SNOLGIN DATE!!

[08:06 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is silent for the drive, with the wind ruffling around them and the scooter purring below, but it's much faster than walking; they arrive at a clean-looking diner after only a few minutes, not incredibly fancy but, in Volgin's few days of trying food around the town, definitely providing the best coffee and pastries he's so far found. He parks his scooter near the door, and turns, catching Pliskin before he can stand up and nuzzling his cheek, fondly. "Let me know how you like the food," he murmurs, then stands and offers his boyfriend a totally unneeded hand up.
[08:13 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin enjoyed the ride a bit, though he was stuck between wondering whether he should've been wearing a helmet, and being glad he isn't because he hates hats. They pull over at a diner, which Snake appreciates, but before he can climb off the scooter, Volgin's over him and nuzzling his face. Snake freezes up- the open affections is one thing in private places or even around friends and acquaintances. But in public, where anyone can see... there's hesitation there, his nerves on edge. But when Volgin offers him a hand, Snake growls in irritation at the pampering, but... he accepts it anyways, standing up. "I will."
[08:19 PM] Yevgeny Volgin wouldn't care with anyone else, but--

He rubs his thumb across the back of Pliskin's hand, and asks, "Would you prefer not to be pet here, Sobachka moy?"
[08:25 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin growls loudly in frustration. Dammit, he wants to say both yes and no. He's antsy about these things in public, not wanting the attention it might bring. But on the other hand... he's hating the idea of suddenly not having Volgin all over him. "... <Don't stop, I'll be fine. For now.>"
[08:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin looks a little dubious, but kisses the hand he holds. "<Let me know if you stop being fine,>" he says, clearly concerned, before leading his lover inside, nodding to the waitress and taking him to the furthest booth-- the best for privacy and all that.
[08:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods, making a small noise in his throat as he barely resists whining like a needy dog. He lets Volgin keep their hands together, keeping his eyes turned down until they reach their booth. He plops into his seat with a sigh, already feeling a little warm in his parka, despite having just been outside and on a scooter.
[08:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin pauses to pull off and fold his coat, and sits across from Pliskin, and nudges the toes of their shoes together, affectionately, smiling in benevolent admiration at his lover until the waitress comes by and gives them menus. "Coffee for both of us," Volgin orders, "and four pastries-- surprise us-- and we'll let you know on the rest, Linda." He has apparently been here enough to know her name, since she doesn't have a nametag on, and she smiles before hustling off to get them coffee and pastry appetizers.

Linda smiles at Volgin
[08:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((yee))
[08:39 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((i was editing that, u dumb fingers))
[08:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((and i wasn't done))
[08:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: (( >:V ))
[08:40 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( i can wait :D ))
[08:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin blah blah

He turns back to Pliskin and tells him, "Order anything that looks good to you. Or everything that looks good to you. I'll be happy to eat whatever's left."
[08:47 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin shucks his coat off next, not bothering to fold it as he just puts it on the seat next to him. He smirks at the nudge to his feet, before crossing his ankles, stretching his legs out between Volgin's. And then they're given menus, and Volgin orders them both coffee and pastries- and he apparently knows the waitress' name, which prompts him to raise an eyebrow at Volgin.

"Come here a lot, huh?" He asks after Linda leaves, tilting his head momentarily at Volgin before looking down to scan the menu. "I'm thinking eggs benedict..."
[08:54 PM] Yevgeny Volgin smiles, leaning his elbows on the table and just. Looking at Snake. "A few times. The coffee is good and cheap-- did you know they're trying to sell coffee for five dollars, some places?-- and the food is delicious." He laughs, briefly, and lets him know, "I had never had key lime pie before Linda told me to try some-- and, I have to say, it is a [i]wonderful{/i] concoctions. I suppose even Americans can do something right, every now and then."

He could just stare and chatter at his pup every day, but he prods, "Anything else look good? Waffles? Pancakes? An entire plate of bacon and sausage? Fried potatoes?" Literally anything he wants is his.
[09:02 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is actually enjoying listening to Volgin talk, not just because his accent is nice to listen to, but just... He enjoys hearing what the other man has to say. By the time the conversation turns back to him, Snake's gotten a small, lopsided smile on his face, only for it to vanish when he realizes he's been asked a question. "Hmn... Eggs benedict, hasbrowns, a couple sausage links, and a waffle. That'd be it, for me, I think."
[09:11 PM] Yevgeny Volgin sighs, and says in mock-sadness, "You're not letting me spoil you at all, Sobachka. How am I to woo you if you won't let me buy you plate after plate after plate of food?"

(He has other ideas for buying Pliskin things, but this one is the first thing he can do to spoil his lover, if he's allowed.)

Before he can continue, though, Linda returns with coffee and pastries, and he gestures for Snake to repeat his order, then orders for himself, "Pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs with cheese, then two slices of the freshest pie for desert, please."

She disappears again, and Volgin takes a sip of his coffee, black, and sighs in satisfaction.
[09:20 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts at Volgin's fake lamenting, smirking at the other man, but before he can respond, Linda returns to take their order. He repeats what he wants, followed by Volgin ordering for himself, and their dessert. Well, looks like he's having a pie! He'll just have to hope it's blueberry.

Taking a single packet of sugar, he tears it open and dumps it out into his coffee, stirring it in before taking a sip. "You can just spoil me with other stuff. Which you probably will anyways."
[09:24 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: It might have been somewhat my plan for today, I admit.
[09:28 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snickers, and nudges his feet against Volgin's leg under the table. "I don't like overeating, but I won't stop you from overloading me with other crap."
[09:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin grins, and nudges back, and assures Pliskin, "I'll make sure there's not a single useful thing you'll take home today," which is maybe a lie but he's happy to see Pliskin smiling and warm and playful like this.
[09:36 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't usually get to just... kick back and let himself relax, without even any worries. He relaxes sometimes when they all hang out, but there's often so much tension, and things to worry and fret about. But like this, he really doesn't have to worry, and he can just... talk. Enjoy himself. It's kind of odd, actually, and he does feel a bit antsy and on edge regardless... but it's nice, still. "I'm not about to say no to a bunch of useless junk, as long as it fits in my hotel room."
[09:45 PM] Yevgeny Volgin points out, "It's all going to have to fit on my scooter... unless I pay for delivery, I suppose." Oh, now that's an idea, he could buy Pliskin so many flattering clothes if he could have them delivered.
[09:49 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin raises his eyebrows at that, and takes another sip of his coffee. "If that's what you wanna do, I don't mind. Kinda excited to see what you're gonna get me." There's a pause, and then he adds, "<We should probably pick up accessories for my costume, too.>"
[09:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin snorts into his own coffee, and says, "<I'm trying not to think of that while we're far away from privacy, lover. Unless you want me to blow you under the table...>"
[09:58 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin sputters into his coffee!! He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, coughing a bit. His cheeks actually color at that! "<That's ridiculous, we'd get caught.>"
[09:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: <We are in the last booth...>
[10:00 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is totally up for it, regardless of how caught they would totally get.
[10:09 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin shivers, and then grabs his parka, pulling it back on. He frowns hard, growling a bit. "<You actually want to??>"
[10:18 PM] Yevgeny Volgin leans closer over the table, and purrs, "<Do I want to go down on my knees for you and make you whimper and squirm in pleasure? Do I want to taste your cock in my mouth, swallow the product of your pleasure, smell your skin and desperation? Do fish want to swim in water?>"
[10:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin growls, but there's a groan behind it... And then he shakes his head, straightening himself up. "<No... Not here. Maybe later.>" He says quickly, a little bothered by how damn /tempted/ he was. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.
[10:35 PM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs, and straightens up a little himself. "<Later,>" he agrees, and takes one of the pastries the waitress had brought out to them, nibbling the flaky cinnamon-dusted apple tart with appreciation. "Mmmm, try this, Sobachka it's wonderful," he tells Pliskin, and holds out the tart for his lover to take a bite out of.
[10:40 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin recovers a bit from his fluster, taking a couple sips of his coffee to calm him down a bit. But then Volgin offers a pastry to him and he raises an eyebrow, before leaning in to take a bite. He makes a point of nipping one of Volgin's fingers as he does so, pulling back and wiping his mouth with his thumb. "Pretty good. Prefer stuff with berries over apple, but it's not bad."
[10:44 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: Hmm, is that so?
[10:45 PM] Yevgeny Volgin examines the three remaining pastries, and finds what he thinks is a blackberry turnover. "Something more like this?" he suggests, trying to ignore the little spark of arousal at Pliskin's nip.
[10:50 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods. "Yeah, I'm pretty fond of blueberries. Other kinds of berries are good, too." Instead of reaching out to grab the turnover, he leans in to take another bite, and leave another teasing nip to the hand that feeds him. Might as well have a /little/ fun, right? "Mmnh... That's good, yeah. Can I have the rest of it?"
[11:06 PM] Yevgeny Volgin shivers, just a bit, and answers, "I wasn't planning on eating all of them myself. Go ahead."

Will Pliskin eat out of his hand? He... keeps on developint new kinks, he thinks. Or perhaps he has a kink for his lover doing anything.
[11:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin will definitely eat out of Volgin's hand if he's not just given the pastry! In fact, he leans in for another bite, his teeth only just grazing one of the other man's fingers. He is vaguely aware that he's probably getting Volgin all hot and bothered and that is absolutely why he is doing this.
[11:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( is it weird that for snolgin date im actually most excited for volgin getting snake new clothes so he doesnt look like some homeless vagrant ))
[11:30 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((no))
[11:31 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: ((it is a good thing to be excited about))
[11:34 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: (( snake in nice clothes for once!! :DDDD ))
[11:34 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is definitely getting hot and bothered, THANKS FOR ASKING, his eyes going soft, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry, and his cock suddenly feeling very neglected.

Maybe Pliskin could be convinced to kneel under the table and give HIM a blowjob...

He tenderly reaches out and swipes his finger over Pliskin's lower lip, catching a smudge of blackberry and flakes of pastry, and offers it for Pliskin to lick off his hand, maybe.
[11:37 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin may or may not be able to convinced to do such a thing!! But for now, he accepts the offer gladly, tilting his head and licking the bits of berry and pastry off of Volgin's hand with a warm tongue, looking right at him with those ice blue eyes of his.
[11:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has a boner. fucking hell. this wasn't in the plan for right now. dammit.

"<I want to dive across the table and fuck you into the bench,>" he breathes, true romantic that he is, and licks his lips.
[11:48 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin sputters a bit at that, but then he just smirks, even if his cheeks are slightly tinged with heat. "<Too bad you can't, huh?>" He says, leaning back in his seat and nudging Volgin's leg with his boots again. He tilts his head at Volgin from across the table.
[11:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: <I could. I could take you right here, and no one would be able to move me until I wanted to be moved. I could sink into you and stay there, feeling your heart under my hands and kissing your lips until they're bruised and red, screw you until you're begging me for release...>
[11:52 PM] Yevgeny Volgin trails off as Linda come by, setting their plates in front of them and refilling their coffee for them.
[12:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin's eyes have gone wide, his breathing practically stopped as Volgin carries on, that smirk definitely wiped off Pliskin's face. He shivers, and he's glad he put his jacket back on a bit ago. He bites his lip, and he... most definitely has a boner of his own now, wow. Pliskin uncrosses his ankles, in order to instead cross his legs at the knees, hoping to at least hide his hard on.

He regains his ability to breathe when the waitress arrives with their food and more coffee, and he busies himself with adding another packet of sugar to his mug, pretending his face doesn't feel as warm as it does. He is really fucking glad that no one else here seems to be able to understand Russian, because holy shit.
[11:23 AM] Yevgeny Volgin rumbles, "Thank you, Linda! It looks delicious as always," and sets into his food, pretending he hadn't just been trying to seduce his boyfriend over coffee.
[11:27 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin has been very seduced over coffee!! He tries to busy himself with eating his food, trying VERY hard not to think about the things Volgin had just said to him. It works a bit, as his hunger takes over, and he starts to relax again. Finally, after a few quiet minutes, two sausage links, and most of his waffle later, he speaks up again. "<You've got one hell of a libido, you know that?>" As if he's one to talk.
[11:32 AM] Yevgeny Volgin sighs, and presses a hand over his heart. "<It is a trial to me, too,>" he says, not entirely sincerely. "<All the time I think about how many kisses I could lay on the handsome body of my lover, how many moans I could be listening to, all the whimpers of pleasure and pain I could draw out with just my fingers and teeth, and every little bit of affection that I ought to be showering some gloriously attractive man with to show how much I appreciate him... it's very distracting, you know!>" He sighs again, a little dramatically, but a smile creeps across his face. "<Though now, I suppose, there's nothing those kinds of thoughts need be distracting me from, hmm?>"
[11:36 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin finds the real distraction to be listening to Volgin go on about the things he wants to do to him. Pliskin's pretty glad he'd already crossed his legs, though there's a smirk on his face as he tilts his head and stretches one leg out to nudge his foot against Volgin's leg again. "<I guess not.>" He says, only marginally concentrating on his food, his eyes on Volgin as he takes a bite. "<If there's one thing you're good at, it's that flattery.>"
[11:38 AM] Yevgeny Volgin: <Flattery? No, it's all true, my love.>
[11:43 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin gets all quiet again, cheeks tinged with warmth, as he tries to focus on his meal. Every time, almost every single time Volgin uses that word, he never knows how to act or how to think, and it throws him for a loop. He's not sure if he'll ever get used to it. "... <I know we already talked about this...>" He starts, eyes on his plate. "<But I just want to ask again. You're not just calling me that, right? Not just throwing that term around?>"
[12:03 PM] Yevgeny Volgin leans forward across his food, and tenderly brushes his thumb across Pliskin's cheek, and runs his fingertips over the curve of his ear. "<I wouldn't cheapen it by using it untruly,>" he murmurs, as sweetly as if he were about to try and kiss Pliskin, like some sort of absurd romantic hero. But there's a table between them, so he satisfies his tenderness with a soft smile, his eyes as kind as his rough and scarred face allows.
[12:11 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is mildly comforted by the words and the gesture, and he nods, seemingly satisfied with Volgin's answer. "<I just wanted to make sure.>" There's a brief, lopsided smile on his face before he returns to his food. He doesn't eat too quickly, but he doesn't engage in a lot of small talk, so it goes quickly enough. That isn't to say he's being uncomfortably silent- he's enjoying it, actually, despite what that gruff appearance might say to someone who doesn't know better. He's even bouncing the foot of his crossed leg under the table, bumping Volgin's leg occasionally.
[12:14 PM] Yevgeny Volgin understands companionable silence, and doesn't break it as he returns to eating, though a little smile flickers across his face whenever their legs bump. What a wonderful, wonderful man Pliskin is, what a darling creature, and how lucky Volgin was to fall in love with him!
[12:21 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin finishes his meal soon enough, putting his dishes together before pushing them to the side. "That was pretty good." He says, leaning back in his seat. "I'll have to keep this place in mind next time I wanna eat out."
[12:22 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: I'd be happy to bring you again. Anytime you want.
[12:22 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will go on all the dates with you, Pliskin! He will roll over and beg to be able to take you out on dates.
[12:32 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin nods, giving Volgin that oh-so-brief half-smile again. "I'll keep that in mind. So, where to after dessert?"
[12:47 PM] Yevgeny Volgin murmurs, "I DID say I was going to spend the day spoiling you, didn't I? And we need to find you a costume for Tori's party." He smiles, and asks Pliskin, sounding fairly delighted with himself, "Do you like shopping?"
[8:07]*Iroquois-Pliskin shrugs a bit dismissively. "Not very. Sorta only buy shit when I need to." He says, raising an eyebrow. "Usually get my clothes and general stuff from thrift stores."

That much is obvious, considering he dresses like a homeless vagrant. However, despite his general lack of feeling towards shopping, he doesn't dislike it outright, and he tilts his head with a smirk. "But hey, I'm not about to say no to letting you buy me nice stuff. It's not like I absolutely hate shopping, at least."