SNOLGIN LOVE

[21:17]*Yevgeny Volgin was last seen dragging his lover off for smooches! Upstairs! His lover had a puppy tail and ears!
[21:17]*Yevgeny Volgin was going to have sex with him after they smooched!
[21:18]*Iroquois-Pliskin is that lover, and does have a puppy tail and ears! And they have definitely located a guestroom that is not a) Tori's room nor b) occupied.
[21:19]*Yevgeny Volgin will totally do this now! Starting by taking Pliskin into said spare bedroom, then catching him by the soft petable ears and pushing him back against the door to pin there and kiss a whole bunch!
[21:22]*Iroquois-Pliskin was certainly not expecting to be pinned before he even made it to the bed! But here he is, back against the door, and Volgin's lips on him. He growls loudly, a groan behind it, and his ears are so soft and warm and twitchy under Volgin's hands.
[21:28]*Yevgeny Volgin finds that they are all these things, which is really nice, and he might make like Kagome and rub those soft, soft ears, rumbling in delight and possibly totally inappropriate arousal. They didn't really have furries in the 60s, but man, he's totally into this dog thing happening to his Sobachka.

"You're such a handsome dog," he growls, and presses a dozen adoring pecks to Snake's face and mouth. "I want to pet you and kiss you and rub against your fur, my love, I want to bury my hands in your hair, i want to feel your tongue kissing me and your paws on my body. I want you so much, Sobachka."
[21:35]*Iroquois-Pliskin is already at work getting Volgin's coat open, growling and making other gruff noises against Volgin's lips. His tail is thumping hard against the door, from both all the attention, and from all the things Volgin is saying. He definitely wants all of those things, especially the petting part. And also the kissing, yes, that too.

"If you want me so much, then have me." He says, voice a low growl. He finally gets that coat open and shoves his hands under it, dragging his hands up Volgin's sides, fingers digging in. "Pet me, touch me, play with me, fuck me, just... I want you, too. I-" He cuts himself off with another growl.
[21:42]*Yevgeny Volgin growls back, and bites Pliskin on the jaw, and then sweeps him up into his arms and carries him to the bed, dropping him belly-up and leaning down to... bury his face in Pliskin's belly, nuzzling his abs, fingers scratching his sides. "Good dog," he croons, and kisses up Pliskin's breastbone. "Very, very good dog. I love you so much."
[21:47]*Iroquois-Pliskin had something else to say, but it was too silly and embarrassing, so he didn't. Regardless, he's been swept over to the bed, where Volgin's nuzzling and mouthing all over his stomach and chest and he is enjoying this far too much. Is his shirt and vest still on? If they are, he needs to get out of them ASAP.

He arches his back up into the attention, tail wagging between his legs, thwapping against the bed. He reaches out, reaches for Volgin, finger's finding the back of the man's head, nails scraping slightly, wanting to pull him in for another proper smooch.
[21:50]*Yevgeny Volgin is entirely willing to be pulled in for any smooches Pliskin wants! And as he goes up, he'll drag up the man's shirt and vest, too, so his belly is exposed and vulnerable to the none-too-gentle scrapes of Volgin's nails across it.

"Hello, my good dog," he murmurs, before kissing Snake however much he wants, mercilessly scratching and petting him. Beautiful, beautiful, his dog is so beautiful...
[21:53]*Iroquois-Pliskin is glad for the assistance, wriggling out the shirt and vest and practically flinging them off. And then, finally, he can pull Volgin in for a kiss, whining against his lips. The scratching and petting to his belly and his sides is driving him wild, making him growl and whine in a very canine manner between kisses, still refusing to stop just yet. In fact, Volgin might start to notice Pliskin's knee nudging him repeatedly as his left leg keeps twitching in delight.
[21:57]*Yevgeny Volgin finds that UNBEARABLY cute, and maybe starts laughing against Pliskin's mouth, finally climbing onto the bed with him, straddling his hips, and focusing hard on scratching and petting every inch of his love's bared torso. "I love you," he breaks the kiss to say, and then repeats, "I love you, love you, love you so much," voice absolutely soppy with said love and nails clawing little heart-shapes on Pliskin's chest. He does, he does, he does, damn the man, loves him straight up from his heart.
[22:03]*Iroquois-Pliskin growls in irritation when he realizes Volgin is laughing, but that's swiftly forgotten when Volgin starts petting and scratching all over his sides, his chest, his stomach. And all the while telling him how much he loves him. Pliskin's face definitely goes red, even as he squirms and claws at Volgin's arms, tail beating hard against the mattress and ears turned to the sides.

And then he whines loudly, going limp from all the affection and declarations, and dammit, he feels so overwhelmed. And then suddenly he tries to push himself up, grabbing at Volgin's sides, enough to nuzzle against the other man's midsection. And then, in muffled Russian and with those fuzzy ears turning down slightly, he swallows his pride because to hell if it's silly and sappy and says, "<I missed you today.>"
[22:09]*Yevgeny Volgin makes a noise, like Pliskin punched him, and then he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and bears down on him to nuzzle him back around the hair and ears, and whispers into one of those fuzzy triangles, "<I'm sorry I left so swiftly. I thought you wouldn't like it much if I murdered Dycedarg, but I should have come back sooner, love.>" He kisses Snake's ears, and right behind them and down Pliskin's temples, all apologetic and tender, and rubs his hands warmly up and down his spine.

Then he asks, eyes glinting, "<Let me make it up to you?>"
[22:17]*Iroquois-Pliskin is gradually admitting to himself that dammit, he might not just be going along for the ride anymore out of a desperation for attention. He missed this man. He really did. All the points he was irritated or upset today, and he'd thought, maybe he'd feel better next time he sees Volgin. And he does.

His ears twitch when they're kissed, and gives a growling sigh of relief, feeling those kisses on his ears, his head, feels those hands on his back. "<Please... I want you so much right now.>" He says, turning those ice-blue eyes up at Volgin. "<Please, pet me?>"
[22:24]Yevgeny Volgin: ((yo how do u feel about Volgin taking Dycedarg's collar off snake))
[22:25]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( sure! ))
[22:26]Yevgeny Volgin: ((excellent :D ))
[22:32]*Yevgeny Volgin is more than happy to oblige! In fact, he falls to his assigned task with a pleased sigh, petting Snake hair, his neck, getting his nails up under his collar for scratching-- then, with a little posessive growl, unfastening the collar completely and throwing it into a far corner, and replacing it with his mouth and fingers, nibbling and stroking where Snake had been wearing it. He's not that Dycedarg fellow's pet, he's Volgin's lover, and he won't let the other man play master to Pliskin any longer. Pliskin is his, his, his, he loves him and won't let anyone else pretend to own him--

Eventually, he moves away from where the collar had lain, and strokes Pliskin's arms, until he can catch the man's hands in his and kiss every fingertip, finishing with pecks to the man's palms and lacing their fingers together, so he can hold Pliskin's hands for a moment as he returns to kissing the man-- but he can't continue petting with both his hands occupied, so he takes them back and slides them down Pliskin's sides.
[22:41]*Iroquois-Pliskin was greatly enjoying the pets and scratches, especially when Volgin's nails dig under his collar- he's been wearing that so often, his skin's gotten a bit sensitive underneath. But then, it all comes to halt, only for Pliskin to realize what the other man's doing. And for a second, he wants to protest, tell Volgin he doesn't own him, that he makes his own decisions... but then he realizes he's alright with this. Dycedarg'll be pissed, but fuck him. Pliskin'll miss engaging in some of that play with Dycedarg, like he had last night, but... If he had to choose between that, and what he has with Volgin, right now? He'll choose this. He'll choose this a thousand times over.

And then his hands are in Volgin's, being peppered in kisses, and he groans, shivering, his arms covered in goosebumps. He loves this. He doesn't know yet if he loves Volgin... but he loves this. He definitely loves this. And he damn well likes Volgin a hell of a lot. He whines against the other man's lips until the petting resumes, and then he starts leaving affectionate nips on Volgin's lips with sharp teeth.
[23:04]*Yevgeny Volgin is very, very into those sharp teeth, moaning in reply to the nips and just-- just--

"<Love you,>" he tells Pliskin, again, and rolls them over, so his love is atop him and he can scratch all that back he's been neglecting, from the nape of his neck to the base of his tail. Pliskin deserves to have every inch of his skin adored, and Volgin will do his best to give Pliskin everything he deserves.
[23:14]*Iroquois-Pliskin makes a funny, almost canine noise when the two of them are flipped around, and now he's laying atop the other man, whose hands are now all over his back. It makes him siver and groan, his tail held high and wagging in swiftly. He shifts so he can bury his face against Volgin's neck, sharp teeth grazing the man's skin as he laps at it and lays kisses, and the occasional nip.

Is it bad that he's still not sure of the extent of his feelings for Volgin, but he wants to hear those words more? "<Say it again?>" He pleads, breath hot on Volgin's neck.
[23:22]*Yevgeny Volgin doesn't think it's bad at all, volunteering them again, "<Love you.> I love you. Sobachka, <I am filled with love every time I see you.> I love you more than I love-- more than I love torturing people." He laughs at his own terrible comparison, and nuzzles an ear, and declares, daring blasphemy, "I love you more than God loves mankind, because I'll never let you be hurt if I can help it."

Slowly, fingers digging in to massage any knots out of his lover's back, he whispers. "<I love you more than crops love rain, more than birds love air, more than fish love water.>"
[23:33]*Iroquois-Pliskin whines against Volgin's throat as he listens to every single word Volgin says, and it makes his body tremble. He's never had someone say something like this to him, or at least say it and really, truly /mean/ it. He starts to whimper as Volgin goes on and on, those hands working at his back, and he takes in a deep, shuddering breath, and lets it out slow against the other man's skin.

Finally, he murmurs, "<I want you to keep me. Have me, and keep me.>"
[23:37]*Yevgeny Volgin could laugh again, but he doesn't, because this-- this is something precious, something he could break if he fumbles it.

"<I already wanted to do those things,>" he breathes, instead, and just... hugs Pliskin, tightly. "<I want to have and keep you, and have and keep you safe, my love. I want to give you happiness and keep it from being taken from you. I want to kill your enemies so you don't have to worry about them, only about how soon I'll return to kiss your hands and say it is done, and I want to befriend your friends, so I may always be at your side.>"

Hopefully Pliskin is the kind of dog who likes being hugged.
[23:45]*Iroquois-Pliskin is the kind of dog who likes to be hugged by Volgin, if anything. He wants to keep Volgin with him, stay with him, have Volgin stay with him. Maybe he can find room for Volgin in Philanthropy, who knows. He'll find a way, he's decided. He growls through the hug, and starts laying kisses along Volgin's neck, up along his jaw, his cheek, his face, finally finding his was to the man's mouth to kiss him hard there, tail wagging a mile a minute.
[23:54]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( if snake finally says "i love you" how hard is volgin going to fuck him :)c ))
[23:56]Yevgeny Volgin: ((VERY MUCH exactly as how hard as Pliskin asked him to))
[23:56]Yevgeny Volgin: ((because he would just be absolute noodles at snake's feet))
[23:56]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( omg ))
[23:57]Yevgeny Volgin: ((maybe just cuddle him for a few forevers))
[23:57]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( they could mAKE LOVE ))
[23:57]Yevgeny Volgin: ((THEY COULD))
[23:58]Yevgeny Volgin: ((slow and adoring and Volgin whispering his silly overblown metaphors about how much he loves snake))[23:58]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( yes please ))
[23:58]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( im doing it ))
[23:59]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( im gonna have snake tell volgin he loves him at some point in this conversation ))
[0:03]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( might even do it in my next post because i cant resist ))
[0:05]*Yevgeny Volgin would gladly follow Pliskin like Volgin was the dog, honestly, whine at his heels and begging for treats, and it wouldn't trouble him at all because he would be doing it for his boyfriend, his lover, the man he loves more than-- more than he loved Raikov, honestly, and he adored Raikov, but something about Snake has snagged his heart like a bird in a net.

If Raikov somehow ends up here, he supposes the only option will be a threesome, because he wouldn't be able to tear himself away from Pliskin. Oh, well. Somehow he will live with that if the situation ever arises.

Kissing Pliskin back, he moans into his mouth, holding the man as close as he can, hands settling between his shoulderblades and just above that wagging tail. He can't say he loves him again, not with his mouth so busy, but maybe he can scratch hearts into his back, let him know as they kiss...
[0:16]*Iroquois-Pliskin kisses Volgin hard, only pulling away to breathe, and kiss again, those canine teeth grazing the other man's lips. He kisses, and kisses, and kisses Volgin, like how Volgin had kissed him their first night together, again and again. He's needy and he can't stop making stupid noises, little gruff grunts and growls, whines and whimpers, and he finds them less embarrassing now, when it's just Volgin that's hearing them.

And then finally, he pulls back, pushing himself up, hands on the mattress on either side of Volgin's neck, looking down at him. His ice-blue eyes staring straight into Volgin's eyes, slightly out of breath. His tail stops wagging, instead going rigid and still, his ears perked forward, alert.

And he loves looking at him. As scarred as he is, as intimidating as he is, Snake loves looking at him like this. He loves being here, like this, with him. He loves Volgin's eyes, he loves his lips, loves his tongue, loves his hands, loves his body, lvoes his voice, he loves...

"<I love you.>"
[0:25]*Yevgeny Volgin makes another noise like the words hit him physically, and raises his suddenly-trembling hands to Snake's cheeks, not to pull him close or to pet him but just to look at him.

Pliskin loves him. He is loved by his lover, and that cements it; he is Pliskin's just as much as Pliskin's is his, as sure as if the man had put a collar and leash around Volgin's unprotesting throat, and he can't think of words that mean anything until he blurts out the absolute soppiest, most squishy thing he has ever said to a lover.

"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see," he breathes, "So long lives this, and this gives life to thee," even though he's not penned a word of praise to Pliskin-- and why has he not, yet? He should write the man poetry, sing the beauty of his eyes and the softness Volgin feels right now, like his muscles have turned to spun sugar and he might melt under a warm breath.
[0:40]*Iroquois-Pliskin forgets how to breathe for a minute there. Of course he's heard that before, he's a goddamned linguist. And as sappy, soppy, squishy, and Goddamned CHEESEY as it is... He completely and utterly melts. His ears go lax, and even only the tip of his tail is twitching with how pleased he is. What he'd said, he'd kind of blurted it out, and he was worried he hadn't quite meant it yet, but...

No. Here he is. Here he is, and he loves this man, maybe even as much as this man loves him. He can't tear those ice-blue eyes away from Volgin's, and all he wants now is to feel the other man's heart beat against his.

"<I love you.>" He repeats, sliding a hand over Volgin's shoulder and down to his chest, over his heart. And then again, in English. "I love you."
[0:49]*Yevgeny Volgin closes his eyes, and breathes in joy, and exhales pleasure, a grin breaking across his face. "I love you, too," he murmurs, placing his hand over Pliskin's over his heart, and opens his eyes again. "This thing, right here," he continues, and pats his hand against Pliskin's against his heart, "this is yours, now. It has been for a while, but I wanted you to know it now."
[0:54]*Iroquois-Pliskin tilts his head, and he smiles. Actually smiles, a real and full one and it even lasts longer than a second or two. When Volgin returns his gesture, he shifts enough to rebalance himself, so he can put his free hand over Volgin's hand over his own heart, much Like Volgin did over his, mirroring each other. "<If yours is mine,>" He says, preferring to speak in the other man's mother tongue in order to say such a thing, "<Then mine is yours."
[1:07]*Yevgeny Volgin might be turning pink, in a way that he never does during mere sex or kissing-- with his smile, it might well be a happy, excited blush. "<I shall care for it as the treasure it is,>" he says, and curls his fingers against Pliskin's skin, as if gently plucking up the gift, so he can mime pressing a tender kiss to Snake's heart and tuck it into his chest, right next to his own.
[1:13]*Iroquois-Pliskin snorts at that, still smiling, and then he leans down to press his lips against Volgin's again. Lightly at first, and then his hands come to cup Volgin's face, and he kisses him harder, with more need, a whine bubbling up between their lips and he can't stop himself, swiftly growing out of breath and gasping whenever he dares to let their mouths part.
[1:27]*Yevgeny Volgin kisses back, growing desperate with Pliskin's gasps, and he wants to hear that noise again and again, he wants to hold Pliskin's tail and take him from behind, or kneel on his elbows and knees and let Pliskin fuck him with all that desperation, he wants to roll on his back and give his dog the freedom to do anything he wants or have Volgin do anything at all.
[7:55]*Iroquois-Pliskin just whines more and more with each kiss, growing more and more needy and desperate, until he's simply not getting enough air and has to break the kisses for more than a few seconds, leaving him panting (like a dog, really) against Volgin's mouth. His tail is wagging hard in the air, his ears drooping slightly, and the only thing failing to complete his very canine image is that, at least, his tongue isn't lolled out or anything.