SNOLGIN PRE-MARRIAGE PREP

[09:13 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is getting married today. Last night, he helped Liquid finish cleaning up the warehouse, and even start getting the plaace decorated for the actual party. The 'big day', some people say. Today. And he did that until probably Volgin insisted he go home and rest up for tomorrow, which is now today. And he's getting married today, and he doesn't think he's ever been this excited and eager for something in his life.
[09:13 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is getting married today. And he wakes up in a daze- not out of grogginess because he doesn't have any of that, but because this still doesn't feel real, it actually takes him a few minutes to remember what's happening today, what it means, and first thing in the morning he actually has a smile on his face, and if Volgin's still sleeping beside him, guess who gets to wake up to a bunch of kisses?
[09:13 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is getting married today. He's already brimming with energy, as if it's all the energy and excitement that had been drained from him the entire last week, all suddenly bubbling up at once and he can't stop moving, moving swiftly around the apartment as he gets ready. He just took a shower, getting himself clean and smelling nice, and even put on a bit of cologne because dammit, he's getting married today, he can forego his usual lack of giving a shit about this sort of thing and take more care of himself.
[09:13 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is getting married today, and hasn't gotten dressed yet, still in a t-shirt and boxer-briefs and socks, because he's in the kitchen wolfing down a bowl of instant oatmeal (two packs instead of one), letting his hair completely dry in the air and getting in that most important meal of the day to fuel his energy reserves for today because he's fucking getting married today.
[09:28 AM] Yevgeny Volgin was woken up with a shower of kisses, because apparently he's as cool and wonderful as Papyrus now, and he can't help but laugh and kiss his lover back, holding him close and grinning. He can't help grinning all morning, and whistling, and kissing David as they cross paths, though he restrains himself from kissing David desperately and hungrily and pinning him to a wall and sucking him off, which he really wants to do when his beloved is so happy and energetic and beautiful as he is this morning.
[09:33 AM] Yevgeny Volgin does, alas, have to get dressed, though he's wearing casual clothes when he comes by his hungry hungry lover devouring breakfast, and he cuddles up behind him, wrapping his arms around David's waist and nuzzling the back of his neck. "I have to go finish the cake, so the icing has time to set before the party," he tells his lover, and nibbles the lobe of his ear. "I left something in the closet for you, though-- under your clothes, in a blue bag. Could you wear it for me?"
[09:37 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin would certainly have a very hard (heehee) time resisting letting Volgin do all sorts of fun things this morning, so it's a good thing Volgin keeps himself in check, because they have things to do today, to get ready for. Things like [b]getting married[/b]!!

And then suddenly, there's large, warm arms around him and a very handsome man that he is very getting married to today nuzzling his neck and talking against his ear, and David fails to resist the urge to lean back a bit and smile. "Something to wear under my clothes, huh? Sounds exciting, how could I say no?" He says, his own voice low, and he turns his head to peck at Volgin's lips. "Don't forget to eat too, Solnyshko, don't want the handsome guy I'm getting hitched to to run out of steam in the middle of the party."
[09:44 AM] Yevgeny Volgin hums happily, and pecks back, and says, "Oh, I don't want to eat too many sweets and spoil my appetite for later..." right before nibbling down David's neck and shoulder, making mmmm-so-good noises and noisily smacking his lips. David's father isn't the only one who'll eat a snake for dinner!
[09:47 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin growls low, tilting his head and really enjoying this far too much. He barely manages to get a hold of himself and duck away, laughing. "C'mon, big guy, you know I meant breakfast. At least have a bowl of oatmeal or something like I am." David pauses to go on his tiptoes to smooch Volgin's jaw. "I promise it won't spoil your appetite for cake later. Or anything else later."

He wiggles his eyebrows a bit, and then shovels the rest of his oatmeal into his mouth, eating a bit hurriedly. He kinda wants to see what Volgin wants him to wear under his tux...
[09:53 AM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs and wiggles his eyebrows back, and concedes, "All right, I'll have breakfast. Aren't you the mother hen this morning?" Cluck cluck cluck. He goes to the fridge, getting an apple and cheese, and drops a slice of bread in the toaster. "See? Breakfast is happening," he says, and bites into his apple.
[09:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin finished his breakfast, and puts the bowl in the sink and fills it up with water and decides that's good enough because he has more important shit to do today. Then he turns to curl his arms around Volgin's middle for a moment and press a kiss (or five) to his neck. "Good." He says, nuzzling for a moment. "I just don't want to miss a single moment with you today, alright?"

And with that and a pleased smirk on his face, David pulls away and disappears to the bedroom! He finds his phone, and sends out reminders to his friends and acquaintances that he has the numbers of, reminding them he's getting married today and they're invited and the location of his brother's warehouse. As soon as that's done, he puts his phone down to charge and goes to the closet, first setting out his tuxedo to change into, and then locating that blue bag. What could it be? David opens it up to retrieve the contents, getting the feeling that, if it's something wear under his clothes, it's probably something pervy... Not that he really minds.
[10:08 AM] Yevgeny Volgin's mystery bag of mystery seems to contain about ten thousand miles of white lace, white netting, white nylon, white elastic... once the components are untangled from each other, though, it turns out to be a delicate over-bust corset of tiny pearl beads on lace on lace on silk, shaped to fit David's body snugly, and lace-topped thigh-high stockings, silky white underpants that actually seem to be made with a man's junk in mind despite the dainty lace trim, and a white lace garter belt. There's also another couple of little lace bands; one appears to be a collar, not quite an inch wide and with a strip of silver silk ribbon down the center, and the other a decorative garter for David's thigh.
[10:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is just sort of looking all these things over at first, and setting them out, but as he does, his face starts getting pinker and pinker and pinker, and wow. Wow. He clears his throat, glancing away, and then glancing back. ... He has to admit, it's all very pretty. But wow, he hasn't worn any stuff like this since his birthday, and this is entirely different in both context and quality...

Welp. David's not gonna refuse. As much as it flusters him and makes him glad no one else is going to see, it's still a bit exciting, and he's definitely eager to see the look on Volgin's face when he gets undressed after the party... David strips down, and starts putting it all on piece by piece, stockings first, and garter belt, corset, underpants, corset, and even the collar and garter, though he's a little shy about the collar- there's no way the lace isn't going to be visible. Oh well.

David actually... takes a moment to look himself over in the mirror, kinda really liking the way he looks, even if the sight is also pretty embarrassing... But only Volgin is going to see. So it's fine. Very, very fine. And then, swallowing dryly and glad these underwear leave a bit of room because he may have gotten a bit of chubs from that and is furiously ignoring it, he starts pulling on his tuxedo as well. And soon enough, Dave's all dressed and terribly dapper, and really liking the look of himself, even if he was right and the lace edge of that collar pokes up over the edge of his shirt collar. Maybe no one will notice. Certainly, the rest of the beautiful underthings are hidden away under his tuxedo, and not a soul will be aware. Except himself and his fiancé, of course.

... David's maybe gonna look at himself in the mirror a while longer. Not out of narcissism, but... Because that's him. In a tuxedo. That's he's wearing because it's a wedding, [b]his[/b] wedding, he's actually really getting married, and he can hardly believe it, hardly believe that vision of himself in the mirror isn't just a dream. And yet, seeing himself in the mirror like this, dressed like this, actually finally makes it feel... real.
[10:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin is getting married today!
[10:28 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is also getting married today! aaaa! <3!!!
[10:36 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin might... need a few moments alone in the bathroom to be embarrassingly sniffly with damp, blurry eyes. But only a few moments. After a few loud sniffs and rubbing his eyes on the backs of his hands, he's got it together. Stupid baby happy tears or whatever the hell that was can come later, probably. David straightens up, and admires his reflection a bit more, definitely with more narcissism this time, but come on, he deserves it right now, he's looks fantastic.

David starts to turn away... only to twist back around, shooting a finger-pistol at his reflection. Pew. He smirks, and then blows non-existent smoke off his [s]fingertip[/s] finger-gun. Smooth.
[10:59 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is marrying a nerd, holy shit.
[11:03 AM] Yevgeny Volgin loves it, though, and once he finishes his breakfast, he comes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and-- oh, goodness. That should be hilarious but he's just. Boner.

"David," he scolds, mock-sternly, "I can't go finish the cake if I'm on my knees for you, so you have to stop being so handsome."
[11:05 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin pauses at Suddenly Volgin, before giving a quiet laugh and straightening up. "No can do, Solnyshko. I'm afraid it's terminal." He crosses his arms, tilting his head with a smirk. "And anyways, isn't it a little unfair to ask that of me, when you're strutting around as handsome as you are?"
[11:14 AM] Yevgeny Volgin growls, playfully, and looms at David. "Well, I'm allowed, I outrank you," he says, and looks down at him, mouth twitching as he tries not to laugh, running his fingers through David's hair. Oh, he's so gorgeous, with that hint of a collar under his collar-- Volgin runs his hands down David's back, and he can feel the corset under the tailcoat and vest and shirt, feel the muffled texture of lace edging through David's trousers--

"Nnngh," he adds, eyes half-closing and cock half-hard, and leans down to kiss David. He does need to go finish the cake, honestly, it's just-- David--
[11:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin growls right on back! "Just a warning, though, I have a problem with insubordination..."

But now he's got hands on him, running over hidden lines of lace, pressing it against his skin under his tuxedo, and Volgin is not the only one getting a bit hard at this, David leaning hungrily into those lips against his own, a growl in his throat... But then he gets a grip, and pulls away (after another peck or two), feeling a little out of breath. "Later, Solnyshko. After the party." He insists, his voice low. "Promise. And besides... If I can resist jumping someone as handsome as you today, I think you can manage to keep it in your pants until tonight, huh?"
[11:39 AM] Yevgeny Volgin doesn't always have the best impulse control, but he swallows and closes his eyes and nods. "After we're married," he says, and makes a soft little noise, and repeats, a grin spreading across his face, "After we're married." Oh, that shouldn't make him so giddy, but it absolutely does, and he lets a laugh bubble up, opening his eyes and admiring his husband-to-be. "I love you, and I am going to stop touching you and go finish the cake," he says, firmly, and pulls his hands away from David-- then cups his face and kisses him before actually pulling away. "I love you," he says again, "and I am going to brush my teeth, instead of fucking you on the bathroom floor."
[11:44 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin very much appreciates that Volgin immediately went against that 'stop touching you' comment in order to cup his face and kiss him again because David is maybe a little bit melty. "After we're married..." He repeats, voice low and husky and oh. He's getting married. He's getting married today, to this man he's in love with and. Oh. "I love you too..."

He maybe leans and follows those hands even as they pull away, before he gets a hold of himself and straightens up, breaking out of the haze of how fucking in love and excited and melty he wants to be. "Heh. Gross. You've been kissing me with unbrushed teeth." He teases, and steps aside to sidle out of the bathroom and give Volgin space. "Don't forget about the cake, Solnyshko. You can just fuck me wherever you want later tonight."
[11:54 AM] Yevgeny Volgin laughs, and wiffs a kick at David's shin. "You're the one who insisted I eat breakfast," he complains, and sets about brushing his teeth, admiring David in the mirror.

He's getting married to a man he loves. How... good. This is good. This feels right, and wonderful, and Volgin can hardly wait.
[11:58 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin stands just outside the bathroom doorway, in the tuxedo picked out just for him for this day, lacy things just out of sight, hair combed as best as it can be and already looking a bit tousled, loose around his face and shoulders, and he just can't stop smiling at his boyfriend, his [b]fiancé[/b], the man he's marrying today.

"Can't wait to see how handsome you're going to look in your tux." He says quietly, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.
[12:20 PM] Yevgeny Volgin is a little pink and a lot happy, and he beams at David. "It won't be as handsome as you look right now," he says, and gargles like the attractive object of romance that he totally is. "Or as pretty as the cake's going to be," he adds, jokingly, after he spits the water out, "If it comes out like I hope it will."
[12:23 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin totally finds Volgin very attractive, even when he's gargling after brushing his teeth. That just means he has a very clean and kissable mouth, after all! "Who cares how I look or how the cake looks." He says, chuckling, and backs away from the bathroom door. "There won't be any mirrors to look at myself, and even if there were, my eyes are gonna be on you the whole time."
[12:29 PM] Yevgeny Volgin turns red and can't stop grinning and super doesn't hide his face by splashing water on it. And he also definitely doesn't giggle into his hands. "Sobachka," he whines, "you're not making me want to leave when you say things like that."
[12:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin laughs, his own face a little bit pink, and he raises his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright! I'll leave you alone. But you'll have to hurry up with the cake so you can change and I get to see you in your tux already." He says, and backs away from the door further. "Love you, Solnyshko moyo."

And with that, he retreats to grab up his phone and head to their livingroom to wait and try to focus on his phone, but probably mostly end up pacing excitedly.
[12:36 PM] Yevgeny Volgin will reappear in a few minutes, a bit more composed, and suggests, "Do you want to take that van I rented over to the warehouse? There's a tank of helium and more balloons in the back, you and your brother can fill the ceiling with them, then come pick me and the food up from Tori's house in a couple hours..."
[12:37 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin pretends that he totally wasn't just pacing. "Mmh. Sure, why not?" He says, though a lopsided smile creeps onto his face. "Though, I have to admit, I was almost looking forward to having the both of us in our tuxedos on your scooter... Though, in hindsight, that'd probably just get our tuxes dirty, huh?"
[12:40 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: "That's why we'll ride into the sunset on the scooter afterwards," he says, laughing. "Riding it in would also get the cake rather dirty, and that's not what we want at all."
[12:41 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Right, right. I wasn't thinking about that. I'll take the van.
[12:42 PM] Yevgeny Volgin: Thank you, beloved.
[12:43 PM] Yevgeny Volgin catches him around the waist, and kisses him, and hands the keys over, then picks up the bag with his own tuxedo and heads out!
[12:46 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin was actually just about to step forward to give Volgin a kiss, but he'd hesitated, and he's the one kissed instead! Glad to know they were on the same page, here. And then he takes the keys, and watches his boyfriend head out... God, he really can't wait to see Volgin in his tuxedo. Welp.

David heads out next, making sure to lock the apartment up, and taking the van to Liquid's warehouse to decorate some more and make sure the place looks great! And like. A million balloons. All over the ceiling. Haha, that's gonna be a pain to clean later, sorry Liquid.
[12:53 PM] Liquid Snake can handle it. Maybe he'll get Snake to help out like they'd worked on things last night. The place was almost unrecognizable, really, considering how cleaned up they'd all got it, and the decorations helped make things look even better. They hadn't finished everything, but Liquid had been working on it since he'd woken up, and it's pretty close to being finished now. And he is so excited. He's got his best pair of black jeans on, his hair's tied up in a ponytail again, his boots are all clean and nice, and he's even wearing a shirt.

It's a tuxedo t-shirt, but he can only do so much.

He's close enough to the door that he hears the sound of the van outside and opens the door to peek out.
[12:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin hops out of the van after parking it, and heads around to the back, popping it open. He pauses, though, when he sees Liquid peek out and- is he actually wearing a shirt? Is it-

"Holy shit." He says, stopping to put his hands at his hips, a smirk growing on his face. "Are you really wearing a tuxedo t-shirt?"
[12:59 PM] Yevgeny Volgin (may have left several bolts of silver and navy blue tulle , bags of iridescent silver confetti, and garlands of white and blue flowers with silver leaves in the back of the van, along with a tank of helium and a box full of both blue and silver latex and shiny silver foil balloons.)
[01:01 PM] Liquid Snake feels like this isn't the time to get all self-conscious, but he frowns a bit when Snake mentions his shirt. Maybe he should have just gone with no shirt, like usual. "No, it's just your imagination." He steps out to look at the van. Gotta be full of things, probably. "If you want I'll just skip it, but I figured I should at least get a little dressed up."
[01:02 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin's smirk widens into a grin. "C'mon, don't get huffy. I'm flattered you think this is important enough to wear a shirt." Even if he's chuckling a bit here. "I just- heh. I wasn't expecting a tuxedo t-shirt, of all things. Lookit you."
[01:05 PM] Liquid Snake grumbles slightly. "You should be flattered. This thing's bloody uncomfortable." Well, it isn't that bad, but still. "Yes, yes, look at me. This is as formal as I'm going to get." He offers a smile, though, eventually. "All ready for your big day, huh?"
[01:06 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: You look great, so don't sweat it. Thanks for that. /me pauses, and then at the question, he shuffles slightly on his feet, frowning and going a bit pink in the face. "Yeah, I am. I mean, obviously we're still setting things up, but... I'm ready."
[01:08 PM] Liquid Snake can't stay grumbly for long, even if he is wearing a shirt. Not today. "Great. I've got everything just about set up in here, but looks like reinforcements have arrived, hm? What's left?"
[01:09 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Just a bunch more balloons. You wanna help me fill 'em up and let 'em flood the ceiling?
[01:14 PM] Liquid Snake: Hell yes. That's going to look great, I can tell.
[01:14 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Thanks. Can you grab the helium tank for me?
[01:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is already grabbing all the uninflated balloons to carry inside.
[01:18 PM] Liquid Snake: Sure.
[01:19 PM] Liquid Snake heads over to the van and grabs the tank, taking it inside behind him.
[01:26 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin scoots on into the warehouse, and then has to just. Pause. Sure, he was just helping decorate the place last night, though it was mostly watching Volgin do most of the actual decorating, but... Still. It... looks really nice. And he's getting married here. Today. Very soon. Just give him a minute to stand here looking a little bit mystified at it.
[01:34 PM] Liquid Snake stops when he almost runs into Snake standing there in the middle of the floor. "Out of the way, brother," he says in a joking tone as he moves around him to set the tank down. "Place cleans up pretty nice, doesn't it?"
[01:41 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin grunts, and remembers he's just standing in the middle of the doorway looking like an idiot, so he steps aside, and heads over to one of the tables. Which looks really, really nice, with the tablecloth and the centerpiece Volgin put together, even though the LED candle isn't lit yet. He lays out the balloons, all set to start filling 'em up. "Sorry, I got... Distracted. But... yeah. It looks really nice."
[01:50 PM] Liquid Snake shakes his head, giving the tank a once-over. Looks straightforward enough to work, even if he's never used one of these things before. "It's okay. Don't worry about it." He'd be pretty distracted too if he was going through the same thing, probably. "So do we have a gameplan for these things, or do we just fill them up and let them decide where they want to go?"
[01:55 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snatches one of the balloons up, and probably did a few of these yesterday, so he figures it out quickly enough, and soon enough, he's letting a big balloon float off to the ceiling. "I was thinking free range, yeah." He says with a small chuckle. "Just fill 'em up, and let 'em go where nature intends."
[02:05 PM] Liquid Snake grabs a balloon and fills it up, ties it off, and lets it go free. He watches it as it makes its way up to the ceiling. Only a couple hundred more or however many they've got planned. "Sounds wonderfully chaotic. I approve."
[02:16 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Heh, figured you would. Cleanup's gonna be hell when they pop or start to deflate, though.
[02:17 PM] Liquid Snake: I've already cleaned this place up once. One more time isn't going to hurt. It's for a good cause.
[02:17 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin fills up a few more, ties 'em off, and then just lets go. it's kinda interesting watching how sometimes they don't just float straight up, they just kinda make their own way. Even though they're just balloons. "Right. I'll try to help with the balloon debris at least, though. If I have time."
[02:23 PM] Liquid Snake grins, filling up a few while Snake's letting his go. The more the merrier, and they're going to look very nice up there while they're actually functioning. "Don't worry about that. I'm sure you and your husband'll have plenty of things to do. I can handle the cleanup."
[02:29 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin was in the middle of filling up another balloon when Liquid said that, and his fingers slip, sending the balloon loudly sputtering and spinning off to the other side of the warehouse. "Shit-" Oops. But. Still. The word just caught him off guard. Husband. Volgin's going to be his literal [b]husband[/b]. That is a real thing. "Right... yeah, probably. I think he has a bunch of things in mind for the, ah... the hon-honeymoon."

His cheeks go a bit pink and he frowns hard because dammit, that's still hard to say out loud, even if it's feeling realer by the second.
[02:37 PM] Liquid Snake watches the balloon go on a loud journey to the other side of the warehouse. Eh, he'll go retrieve that later. He just laughs and gets to filling up another one. "I'm almost jealous," he says, letting a balloon go and moving to fill up another immediately after. "But, yeah. This is your time, brother. You'll just have to help me with something later." He grins.
[02:46 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin looks a bit embarrassed for a few moments longer before just... getting in line to fill up and release some more. "R-Right... You're right. I'm just... It's still a bit of a shock, y'know?" And then he laughs, if a bit sheepish. "Lemme, guess, you'll want me to share my stockpile of boxes for raw materials to make your cardboard Metal gear, huh?"
[02:53 PM] Liquid Snake fills up a couple more balloons, then watches as they hit the ceiling. Starting to look good up there. "Can't say I completely know the feeling, but I think I know what you mean." He snorts. "Oh, I'd never request something like that. It's important to have as many boxes as you can. But if you're offering..." He grins at him.
[02:59 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Oh, hell no. Those're mine, and I'm keeping 'em.
[03:00 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin snorts, filling and letting off a few more balloons. They're really working through this pile fast.
[03:01 PM] Liquid Snake: And here I am, being so helpful...
[03:01 PM] Liquid Snake laughs and works on a few more. This'll be done in no time at this rate.
[03:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: You'll have to do more than this to get at my box stockpile, Liquid.
[03:04 PM] Liquid Snake: I put on a shirt, what more could I do?
[03:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: More than a human being is capable of, probably. I mean... they're my boxes.
[03:06 PM] Liquid Snake: I'm just messing with you. I understand.
[03:11 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Yeah, I know. I'm messing with you right back.
[03:12 PM] Liquid Snake: Riiiight. Well, either way, I can get my own boxes.
[03:12 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin: Don't worry, I won't try and mess with yours.
[03:31 PM] Liquid Snake: Sounds like a good enough agreement.