comment about the tailbone, and also in Victor talking a little more about what it is that he likes about all of it. Something swirls around in Yuuri's head, unformed, but gathering speed, and he almost blurts out the next words, more just needs to voice them before he loses his nerve completely, because the idea hasn't formed yet, but it's forming,

"Do you have a way to tie your hands together first and then secure them to something?"

He's heard that bit about how he might find spots like that on his own self and thinking about it as a prize is also arousing, interesting, but he's got this other thought, under the surface, and he's not used to that.

The blurted out question does take Victor by surprise again. He saw the flash in Yuuri's eyes at the mention of Victor being tied up, he thinks it's particularly cute that the thought grabbed hold on the man and must have been lingering until now. Of course, Victor is all for it. He'll keep his smirk, despite how soft and matter-of-fact his tone is. He's much more excited himself than the level headed act would imply, but his eagerness should be hinted at in that wry grin of his.

"Neckties work well for that, I have plenty of those," it's very true, they were soft and easy to tie, silky against skin rather than harsh. They were also difficult to tie too tight and never all that difficult to get out of. Thrilling, but not dangerous.

"I think I... I think..." he falters, but he comes at it again, another angle, doggedly, "We should start a load of laundry for me, but then I want to try something. If that's okay. Because I know we probably should do other things today, but I think if I don't do it soon, I'm going to talk myself out of it."

What he has in mind probably isn't exactly what Victor is thinking about. In fact, it feels kind of ridiculous, to him, really, stupid. But he also really, really wants to try it, to see if it's like what he thinks it will be. And, weirdly, he both really wants to be able to do something for Victor where he's a more active participant to Victor's pleasure instead of being dragged along and he wants to do something that's just for himself, just because he wants to. Because all of this has been amazing, but he feels like Victor has had had to coax him through all of it and it's starting to feel weirdly out of balance to him, though he's not sure why, when they've both been so into everything.

"Whatever it is; let's try it," Victor is confident to say this to Yuuri. He would not say this to Chris or most anybody else. Victor can think of a few things he wouldn't agree to, but he also would be knocked out of his socks if Yuuri asked something so bizarre even he wouldn't give it a go. There's assuredness that Victor can work with anything Yuuri throws at him. He's also going to lift Yuuri back upright along with him. Another short kiss before he speaks.

"I can call concierge, they'll get your laundry handled," because remember this is a big dumb fancy condo place and doing your own laundry is for less luxurious lifestyles. "We'll just leave leave it at the door, you can show me what you have in store right away." You ask for no time to hesitate and Victor isn't leaving any room.

Yuuri needs a little more help than is probably graceful-- his legs take his weight, but there's a low groan from the soreness and it takes a moment. But that just means he gets to cling on to Victor longer. And then he laughs because of course Victor doesn't do his own laundry.

"Please do, then," he says, a little helplessly with a grin, because it's really a little bit silly, how luxurious all of this is. He doesn't know how he would feel about living in someplace this fancy. It feels a little like cheating, somehow, with how hard he's always had to work at everything. But even he has to admit it's a nice place to take an unexpected vacation... (And have sex on possibly every available amenity in the apartment...)

Okay, deep breaths, you can do this, Yuuri.

"And uh, I'll need a pair of ties and um..." no you are not losing momentum now. There is an idea and a goal and Victor is not going to laugh at you if it's horrible you can do this, "... if you have like... one of those light blocking sleep mask things?"

Because like hell is he going to be able to say the word blindfold to Victor.

Once again, Victor easily able to say what Yuuri isn't.

"A blindfold? I should have one in my travel bag," breezy as ever, he'll get Yuuri to his feet. One more tilt of Yuuri's chin upward to catch for a kiss and he'll ask, "anything else you have in mind?" Victor would draw a line at any sort of gag, he didn't care for those one bit, but getting tied up a little with a blindfold? Sounded nice so far.

"Just um... just a rule. If it's okay. But I don't want to tell you yet. If... that's okay?" and The Most Hesitant Dom Ever award goes to Yuuri Katsuki.

But look, he's doing this. 48 hours ago he was eating ice at the most important competition of his life and 24 hours ago he was crying on Makkachin and trying to put his brain back together and now he's about to tie Victor Nikiforov to his headboard. A tiny bit of hesitance is probably allowed. It might even be settling. They really don't know each other very well for all that Yuuri feels like Victor also knows him better now than anyone else. Clicking with another person this deep, this fast is like that, you forget all the ground you haven't covered.

Although somehow, he still knew Victor wouldn't want to be gagged. The man likes to talk too much.

"Rules can be fun, tell me when I need to know,"

Hesitance shows care and being careful is a good trait in this instance. Victor keeps his smile on, easy and comfortable, he's sure Yuuri has the judgement to not do anything too extreme. It's adorable to Victor that he's got a plan worked up in his head, nerves or otherwise, Victor wants to see what Yuuri has in store.

"Ties are in the closet and my travel bag is in the bathroom, help yourself. I'll get your laundry put out,"

"Okay..." and then he's walking into Victor's bedroom like he belongs there, like he has any idea where the closet is (he doesn't, but it's not hard to figure out) or what in the fuck he's doing. He has a sudden, desperate wish for his cell phone just so he could scream in all caps at Phichit for a second-- not really to brag or anything, but just so that another human being on this earth who would understand what all this meant would hear him.

He feels suddenly very, very alone.

Weirdly, though, although he takes a minute to stare blankly at the blinds like he's staring out the window at the rain, the thought kind of settles him. There's no one else here. Victor's openly and enthusiastically interested in doing this. If this doesn't work, if it's awful, he can just untie him and have him fuck him again and it will be alright. He's not used to doing something so outside of himself with such low stakes. It leaves him feeling almost dream-like when he goes and tries to pick the two least expensive looking ties out of Victor's array of them, moves back into the bathroom to get the mask. Everything feels sharper, somehow, but he feels disconnected, calm.

He sets the items on the bedside table, makes sure there's still lube in this room, and pulls the top blanket off the bed since it's still a mess from yesterday.

By the time Victor's back, he's also taken off his pants, though he's still in Victor's underwear and the sweater, which is oversized on Victor, and just barely is long enough on Yuuri to cover his ass in the back. The effect makes him look both waifish and determined and it's interesting, maybe, given the rest of the things he'd asked for, what they're going to do, that Yuuri would choose to make himself look more vulnerable.

"R-Ready?"

Victor has only the vaguest clue what Yuuri has in mind. Tying up and a blindfold and a rule. He's really excited by this, he adored anticipation and intrigue was a given. Victor couldn't guess what Yuuri might be thinking, he could only be surprised.

A quick call to the laundry service and he'll set out Yuuri's clothes along with some of the dirty sheets from the other room they messed up. Eventually they will want a clean place to sleep. Eventually.

When he does enter the room, Yuuri gets looked top to bottom and back up again, Victor's smile growing more mischeviously excited before meeting his eyes again. That's a good look, very good, and Victor wants to do more than look. Though, maybe he won't be looking much at all, considering the blindfold. A shame, but he gets the appeal.

"What are your orders, Yuuri?"

Well, that's like a suckerpunch.

His breath catches and he flinches a bit, but it's not because it's bad, it's because he doesn't know what to do with the intensity of the feeling that feels like it flows upwards through him like a current from the floor. It feels like everything is suddenly too fast and too slow at the same time-- like there's enough time to realize that he's both terrified and achingly hard and trying to ignore both things, but yet he's already crossing over to perch on the side of the bed, can already feel the silk of one of the ties between his fingers. He's fidgeting, running it over them. He never realizes it when he's fidgeting, but he does now.

Deep breaths. You can do this. It's okay. It's okay.

"Um..." getting himself to sound in any way commanding is a lost cause, but he's going to get the words out, he's determined to get to do this and this is the only way it happens. Deep breaths, "Lay down on your back on the bed with enough room that you can put your wrists together over your head." There's a hint of a question at the end, like he's also kind of asking if that's a reasonable thing to ask.

"As you wish," Victor listens carefully and moves to the bed. He'll lay himself back and stretch his hands up over his head. His body spreads out nicely, all beautiful curves and seductive expression. Flashing a look to Yuuri.

"Clothes on or off?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject