[ The tie around Yuuri's wrists is simultaneously tight and soft, something that can only be said of good silk. He tugs his wrists to test them, and wonders if his hands are going to fall asleep like this, or his shoulders end up stiff. With his hands tied to the headboard of their bed there is little Yuuri can do but squirm, trying to make himself more comfortable.
Not even a year ago he might have been completely unsure about all of this, but now? Knowing exactly how much Viktor wants this, being able to see the look in his eyes once the restraints are tightened, Yuuri isn't unsure at all. Viktor gives him confidence in most things, and this is no exception. He wants this because Viktor wants this, and that's reason enough. He trusts him implicitly. ]
They're fine, Viktor, I promise. I can move my fingers.
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Not even a year ago he might have been completely unsure about all of this, but now? Knowing exactly how much Viktor wants this, being able to see the look in his eyes once the restraints are tightened, Yuuri isn't unsure at all. Viktor gives him confidence in most things, and this is no exception. He wants this because Viktor wants this, and that's reason enough. He trusts him implicitly. ]
They're fine, Viktor, I promise. I can move my fingers.