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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?"

"Oh! Um... off. Please," he winces at the please and the way he knows he's now the one blushing all the way down his chest, probably. He certainly feels like his cheeks are about to catch fire.

It's a struggle, but he keeps breathing, keeps moving forward.

As soon as Victor lays back down, he's moving in to wrap the tie around his wrists before he loses his nerve. Whether it's deliberate or because he's just not good at it is in some debate, but he doesn't tie them very tightly, almost too loose, in fact, until he winds the other tie through them and uses that to secure him to the headboard.

"Is that... okay?" he's asking about a lot of things with that okay, but Victor's done this before, he trusts him to understand them. And then he adds, "Could you flip over like this, if I asked you to?" He can barely look at him at this point without losing his nerve, but he's still forging ahead.

Victor strips his clothes off before he watches Yuuri tie the knots, curious how the man will do it. A short tug and the tie holds, not getting tighter or loosening. Perfect, really, the loosening knot would fall apart and the tightening kind could get uncomfortable. He'll roll onto his side, the ties twisting easily, before falling again to his back.

"Feels good to me, Yuuri," short and sweet, he's eager to follow along, hoping that keeps Yuuri moving. "Do I get to know the rule, yet?"

"It's... kind of a weird one. And I don't know if I can explain why, exactly but don't... um... don't," he's kind of mangled the blindfold a little so he puts it on Victor mostly to get it out of his hands, though likely he should have done that the other way around, or maybe with a little more grace about himself.

"Don't talk to me." There's a pause, "I mean, obviously I want you to if there's something wrong! And you can still talk, just... no questions or anything. Don't talk to me." There's another pause because, no wait, that's not quite right,

"Unless you want to beg for something," he says it remarkably casually. But this part is easier, now that he's started. It's just a theoretical. He's not actually going to be able to make Victor beg for anything. "But I don't want you to do it unless you're really serious about it. No instructions."

He's not sure if any of that makes sense, but he just... needs to be able to do something at his own pace, to earn it, really, really badly and he knows he's not going to be able to do that if Victor keeps leading him along and overwhelming him all the time. He really, really likes all of that. He just wants to try this, too.

There is a rather intrigued if confused look on Victor's face until no instructions. He gets it. That makes sense and he'll lick across his lips, not able to make a zip up gesture with his hands bound. Yuuri wants to do this on his own, no guidance, no coaching.

"Okay. You'll do all the talking," he's ready for this, sure, he's curious what Yuuri might discover for himself, this way.

"I don't really know if I will," Yuuri says, after a moment, because that's not really why he doesn't want Victor to talk. He's bad at talking. He just doesn't want this to turn into Victor seducing him again. Or humoring him, though he's aware he's kind of humoring him just by letting him get him like this.

He adjusts the blindfold and then just kind of sits back and takes a moment to look, now that he knows Victor isn't looking back. That includes just kind of... checking in with everything, so it likely feels like he's deliberately making Victor wait, building anticipation, but it's really just that he hasn't had a chance to process much.

Okay. So he's tied skating legend Victor Nikiforov to the headboard of his own bed. That's a thing.

Also, he has tied a man to the headboard of his own bed, which is also a thing.

He's stuck in Russia for god only knows how long and he's not a virgin anymore and he seems to have jumped headfirst into the sexuality swimming pool, and, given a moment to really just kind of stare at how attractive Victor is and get to be alone in his head, he's... really pretty alright with all of that. He kind of feels like screaming a little bit, but it's the good kind of screaming. The "yes you're really going to Disney World" kind. He allows himself a really doofy grin and an excited expression like a kid on Christmas.

He's got Victor Nikiforov naked and tied to his headboard.

He starts with the hands first. It occurs to him that maybe he should wait until they're a little more strained, but they're also safe and he wants to start with something safe. So hands are good. There's no rule that says he can't come back. There aren't any rules at all. So his thumbs press into Victor's palms, rubbing out any tension there, firmly.

So, it's dark and he's waiting and the anticipation is wild. He can imagine Yuuri is taking his time to admire the scene, but he doesn't know. There's no feedback, really, just the tension of building with time passing.

Finally, Yuuri's hands find his and Victor's finger curl back again them. A smile on his face as he swallows words, wanting to pry and tease, but needing to remind himself not to. Rules need to be observed before there's any satisfaction in breaking them.

Yuuri's mouth is next, a little nuzzle into Victor's palms while his hands trail a little further down, tracing lightly down the inside of his arms. It feels a little silly like this to nibble up one, slide just enough of one of them into his mouth to rub his tongue against the pad of the fingertip, but he does it anyway, judging the reaction.

If it's good, there's a repeat of it on a different finger of the other hand, everything about Yuuri intensely exploratory at the moment.

The feeling up of his arms will get a subtle writhe into the feeling, Victor's smile still wide and playful. The expression has camped out there, looking quite contented to stay. Less subtle is the press and drag of his finger tips against Yuuri's tongue, searching out more of the feeling. He's wanting to match each touch as best he can, physically perform some sort of enjoyment since he was told not to speak.

It's difficult, to not provide some commentary. He cuts off his brain from chuckling out cute or that's good, holding it in and trying to express with just small motions of his body. He tries to push teasing questions out of his mind, wanting to draw Yuuri's voice out. Only if he begged, now was too soon for that, he'd have some patience.

He wasn't really told not to speak, though, just not to talk to Yuuri. There's a difference between "that's good" and "why don't you do this instead". There's a difference between appreciating and guiding and Yuuri only wants the former. But if Victor doesn't want to talk or if he didn't make the difference clear enough, he'll take the silence instead. If Victor started giving him pointers he'd never be able to do this-- not like how he wants to.

He spends a little more time on his fingers, but then his mouth is trailing down one arm, fingers sliding back up to match his pace down the other. He tries kisses and the drag of lips and teeth on the thin skin there, testing for what gets the best response, repeating those for a moment before continuing downwards, until his thumbs are rubbing warm, firm circles in the bends of Victor's elbows and he can test his own mouth on the skin of his neck, starting from the shoulders.

Victor wouldn't be thinking much of the touch to his arms, but the blindfold changes that. When he can see what's happening, only vaguely anticipate what he might feel next, it's very exciting. His heart thumps in his chest, not quickly but he can feel it, focus on his own body rather than any visuals. All there is is Yuuri's touch and his skin and his rushing blood. The first audible reaction Yuuri is getting is that kiss to his neck, a low and approving grumble escaping Victor's throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, curling to allow Yuuri more access.

There's an answering little noise from Yuuri, pleased and encouraging and then one hand is coming down to tilt Victor's head to the side by his chin, not because he doesn't think Victor would turn his head on his own, but because he wants to be the one to do it.

He tries a line of slow and sweet kisses up his neck, until he can nose behind his ear, warmly, breathe across it a moment later. There's a tentative nibble against his ear and then a more purposeful drag of teeth, everything still feeling not so much hesitant as just exploring, cataloguing. It's not cold by any means, but there's a certain level of testing happening, like Yuuri's learning all of this.

He is learning all of this. He's never gotten to touch someone like this before and even though he logically knows Victor would not only let him but be over the moon for him to have responded like this any of the other times they've been tangled up in one another, he's been too nervous to.

There's nothing cold about this, in Victor's mind, it's all warmth and intimacy. being constrained to his current position, his muscles can only relax so much, tensing with each touch and then easing into it, accepting each drag of hands or lips. Surprise, tension, release; repeated and repeated. He can anticipate where Yuuri might move next, so he's either surprised when Yuuri does something different or satisfied he had guessed correctly. There's also a lack of input required of him, which he can ease into if he likes, accept Yuuri's exploration with full submission.

The nuzzling back to his ear gets a ticklish kind of giggle, Victor biting his lower lip to hold it in. It passed with the addition of teeth, a quivering breathe escaping in it's place. It's not intense, but it's pleasant, for certain. Enjoyment didn't always have to be wild and overreacted, after all. It was good to have subtly, it made the highly exciting parts even more exciting, by contrast.

It's weird to have Victor so silent, but he's not sure whether or not he likes it, so he doesn't tell him to stop just yet. He does kiss back down until he finds a place where his mouth causes a larger reaction to almost delicately suck a tiny hickey into Victor's neck. It's all he has the nerve for, a tiny little mark that probably could be easily hidden, before he sits back a little, hands sliding down his chest.

He's still not sure what Victor meant much earlier with the comment when he'd been teasing Yuuri's nipples, but he also figures it's all part of the... not game exactly, but whatever this is, so he tests out circling one gently with a fingertip, more curious than sensual, but if there's a good reaction, it will hardly stay that way for long...

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