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"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...

"Haa, that's... Mnnn," Victor cuts off, forgetting to keep the commentary to himself. The little bit that does slip out isn't a warning or trepidation, it's openness. He won't say something stupid like "that's fine" as if he needed to give permission for anything standard as that after agreeing to be tied up. It's such a probing and less than sensual touch it's not quite worth begging for. Not yet, he needs to save that for something bigger and better, or it won't be taken seriously. He suspects Yuuri will focus more on the area, especially with how he aches just slightly up into the touch.

"You're allowed to talk," Yuuri reminds him, because the order wasn't for silence, just that he didn't want to be talked to, and it's possible that Victor just doesn't understand the difference and is erring on the side of caution, but Yuuri's aware it's also possible that he's just been misunderstood. He also pairs that with a little firmer touch to one nipple, fingers sliding down to play more softly with the other.

The shift is gradual, between exploration and experimentation, but it's soon pretty clear that Yuuri's increasing the sensation slowly into something more pinching and rolling, surprisingly unafraid to nudge a little closer to painful, though he'll back off a little instantly if there's a noise that sounds bad.

Nipples are very sensitive places, flushing red and stiffening under the touch as gradually as Yuuri's touch grew more bold. Victor's pressing into it, wiggling a little at the flicking and rolling, which did the most for him. He shrinks away as the touch gets too intense to be pleasant, his discomfort noted rather quickly by Yuuri who let's up. Intuitive, indeed, the lack of words really proved that. Lots of men needed to be told, explicitly, and while that could be fun this was an exhilarating change of pace, despite how relatively slow it was compared to earlier, with them falling and jumping all over one another.

"I, I never think to play with them.. haa, on my own," he'll chuckle a little to repeat his earlier sentiment, given permission to speak outward, a bit less overly cautious.

"Mm," Yuuri acknowledges the words, but doesn't say anything else for the moment, just leans down and soothes his mouth over the side that he'd been a little rougher with a moment ago, switching out toying with it with his fingers for his tongue, judging the difference in reaction.

It's not just Victor's reaction he's judging, either. Something about this is weirdly settling in him and he's too caught up in it to figure out what, just knows that everything feels kind of delicate, like he has to be careful, moreso than at any other point in his life, but he doesn't feel nervous. There is no bad, here. Victor is his for the moment, and he can do what he wants. He feels it down to his bones.

It's enough to get him to try a hint of teeth, still gentle, but a little more bold than he's been being.

"Mhmhm--ohh!" the first is a gentle hum at Yuuri pressing his mouth over, all soft lips and tongue for a moment. The teeth coming out gets the more surprised sound, delightfully so, it is Victor. Dragging along the sensitive area to create all the more pressure, he's always pleased by contrast and Yuuri seemed to have a knack for pacing. It could get boring, simply being toyed with like this, but Yuuri kept going, changing it up in new ways to make Victor squirm. He bites his lip after a moment, teeth on him don't have much staying power. They're best for him as a surprise, nothing to last long.

He switches after a moment, puts his mouth on the opposite one and plays with the other, wet now, with his fingertips. He keeps doing that for as long as it takes Victor to seem to get bored of it before he's making his way down and, so long as Victor isn't unexpectedly ticklish or doesn't react negatively, there's definitely an element of savoring to him as he makes his way down Victor's chest and abs.

The destination here is fairly obvious, but he detours to follow muscles down along Victor's hips with his mouth, hands, sliding back up to follow paths not yet taken. There's something lulling about it for him, a feeling he just kind of sinks into, and there's a shift where it's obvious this part is less exploring Victor out of curiosity or a need to arouse, but because Yuuri wants to. Because he likes touching him like this, peppering kisses everywhere, feeling the texture of skin under his fingers.

He's not meaning to be teasing about it, but he does maybe get caught up a little longer than he means to, considering how close he keeps coming to (and then avoiding) touching Victor's cock.

Victor's at ease with Yuuri taking his time, lingering over his body. Though he can't see Yuuri, there's something reverent about the touches he feels, the younger skater treating each bit of contact with care. If he doesn't rush over it, he'll find one of Victor's favorite spots to get attention; his naval. He's smiling with a wider, more excited expression, biting down on his tongue playfully as his abs subtly flex under the touch. There's throaty moaning and his legs tense, squirming without wanting to actually escape.

All the attention goes straight to Victor's dick, giving him another full erection soon. It's more obvious than ever in his sweatpants, which he didn't bother putting briefs on under, his cock far less restrained in the looser fabric. Yuuri avoiding touching anywhere direct is all the more for his anticipation, enjoying the build up of arousal even if his skin is getting sweaty with desire under Yuuri's hands and lips. Desperate for contact, even the simple rubbing of his pants across his dick gets a reaction. The frustration being caused should be satisfying for Yuuri to see, Victor's voice full of want.

"Yuuri," he'll hesitate, not wanting to give advice, not wanting to break the rule just yet, "please, take off my pants..." it should be alright so long as he begs!

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