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“Is this really necessary?”
“Yes. I need to know your boundaries before I can decide if this is going to work.”
“What about your boundaries?”
The brunet man, hair pushed back effortlessly, leaned further back into the couch, smirking at Victor. “I’m sure Chris has told you, I don’t have many of those.”
The eye contact maintained long enough to send a shiver up Victor’s spine. He looked away first.
"Can't we just talk about it?" Victor asked, more shy than he expected he would be. He had come this far, was he really going to draw the line at a contract?
Yuuri leaned forward to gently tug the stack of papers from Victor's grasp. The rolled up sleeves of Yuuri's shirt were doing nothing to help his rapidly beating heart.
"We can talk, if that would make you more comfortable. I'll fill this out for you, and we can both sign it at the end."
Sinking back into the sofa, Victor tried his best to shrink from the predatory grin on the face of the stunning man seated across from him. He was surely being dramatic; Yuuri had been nothing but kind since he first initiated contact, but something about this meeting had him feeling like nothing more than today's prey.
Normal relationships didn't begin like this. Usually, when you were being set up by your friend, it was a coffee date, maybe dinner. With someone they think you could really get along with. "He's totally your type, I'll give him your number," they'd say.
And they were right. Yuuri was his type. But not the type he wanted to meet over coffee, apparently.
"How much experience do you have?"
"I've dabbled here and there. Not usually like this though… the other way, I guess," Victor forced a laugh, not understanding why he was blushing. Victor didn't blush. He made other people blush.
Yuuri looked at him, appraising. "So you've dommed before?"
"Yes, a few times. It didn't quite feel right. I suppose that's why I'm here."
Looking around the room, despite the knot of anxiety wound in his chest, Victor couldn't really point out any causes for concern. The room was clean, remarkably so. There wasn't a couch cushion out of place, no signs of dust on the stack of coffee table books. Everything had a place; normally, Victor would feel like he didn't belong in a place like this, but somehow, he felt as if Yuuri had intentionally left room just for him.
"I'm glad you didn't give up after a few bad experiences.” Yuuri’s eyes were kind. “Alright, I'm going to go through a list, you tell me if you enjoy any of these things, or if you have a soft or hard limit on them."
Victor picked up the glass of water before him before responding, "Soft or hard limit?"
"Yes, if you draw the line at something, in which case I will never perform the act, that would be a hard limit. A soft limit would be for things you've maybe tried in the past, didn't love, but would be interested in trying again. Or maybe things that sound scary or uninteresting, but you would give a try with me." Victor hesitated, taking a sip from his glass instead of answering, so Yuuri continued.
"I know we haven't spoken much, but we can revisit this list frequently. It's okay if something is a hard limit now and you want to try it later, and vice versa. This is all about trust. I'm trusting you to be honest with your desires, and you're trusting me to respect your boundaries."
Yuuri was smiling, a soft curve of his lips, the smallest slope he had ever seen to be considered a smile, but strangely, it made Victor want to trust it. It wasn't the dazzling grin he gave to the press, not the persuasive smirk he threw to reporters. He was real, not pretending.
He took a deep breath, "Okay."
Yuuri's smile widened briefly before he focused his attention back down to the papers, thankfully missing the blush creeping into the tips of Victor's ears.
"Okay. Oral? Receiving: enjoy, soft limit, hard limit?"
"Um, enjoy."
"Performing?"
"Enjoy," Victor's answer came quieter. The corner of Yuuri's lip turned up.
"Bottoming."
"Enjoy."
"Topping."
"...soft limit." Victor looked away as Yuuri glanced up at him, but the other man just continued after checking off a box on his contract.
"Being restrained?"
"I don't know, I've never tried."
"I'll mark it as a soft limit, and we'll come back to it, okay?"
Victor nodded, still looking anywhere else.
"Victor?" He turned his head quickly back to the dark haired man. Yuuri looked at him seriously, traces of the recent smile missing from his face.
"For your safety and my sake, please get into the habit of answering me verbally when you're able."
"Yes, sir." Victor immediately responded before realizing what he had said. He floundered, mouth opening and closing wordlessly before speaking up again. "I mean, I'm– sorry."
Yuuri chuckled, a warm, relaxed sound that wound Victor up into a coil.
"You can call me whatever you want, Victor."
And so it continued, down the list of kinks, most of which Victor couldn't decide which category to place them in. Yuuri took it all in stride, stopping Victor from trying to explain that, yes, he had tried hair pulling and overstimulation before, but never on himself and how could he know if it was a hard limit or a soft limit–
"And that's everything on the list. You're doing great so far," Yuuri spoke softly as Victor preened without understanding why. "What would you like to use as the safe word?"
"Mine is usually Makka."
“Makka?”
“My dog. Makkachin.”
"I would prefer a new word, one you haven't used with previous partners."
"Oh, um," Victor stuttered out, wanting to flinch at Yuuri's intense gaze.
"Have you ever used the traffic light system?"
"No, I haven't."
"I'll check in if I feel it necessary or you can use any of these whenever you want or need to, you can let me know "green" if everything is fine. "Yellow" is for when you don't necessarily want things to stop, maybe you want to continue the scene but need to pause. Proceed with caution, essentially. "Red" is the typical safe word. If you call that out, everything stops and we move to aftercare, or whatever is necessary. How does that sound?"
Victor was nodding along as Yuuri spoke, but he quickly corrected himself, "Yes, yes, sounds good."
Yuuri smiled at him again and Victor worked hard to try to memorize the expression.
"Okay, great," he replied, flipping to the last page. Yuuri leaned forward, offering the contract back to him. "The last page of this lists some of my conditions. We shared our test results already, but I would like it if we continued that monthly."
Victor met Yuuri's eyes and agreed quickly. The RSF already demanded all sorts of tests each month, so making an extra copy of it made no difference to him.
"Secondly, this is not the only thing I do with my time, as I'm sure it's not the only part of your life. We only communicate through agreed on methods, currently the cell phone numbers we have provided. You will not show up here unannounced. If you see me in public, we have never met before under this context, and I will return the courtesy. Are we in agreement?"
Victor sighed in relief. "Yes, thank you, I'm so glad you feel that way." He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing, "I don't know what people would say if–"
"No need to explain. Anything that happens here, stays here." Yuuri smirked mischievously. "Our little secret."
Victor gulped.
"My last condition might be considered unusual to you. Maybe this is atypical of this type of relationship, but I ask for exclusivity."
"Oh, um, yeah, I'm not seeing anyone or anything."
"And you won't, not while you're my sub. For both our safety and for this relationship, your body, your orgasms, your attention are mine." Yuuri pinned Victor to the sofa with his gaze. His eyes narrowed to feline slits.
"And does that exclusivity go both ways?" Victor breathed out.
"Don't like to share?" In a typical situation, he would have had a snotty response, but he sat silently until Yuuri took pity. The brunet cocked his head to the side, leaving Victor short of breath.
"Don't worry, Victor. I always reciprocate,” he said sweetly.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. Victor couldn’t tell if he was imagining the sexual tension between them.
“One last question, before you sign,” Yuuri broke the silence first. “Naturally, Chris told me a little about why he thought of me when you said you were looking for a dom, what you were looking for.” Resting his elbows on his knees, Yuuri clasped his hands together. “I’d like to hear from you, Victor. What do you want to get out of this? Why are you here?”
A deer in headlights, Victor couldn’t look away from him. A shiver danced up his spine as he thought of what he wanted with Yuuri. The flirty texts the first time he reached out to Victor. The husky voice on the phone when Yuuri called to set up their meeting. Victor barely knew him and he hated it, but he felt like Yuuri saw him. He was asking what Victor wanted, but he already knew.
“I’m not sure what you already know, um. I have the misfortune of being a rather… high-profile figure in my field, I suppose. Every choice I make is scrutinized, what I order for lunch, how I wear my hair. I can’t tie my own sk- shoe laces without an article being written about it.”
Yuuri was watching him curiously, but he remained quiet.
“I don’t know what I want, but I need someone else to take over. Someone else to decide, to take care of me, to not question me and everything I do,” Victor’s voice hitched; he closed his eyes finally, wanting to hide the sudden intense emotion welling up. “I’m here because Chris said you could be that person.”
“I can be. If you can keep being honest with me, I can give you what you need.” Yuuri reached out, offering a pen. "If you're in agreement, sign on the dotted line."
This was it. He had waited days for this. A drunken cry to Chris, and the mischievous friend had summoned up the ideal man for Victor. Someone that would take control, never ask him to make decisions, never ask for his money or his fame. Someone that would take care of him. And he was offering himself up with just the promise of staying clean and remaining only his.
Victor couldn't sign fast enough.
Yuuri’s lips curled in a way Victor didn't yet understand as he took the contract back, signing his own name with a flourish. He rested the stack of paper on the coffee table, placing the pen perfectly parallel alongside it, before settling back in his seat.
"Please come here, Victor."
Eyes shooting up from the contract, Victor took in the single seated armchair Yuuri sat in.
"I'm sorry?"
Yuuri– his new dom, he supposed– simply raised a hand from his lap, reaching out to Victor matter-of-factly.
"I won't ask again."
Hesitantly, Victor rose from his seat, letting his own hand come to rest on the one outstretched to him. He was guided around the coffee table to stand in front of the armchair. He was looking down at Yuuri, his own blue eyes gazing into pools of chocolate. Victor had to fight the urge to look away, simultaneously wanting to be anywhere else and nowhere else.
Those eyes could see right through him, he knew it. Even if Yuuri only knew Victor Nikiforov, the man before the cameras, he would still see him. The man begging to be dominated, signing away his sex life to a man he just met, just to feel something again.
"Today was just about meeting and seeing if we could agree on the contract, " Yuuri said as he rested a hand on the back of Victor's thigh, tugging forcefully, but still with gentle hands. "I find it's easier to start our first scene if we break the ice."
He pulled, and Victor stumbled into his lap, knees digging into the cushions on either side of Yuuri. Victor's heart was beating faster than it did during a skating routine, his face so close to the beautiful man beneath him. Yuuri had a glint in his eye and Victor so desperately wanted to know what it promised.
He rested his hands on Yuuri's shoulders, breath hitching as he felt a strong grip on his thigh, Yuuri's other hand sliding sensually up to his cheek.
"I think a kiss today might make next time a little more comfortable, don't you agree?"
Victor breathed in a gasp and Yuuri's nose touched his own, tracing up and stopping before their lips could touch.
"Yes," Victor whispered, closing his eyes, "Please."
The moment the words left his mouth, Yuuri's lips were on his. Victor felt fire everywhere their skin touched. He was being devoured by this man he barely knew and he couldn't find it in him to save himself. Their lips were magnets, tongues exploring new territory, hot breath mingling.
On his lap, Victor sat slightly taller than Yuuri, forcing his neck to bend down to meet him. Even still, Yuuri made him feel small, like he could overpower him and Victor could and would do nothing to stop it. His long hair slipped out from behind his ears, curtaining around them, and Yuuri almost immediately moved, reaching both hands up to tangle in the silver strands.
Yuuri tugged on his hair, eliciting a moan from Victor, who didn't know it could make him moan. He kept tugging until their lips separated, Victor flushed and panting.
With a start, Victor realized Yuuri barely looked affected, even as his own lungs struggled to keep up with his desire to lock lips until he suffocated.
Meanwhile, Yuuri's calm gaze was fixed on his eyes, almost making him feel self conscious. Victor moved to get off his lap, but Yuuri's arms wrapped around his waist, hands pressing firmly into the small of his back.
"I'll change "hair pulling" to "enjoy" then, hmm?"