SNOLGIN PROPOSAL!!!!!

[09:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin licks his lips, and slaps where he just punched, playfully. "<Is this good, lover?>" he asks, breathing hard, his own cock looking pretty neglected and very, very ready for attention.
[09:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a funny noise in his throat, followed by a slightly sheepish laugh. "Nnnhh- <Yeah, real good...>" He mumbles, sending a pleased, lopsided smile up to his lover- though, for a moment, his eyes briefly glance down to his boyfriend's cock, and that smile turns to a smirk. Oh, David would be more than happy to give Volgin's poor, ignored dick the attention it deserves...

"<... What do you want, Solnyshko?>" He asks, voice low, both of his hands sliding to cup Volgin's neck, palms rough and warm. "<I want to please you, too.>"
[10:00 PM] Yevgeny Volgin answers, fervently and adoringly, "<You,>" and runs his hand down David's chest, traces his fingertips over welts, circumnavigates the new tender spot he left and strokes David's hip. "<I want you, always, smiling and happy and at my side, so I can kiss you and look at you and make sure you get all the things you need.>"
[10:01 PM] Yevgeny Volgin would probably marry David, if the concept wasn't vaguely absurd. Gay marriage? What's that?
[10:07 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes an almost pained sound at those words, and his cheeks go flushed- more than they already were at the blooming bruises. Oh. "O-Oh." He... He melts a bit, shivering, and he really hadn't expected that. He'd asked, expecting an answer in the moment, what Volgin would like to do right now, like if he wanted David to suck his dick, or if he wanted to beat him more, or something. But not that- and yet that's so much better, and it makes David's heart ache.

His strength comes back to him, and he hooks his arms around Volgin's neck again, pulling him in close, into a brief, heated kiss, into- into a tight hug, God, it almost hurts, how nice it feels to have someone love him so much, want to stay with him so badly. "<I want you, too, Yevgeny...>" He mumbles against his lover's ear, voice gruff and whispered. "<I don't think that... I've ever been this happy before I met you.>"
[10:16 PM] Yevgeny Volgin kisses him back, and holds him back, and breathes in the smell of him, even if the smell is mostly sweat and sleepdrool and skin and hair, and makes a little noise like David just grabbed his heart and squeezed. "<Then I'll have to stay forever,>" he whispers, "<to keep you happy, David.>" Hell, even if it's an absurd idea-- "<I'd marry you, and promise myself to your side, never to leave, if you wanted it. I'd get your name tattooed over my heart and wait on you like a servant, if you told me to, or roll on the floor like a dog and lick your feet, I'd do anything you wanted of me, as long as it makes you happy.>"
[10:24 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't care if it's an absurd idea in most of the world in either of their times. It still hits him like a punch right to his heart and makes him whine, turning his head to bury his face against Volgin's neck for just a minute as he hugs him tight, fingers curling and bunching in the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt. "Y-You're joking." He finally says, accidentally slipping back into English, his voice muffled and growling against the other man's neck. "You gotta be, right? Why would you... Why would anyone want to be with me that much?? I just-"

God, he sounds pathetic, and he forces himself to stop right there, pulling his face away from Volgin's neck to kiss him instead, needy and eager and so, so in love. He doesn't bite, just a feverish kiss that lasts several long seconds, before he breaks it to smile against his lover's lips. "<I want to make you happy, too.>" He says, pressing their foreheads together. "<You don't have to serve me or do tricks or brand yourself or do anything so ridiculous, I just want you with me. I want to make you happy, too, Yevgeny, my sunshine.>"
[10:33 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: "<I'm happy when I'm with you. I'm so happy, with you. I could live my whole life with you and never be sad or bored, because I'd have you there, my David, my pup, my dazzling beloved pup,>" he answers, "<so just stay with me, and I'll stay with you, and we can both be happy forever.>" Shit, who gives a fuck if it's stupid? Volgin has said a lot of stupid, naked things in his life, and he kisses David, just as fervent and hot, and begs him, "<Be my husband, love? I don't care if it's just for us, I'll buy us bands and we can have a party and anytime we're apart we can know that we'll still always be together.>"
[10:45 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin whines, really, really whines, and he loses his words for a minute there, just nuzzling and smooching against his boyfriend's face and lips, oh, he loves him. He loves him. David loves him. He- He actually feels his eyes start to sting, his face hot, and all he can do is hold tight onto Volgin and try not to embarrass himself too much.

"<Are you- Are you sure it's not too soon?>" He asks when he finally finds his words again- he has to ask, the side of him that's all about trying to stay calm and rational, ingrained in him, won't let him not consider it. It's only been a few months, after all. He can name a few people who would probably give him crap for this. But he doesn't give a shit about what they think right now- he wants to make sure that Volgin is certain about this. If he is, then... maybe David could be, too. His voice has a slight tremble to it. "<I just... I want to know that you're absolutely sure. Please, tell me, Yevgeny... are you sure?>"

Their foreheads together, David's eyes, ice blue and maybe slightly misty, are trained on Volgin's, and his body is shaking lightly.
[10:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin meets his eyes, even though being this close makes his vision split, and David looks rather more like a cyclops than the beautiful man he is, and then closes his eyes and kisses him. "<I'm as certain as I've ever been about anything,>" he says, firmly, and nudges his nose against David's. "<I know I love you, and I know I want you, and I know I'll never want to leave you, lover. I'll never tire of you, or want more than you, and you're my dearest friend in the world besides.>" He breaks out into a breathless grin, and kisses David's forehead, and lets him know, "<Waiting longer will only mean I'll love you more when I ask again, and I can love you more and more every day just as well with a ring on my finger, love.>"
[11:02 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin whimpers, and closes his eyes as well, pecking his lips against Volgin's. Practically every word makes him shiver, makes him fill with joy and a need to hear more, more. "<I love you, too. I love you and I want to be with you, I want to have you to come back to even when I have to leave and fight for my cause, even if I have to be gone a while. I->" He chokes a bit, and clears his throat, keeping his eyes shut tight- they're burning. "<I want all of this, I want all of you... I guess I'm just a bit worried it's too soon. Even though I don't think waiting any longer is going to change anything, heh.>"
[11:04 PM] Yevgeny Volgin whispers, "<You have all that already. We can wait as long as you want, love, but you already have me, all of me, for forever.>"
[11:14 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a shuddering breath, before his face breaks into a lopsided grin, and he kisses the man. He kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him, still smiling against his lips and his eyes are wet and he doesn't even notice. "<I love you, Yevgeny, I love you!>" David says, desperation in his hoarse, shaking voice. "<Please, I'll- I want to. Yes. I want this, want you.>"

And then he laughs against Volgin's mouth, a bright, cheery sound, something so foreign for him, but here it is. "Fuck it. Let's do it. Why the hell not?"
[11:23 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has never heard David laugh like that, but oh, is it music-- he wants to hear it every day-- and he kisses and kisses and kisses back. "Who's going to stop up?" he asks, breathlessly, and laughs back, absolutely buoyant with joy, and rolls them over, arms around David's waist and lips on his face. "How soon do you want? We could buy rings tomorrow, and throw a party at Tori's  the day after-- do you want a honeymoon? We could go to someplace far away, and take a tour of all the honeymoon suites and fuck on every surface."
[11:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin laughs again as they're rolled over, laying atop Volgin now, his tail free to wag in the air. He's grinning, and he growls against his lover's lips, ears perked forward. "No one that matters. We don't need a church- I don't believe in any God anyways. And we don't need any Government and it's laws or sanctions, I don't give a damn what they want. I just need you." Then a quieter laugh, "And maybe a witness, at the least, to remember and prove to the world what we have together."

He growls again, and kisses Volgin again, nibbling his lip for a moment. "Mmmnnh... I want it as soon as we can, without rushing it. Make sure we get good rings. Make sure we pick a good day. And-" And another laugh, that's what! And wet eyes, blinking blearily through the damp haze. "And a h- a honeymoon, that sounds fantastic. Fuck, I can't- this has got to be a dream, right? Saying all this- it's crazy, doesn't feel real, I've gotta still be asleep with you on your way home, right? There's no fucking way I'm talking about- about a [b]honeymoon[/b], about... about marr-marrying someone, for real."
[11:50 PM] Yevgeny Volgin kisses his eyelids, tenderly, and says, "Well, if it IS a dream, you should ask me to marry you when you wake up. I'll say yes." But it's not a dream, and he's grinning as widely as he ever has in his life, so much it hurts a little, but how can he do anything less? "And then I'll ask if you want to go to-- to Japan, maybe. What's Japan like, nowadays?" His boyfriend loves nature, they could go on a tour of shrines and temples and high mountain places.
[11:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a soft growling noise at Volgin kissing his eyelids, his eyes going shut and staying that way- it's easier to keep a grip on how fucking wet his eyes are, like this, even if some of the dampness had started to gather in his eyelashes. He sniffs, quietly, and decides not to mention that Master Miller had told him a few times that he wanted to take David to Japan sometime. That sort of thing isn't for now. Maybe later.

"Like everything else is nowadays. Like it was then, just a bit older, politics moving slowly." He snorts, and nuzzles against Volgin's face again. "Though I hear the technology they're making over there is insane these days. Also, really weird cartoons that people are obsessed with for some reason."

And then David gives Volgin's lips a peck. "I wouldn't mind going, though."
[12:18 AM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "I was there, once, in the fifties, and the mountains are beautiful. We could walk up and down the whole island, from mountain to mountain-- I remember hearing about a town where you can pet and feed deer, though I never made it there-- it would be wonderful to see it with you." He kisses back, and buries his hands in David's hair. "We could sleep in tents, and fuck on the sacred magical mountains, instead of in honeymoon suites!" he adds, like that makes it sound more tempting, grinning up at David and slowly scraping his hands down his boyfriend's back, to stroke the base of his tail and oh hey they were building up to having sex, weren't they? Volgin ought to jostle this pretty buzzy dildo in David's cute butt.
[12:24 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin kinda likes hearing Volgin suggest ideas for a honeymoon- an actual honeymoon, just for them. He's actually doing this- him, of all people. David feels a bit choked up again, and just listens quietly a bit longer, afraid that if he tried to talk, he might finally lose control of his emotions.

But then the talk segues into something more sexual, and he has to chuckle a bit, and press a playful kiss to the corner of Volgin's mouth, enjoying the feel of his lover's hands raking down his back and making him shudder, his tail wagging faster in the hair when those hands are at its base... Oh!! David groans loudly, arching his back down, hips rolling and raising up into the air slightly. Shit- somehow he forgot that toy was in there, fuck, that felt nice. "Mmmnnngh... Fuck, that felt good..."
[12:27 AM] Yevgeny Volgin's wedding proposal did rather interrupt the sexy stuff, didn't it? But Volgin is smiling, tenderly, and slaps David on the butt, and suggests, "Maybe we can celebrate getting engaged right now by having sex on our bed." It sounds like a good idea to him, and he roll his hips up against his boyfriend.