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1 | - | [10:05 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is at home in Volgin's apartment! And he's been home for a while, too. Earlier, this morning, he'd been finally moving his boxes of things to Volgin's apartment- mostly the boxes of clothes, which he had then put away in the closet. The emptied boxes were flattened and piled up under the bed, hope you don't mind Volgin. There's still a couple boxes out that he didn't get to- these ones have guns and other weaponry in them, and are currently piled up in a corner of the livingroom. |
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2 | [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... | |
3 | - | David himself is in the bedroom. Because earlier, he decided to take a break from moving efforts because his libido decided to act up and he wanted to jack off. And then he decided he wanted to do more than jack off, and get some other things involved. Namely, a vibrating dildo. He also found the leash Volgin had gotten that matched his nice collar, and hooked it onto said collar, and then slipped the hand-loop around the bed post, keeping him in one place. And... maybe the ears and tail while he's at it, it's been a while and he kinda misses it. And that's how David wound up slightly bent and on his knees on the bed, fuzzy dog ears turned back and tail twitching in the air, the dildo stuffed, predictably, in his ass, and his hands at his cock. |
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4 | "<... 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.>" | |
5 | - | This swiftly went from wanting to quickly jack off to making a Thing of it, so he decided to make it last, and experiment with edging- pumping his cock in his hand hard and fast until he feels almost about to cum, only to stop suddenly, take his hands away, bunch his fingers in the sheets, hips jerking as his cock aches for release, teased by his muscles tensing around the vibrating toy inside of him. And once his near-orgasm faded away, his hands were on himself again, hand squeezing his dick, moving the toy inside of himself, the works. |
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6 | [10:01 PM] Yevgeny Volgin would probably marry David, if the concept wasn't vaguely absurd. Gay marriage? What's that? | |
7 | - | And he actually lasts quite a while, losing track of time for once, and he can almost literally FEEL the buildup of pressure in him, the growing, nearly painful need to cum. Plus, he's sweating and panting hard and his visions getting a bit hazy and... okay, he's actually getting pretty tired, here. Maybe he should've done this when he'd had a better night's sleep. Okay, this is it, just one more go and he'll let it out, let his climax happen, just gotta... gotta... |
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9 | 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 | - | David fell asleep. And he's still asleep, however long later Now is. Passed out on the bed, leash nearly taut, face half-buried against the mattress and hands still on or around his now-soft dick(he never did cum, dammit), his body curled with his ass poised just slightly in the air, looking very much like he'd been on his knees with his upper body low, face to the mattress, onto to have... fallen over slightly when sleep and gravity happened, leaving him half face-down and half on his side. And, still buzzing dutifully albeit slightly muffled, is the toy in his ass. |
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11 | - | [10:36 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has had a long, boring day, and he's about thiiiiis close to taking the money he's been making (nothing to sneeze at) and just living off it for a while, because it's really irritating having to behave when his handler tells him to behave. He's never been good at being good, and he's not willing to put in an effort for the damn woman, especially when she's not half so intimidating as anyone else he's ever worked with but still thinks she has authority over him besides what he let her have-- |
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13 | - | With an annoyed growl, he stalks into his apartment and throws his coat in the general direction of the couch, and kicks his boots off, and goes to crash on his bed-- only to find it occupied. |
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14 | [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.>" | |
15 | - | Oh. Well then. Nothing to evaporate a bad mood like finding your lover in bed, having apparently fucked himself to sleep. |
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17 | - | Volgin licks his lips, and sits on the edge of the bed, and slowly strokes his fingertips over the edge of Snake's fuzzy ear. |
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18 | - | [10:42 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't notice the sound of the front door and the man coming through in a cloud of growling irritation, nor the sounds of a coat and boots being chucked off, nor the sound of Volgin stepping into the bedroom and coming to the bedside. Gee, he's really passed out! Usually he's a lighter sleeper than this. Half his face is pressed into the mattress, mouth gaping open slightly, with a small wet spot from drool gathered in the sheet under his mouth and cheek. When Volgin gently touches his ear, it twitches once, returning back to it's previous spot, and he breathes in a bit more deeply- only to slowly let it out and continue sleeping, despite the presence of his boyfriend and the vibration in his pelvis, which has probably by now just become a sort of pleasant white noise sensation. |
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19 | - | [10:56 PM] Yevgeny Volgin grins, and leans down, and keeps touching his boyfriend, very lightly. He looks so beautiful like this... and all the time, but with him passed out, Volgin can admire him at his leisure, all the perfect angles of his beautiful face and body, the softness of the furry tail against his lovely ass, the planes of his belly and the joints of his hand and how pretty he is right down to his toes, all strong and perfect-formed with pretty little scars... |
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20 | [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.>" | |
21 | - | Smiling to himself, he strokes the back of his hand down David's side. |
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22 | - | [11:03 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is normally such a light sleeper, but like this, right now, he keeps dozing on. Though, he's more than likely to start waking up if Volgin starts doing more than soft, idle touches. But that's not right now. Right now, one of his ears is slightly trapped under his head and hair against the mattress, but the other twitches again, before turning slightly to the side. And as Volgin strokes down his side, David breathes a soft, probably happy and definitely sleepy noise as the tip of his tail and one of his hands twitches slightly. |
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23 | [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.>" | |
24 | - | And yet, despite how comfortable and relaxed he is in his sleep, he still has a slight frown on his face, probably because he didn't have a mom to tell him that if he keeps making that face that it'll get stuck that way. |
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25 | - | [11:18 PM] Yevgeny Volgin thinks the frown is charming, don't worry. (He thinks everything is charming, because he's very charmed by David.) But, mmm, he can hardly leave David just laying like this-- why, look at that, his ear is trapped under his head, and he's kind of twisted up from passing out so quickly! Surely the best thing Volgin can do for him is take his leash (what a good boy, putting himself on a leash to take himself for a ride!) and nudge him gently to lay on his back, and then lean over him and kiss his pretty doggy belly, and nuzzle his hip, and mouth soft kisses on the insides of his thighs... |
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26 | - | [11:25 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is indeed a very good boy who loves to be on his leash, even when master isn't around to hold it for him. David rolls very easily onto his back, knees staying bent, though his legs part a bit(possibly more with Volgin's help). His cheek, the one that had been against the bed, and the space around that side of his mouth, is slightly damp from the drooling he'd been doing, what a fuckin' goober. |
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27 | [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." | |
28 | - | Being nudged onto his back did a little to ease him onto the path of waking up, enough at least that he shifts slightly against the sheets and lets out another soft, sleepy sigh, head lolling slightly to one side and copper hair mussed and falling about his face and neck and shoulders, a lock or two maybe sticking to the slightly damp side of his face. And though he's still dozing, with that little hint of awakening, at all the kisses and nuzzles against his belly and hip and thighs, gentle and warm and slightly tickling, his tail starts to wag slightly and tiredly against the bed, more of a sleepy jerking of fluff than anything. "Nnnhhh..." |
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29 | - | [11:29 PM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes a soft, amused sound against the inside of David's leg, and uses his free hand to stroke that twitching tail as he kisses lower, down to David's knee, then... |
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30 | [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. | |
31 | - | Hehehehehe. What happens when he LICKS the ticklish spot? |
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32 | - | [11:31 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin's tail just tries to wag even more against that hand. But when David feels a tongue against the inside of his knee, he breathes in sharply before making a funny, doglike whimpery sound, his leg jerking away and trying to press his thigh and calf together. Jeeze, he really IS ticklish there! |
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33 | "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." | |
34 | - | That also seems to have made him wake up a bit more, since David takes another breath and lets it out in a low, tired growl, lifting a hand to rub sleepily against his face. "Mnnngh..." |
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35 | - | [11:54 PM] Yevgeny Volgin chuckles a little, and rubs his face against David's knee, and says, "<Good morning, my lovely little doggy. Did you have fun playing with yourself while I was away?>" |
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36 | - | [12:00 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin twitches a bit at the sound of his boyfriend's voice- for some reason his sleepy, sleepy mind didn't expect it. He replies with a low, sleepy grumbly sound, rubbing at his eyes. |
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37 | [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. | |
38 | - | "Mnnnfff-nngh..." Sleepy sleepy not-words. Finally, he peeks open a bleary, squinting blue eye to actually look at Volgin. "Mnnh- heyyy, Solnyshko..." His voice is even gruffer than normal, and extra mumbly to boot. |
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39 | - | [12:07 AM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a soft noise, and kisses David's thigh, and then bites it, lovingly. "Hey yourself, light of my life," he says, warm and sweet, and trails his nails along his calf. "You look so wonderful right now. Look at all this pretty, pretty skin... I feel like I haven't bruised it properly in months, Sobachka." |
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40 | - | [12:17 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin takes a short sharp breath through his nose at the bite, and he rolls his hips- only to be slightly startled by the jostling of something long and vibrating inside of him, making him groan. "Mnnh!... Ah, crap, left that in..." He hisses, his tail wagging a bit faster. "And no, Solnyshko, you really havent... Kinda miss it. Been ages since I got to have your marks on me." |
40 | + | [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. |