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The risk makes it fun

Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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[Up for anything on the list, but my favorites are 1, 3, and 4.]

[ooc- you say medical kink on your f-list, and it's one of my guilty pleasures if you are game.]

( ooc; I'm down for that. )

[ooc- fantastic! I'd like her to be on the receiving end, either in a real medical scenario or a rp-in-rp. Whichever you'd prefer.]

[Seriously, OTA - the kinkier the better. Dubcon/noncon is okay, as are more angsty scenarios! (There's tons of fluff in yoi and I love it but I'm honestly just a terrible person haha.)]

[It's almost a wonder that he was able to get Yuuri dressed in a women's skating costume, or maybe even more so, how he ultimately allowed himself to be fully convinced to do so. Then again, as time continues to pass, they were up for trying new things now and again. Or rather, Viktor would bring up such ideas, sometimes completely at random, although it was especially exciting when Yuuri did so, instead. The whole of it was thrilling. Long ago were the days when Yuuri would stammer and scoot away from him at the most brief physical contact. More so, beyond everyone knowing they've very obviously been in a relationship for awhile, no one would ever know about this side.

At the moment, Yuuri is completely at his mercy. His wrists are tied behind his head, while his knees are spread wide, the soles of his feet pressed together, ankles tied just as well. Granted, both of these are ultimately easy enough for him to loosen up on his own. As for Viktor, he still is also dressed, albeit simply in a button-down top and a pair of slacks. Maybe at some other point this set up will be reversed. He wouldn't be opposed to it.

Viktor is currently seated on the edge of the bed next to him. The only touch Yuuri is being given is the slow sweep of only his fingertips. Down his arms, over his rib cage, along his legs and to the tips of his toes, then starting all over again. His crotch and nipples purposefully being worked around.

—However, he then leans in closer. Lips lightly brush Yuuri's ear, his voice low and warm.]

Am I doing it well? [He teases, grinning a little against him. Obviously Viktor doesn't need to ask. He just loves to hear just how lewd he can be.] You really should see yourself like this.

[As Yuri and Viktor grew closer, it became easier for them to share their innermost thoughts with one another - including all of the dirtiest, kinkiest things they'd been keeping to themselves. In public they're relatively chaste, but once they're tucked away somewhere private? Well, things like this happen. Yuri still gets nervous, still stammers and hesitates, but it's more of an instinctive reaction than it is a sign of him not wanting Viktor.

Being convinced to wear this costume wasn't easy, but eventually he relented. It wasn't that bad, really - white and sheer, with just a little bit of lace for the skirt, and decorated with silver crystals up along the shoulder. It could've been some Russian 1990s atrocity. Thankfully, Viktor has good taste.

Being tied up took absolutely no convincing at all, and now Yuri's squirming as best he can within his restraints, a blush high on his cheeks as he watches Viktor ~~torture~~ tease him. He arches up into the faint touches being bestowed upon him, soft sounds rising in his throat as his growing erection presses up against the tight fabric.

When he feels more than hears Viktor's words touch his ear, he shudders almost violently.] Please, Viktor - [His own voice is breathless and needy.] Please touch me properly...

[It's actually those little things which especially pleased Viktor the most, leaving him even more enamored. They mean that, even with everything - even with all of Yuuri's progress and development - he still is the same man he had completely fallen in love with. While it was a decision he made equally as far back, parting from him is an impossibility.

. . .But now really isn't the time for that train of thought.]

Properly? [He chuckles low. His fingers then move just a little higher, along his inner thigh.] That can sometimes be relative, you know?

[He resists the intense need to kiss him right now. It would only prevent something else he's desiring.]

Yuuri~ You'll have to be more specific.

[Right as he speaks does he give in just slightly with a feather-light touch with a single finger tip along the length of his cock, straining against the fabric of the costume. A one time action. If Yuuri wants more, he'll need to clearly state it.]

[ The faint touch is still enough to send sparks of pleasure cascading up through Yuri's body, and a loud, needy sound bursts from his mouth. He bites down on his lip immediately, but it's not quick enough to keep the embarrassing noise from escaping. ]

Please touch my cock! [ The words fall from him easily in his desperation, but the blush on his cheeks is redder than ever. He tries to push his hips up against Viktor's palm, but he's tied down too tightly to have much mobility. It's what he wants, of course, the teasing and the torture, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. ]

[So cute. (Or maybe also something different). The response brings a chill through him just as well. The fact that he can't get Yuuri like this - for him to speak such words - is no less than enthralling. Set aside arousing and pleasing, of course.

(Good, good. . .) He wants to hear more.]

You really do like to beg, don't you.

[Another thing he's discovered. He really is lewd. Viktor can tell, too, that this isn't something that simply stems from how Yuuri made his Eros routine his own.

As another little reward, to show how much he really does want to pleasure Yuuri all the more, both his index and middle finger go to either side of his erection. Knuckles bent, the touch is snug. He continues this time around to slowly move up and down his shaft. Just what else will this bring out of him?

. . .Although, before any answer can be given, Viktor's other hand moves up. Two fingers press against the other man's lips, urging him to take them into his mouth.]

[Yuri never knew just how much pleasure someone could make him feel - not until Viktor began to touch him. They've ascended to new heights time and time again, and each time Yuri thinks that it can't possibly feel any better. Viktor always manages to surprise him, though.

Despite how embarrassed he sounds, Yuri truly likes talking like this, just as much as he likes hearing Viktor egg him on. It takes time for his lips to loosen up enough to let the words out, but once he's comfortable, he can beg for hours. He knows, because Viktor's made him do it before.]

Yes, [he replies, his voice plaintive.] Please, Viktor - [but before he can continue he's whimpering again, his toes curling, as spikes of pleasure ripple up his body from his crotch. The fabric adds another sensation on top of the pressure of Viktor's fingers, and Yuri finds that he likes it, equal parts rough and silken.

He accepts the fingers easily, his tongue poking out to trail along those long, slim digits before his lips close around them, sucking lewdly. His gaze settles on Viktor's face, his eyes begging since his mouth can't.]

[For as impatient as Viktor can be at times, he loves to drag everything out as much as he possibly can. To pleasure them both, while always wanting to make a mess of Yuuri. . . not that the other will do so to him at times. The give and take between them is no less than thrilling, while of course plenty arousing. He loves being at Yuuri's mercy, to ride him into exhaustion, just as much as he desires the opposite.

. . .and right now, that's certainly how it is.

Viktor leans down to finally kiss him. It's slow and deep, and something he'll savor, softly moaning into it.

His hand continues below, the grip to either side of his cock tightening a little further, squeezing a bit every time it brushes up along the head. His breath then catches in the first moments after Yuuri takes his fingers in. Viktor parts them a little, allowing his tongue to press between them.

By now he's become incredibly stiff, his cock visibly straining against his slacks. The sensation is blissful, leaving him still in no rush to strip down. At least not immediately. He may very well become too impatient soon, though.

Instead he begins to slide his fingers in and out of Yuuri's mouth.]

Good boy. . .

[I love prompts 3, 4, 6, and I'm curious about 16 if not outright down for it. <3 No 8 unless it's consensual non-consent, nor 2, 11, 13 nor 20 unless it's rp-in-rp.]