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Relationship rules for our mutual benefit:
I. Respect my schedule (see attached). Notify me of any dates, events, or travel that would require me to miss a professional engagement at least two weeks in advance. If I am unable to attend any said events I will notify you at least one week in advance. For dates etc. that do not require me to miss work, twenty-four hours notice will suffice.
II. Do not come to my place of work or residence without my prior notice and consent. In unscheduled public encounters please wait for me to initiate familiarity.
III. Do not take any identifying images of me, or post any such images to any social media without my prior notice and consent.
IV. Any kinkplay, BDSM, dom/sub, toy play, etc. must be separately negotiated.
V. Please respect our financial differences. While I take pleasure in your generosity, I prefer not to be unnecessarily reminded of the specific monetary value of any gifts, dates, or travel expenses. This includes all avoidable receipts and price tags.
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Yuuri refuses to fidget as he reclines in an uncomfortable designer chair that matches the glaringly upscale decor of the bistro which serves as a casual weekday lunch spot for the man sitting across from him. He ignores the way his eighty percent off black silk women’s blouse catches on the scratchy material of his seat, instead focusing on keeping his eyes hooded and sensual as Victor Nikiforov scans his carefully typed list of conditions for a social and/or sexual, no strings attached but potentially exclusive (for the right price) relationship.
“Well?” Yuuri asks, once Victor has finished reading. The handsome businessman sets the single sheet of paper back on the table with the rest of the necessary papers outlining Yuuri’s financial information, schedule, and certificate of clean health from the local STD clinic. Victor’s expression can only be described as affronted , and Yuuri braces himself to hear which of his rules has offended his potential...er, sponsor .
“As if any companion of mine would ever lay eyes on a price tag. How positively gauche. ”
The knot in Yuuri’s gut unravels all at once as Victor takes one of his hands between his own. They’re soft and smooth, the way only hands with a regular manicure schedule can be. Oh, Yuuri is so looking forward to being taken care of again.
“Honestly, Mr. Katsuki, I’m concerned about the class of company you’ve been keeping,” Victor continues, a playful gleam in his eye tempering his mock sternness. Yuuri bites back a grin, and instead turns his mouth soft and simpering.
“I know, it’s terrible,” he agrees, his gaze demure as Mr. Nikiforov practically fondles his hand, “I think, maybe, I just need someone to look after me. Someone handsome...with impeccable taste.”
Victor’s grin widens, and he presses a kiss to Yuuri’s knuckles that has his cheeks heating.
“Yuuri,” he says, curling his accent around the long u , “I think we are going to have a lot of fun together.”
Yuuri tilts his chin to the side, highlighting the soft curve of his throat and the blush he knows is dusting his cheeks pink.
“I think so too.”
Yuuri flicks his eyes up, holding Victor’s gaze through the fringe of his dark eyelashes.
“...Daddy.”