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"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!

He notes the navel, but he finds it hard to linger anywhere, despite taking his time. There's so much skin, he has to make sure he gets to it all. And then Victor says his name and can immediately tell why Yuuri hadn't wanted him to talk to him-- there's an immediate tension that Victor can feel run through him, almost like Yuuri's scared by hearing his name, like a deer in headlights or someone caught with their hand in a cookie jar. He's sitting up slightly, spell a little broken, maybe, or at least that's one way to read it,

"Huh? What did you say?" it's so sincere and the tension is genuine, that the way Yuuri palms his cock through the pants, firm and without any hesitation whatsoever a moment later can't be anything but a surprise, "I didn't catch it the first time." The second sentence has more of the teasing tone to it, to go with the motion of his hand.

There's a harsh intake of air as Victor's cock gets the more direct contact, taking him delightfully off guard. Direct is relative, there was still the pants between them, but the pressure is too sweet. He rubs against it needy and wanton, seeking more. The raw feeling of the fabric was frustrating in the best way, not quite enough and so much better than before despite it. Deprivation certainly seems to work wonders on Victor, but maybe that's because he's not used to it.

"N-nevermind," he finally breathes out, voice quivering out of a smirk, "I didn't mean it, whatever you want, Yuuri," he's clearly enjoying backing down, voicing his submission makes it all the more erotic. He's hoping that's not good enough for Yuuri, that he'll be punished or scolded for speaking out of turn. Then again, Yuuri could go right back to the slow teasing, pretend nothing happened at all. Victor's mind races through possiblities that come to mind, excited by them all.

It's clear that there's nothing wrong with him rubbing back against Yuuri's hand. It gets him more, almost immediately, palming motion going stroking a bit more, a little pleased noise following the motion.

He doesn't do the teasing to get submission like that, was expecting the opposite, actually, more begging, but it's... wow. He can't decide now which he wants more-- hearing Victor beg, or hearing him tell him he can have whatever he wants. It settles in his veins like lightning, except slower, more fizzing.

The blindfold, more than the ties, is the best idea Yuuri has ever had in his life. Knowing Victor can't see him makes him substantially less afraid of looking ridiculous, and that apparently extends to things that Victor doesn't need to be able to see to comprehend, because Yuuri leans down and nuzzles, firmly, at his cock through his pants a moment later, and he only really feels a passing level of self-conscious about it.

"Are you sure? You sounded like there was something you wanted," is breathed, low, against him and there's something playful about this, the same way they'd joked about supervillainy before.

"You villain," the playful tone does remind Victor of their silly chat over superheroes, in turn, "I said... I want out of these pants, please," saying this, he's greedy for the touch, rocking his hips into Yuuri even when it's his face nuzzling into it. Especially once it's his face, not that Victor can tell. It's just more contact and he wants to grind into it for added sensation.

His mind is at ease with the blindfold for the exact opposite reason. Yuuri can see him being a fool, but he can't for himself. He can't go and try to correct, to look cooler or more sexy, he just has to let instinct go for it. Yuuri's eating it up, hopefully, Victor unable to perform in the moment, every action sincere. All Victor can do is be resigned, hope Yuuri enjoys what he sees, find it satisfying that he's making Victor act foolish and desperate.

"Maybe that's the real plot twist," he jokes, "But I definitely heard you say I could do whatever I wanted..." He does peel Victor's pants down, but it's only enough so that he can get his mouth on the tip of his cock, only just barely, just enough to roll his tongue against it. It's sudden, but he does it less to get a reaction and more so he can't talk himself out of it. He's still got a bit of trepidation about doing this, for a number of reasons, but the way the smooth skin on the underside of Victor's cock feels against his tongue is unambiguously good and he finds himself rubbing it for a moment without really caring what that's probably doing to Victor.

Oh yeah, pants, that's right. He should do something about those, because Victor really did ask nicely.

In a minute. When he's gotten a little more of this.

He doesn't even realize he's moaned just a little, or sunk just a little deeper over him.

"Aaah, yes, Yuuri, yes, do what you want!" Victor can't mistake that soft and warm and damp feeling on his cock for anything else. It feel particularly good after the roughness of fabric rubbing against his cock, cooler than the friction burned while still being hot. His legs peak and spread, not wanting to writhe away from Yuuri or push in impatiently. He's reminded of Yuuri squishing his cock into Victor's lips, when he first went to kiss the man directly. It was cute, especially since Yuuri got so embarrassed by his own eager instincts.

"Not getting to see my, mmn, cock in your mouth, is real torture,"

"Mm..." for a moment, the little purr is the only response Victor gets, Yuuri sinking a little deeper over him. He doesn't like it as much when his mouth is too full. It's not bad, it's something he would be willing to do, but there's something about the shallower version, where he can still move his tongue in slow, teasing licks, that he enjoys on it's own merit and not because of how it feels to Victor. He feels like he could do this all night, hold Victor's cock half in his mouth and figure out all the ways he could slide his tongue against it.

"Next time," he pulls off enough to say, and it's both a bit like he's chiding Victor for being impatient and a bit like a promise. His mouth is full again a moment later, but he is trying to work off Victor's pants now, but having a bit of a hard time of it since he doesn't really want to stop sucking his cock.

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