new collar

[18:04]*Iroquois-Pliskin has been texting Simon timely updates on reality and reminders of his condition all day, while he's been doing other things. Like running errands. He bought himself a sweater! It's not exactly a new sweater- without Volgin with him, he went straight for a thrift store. The sweater is a little old, but it's still good! It's thick and warm, a wooly knitted material, and light gray in color. He also bought a new motorcycle helmet, though it's not as nice as the last one and doesn't have a built in headset in it- Volgin will probably have to get him another one of those.

It also occurred to him that he has no idea what all Volgin has in his kitchen, but David bought a few things anyways.

Namely some decent coffee(he really hopes Volgin has a coffee machine), cocoa mixes, and a pair of large mugs- one navy blue, and the other orange because he's PRETTY sure that's Volgin's favorite color, right? He's pretty sure he's remembering that right. He's also got a bunch of apples and seasonings and spices, including cinnamon sticks, and a slow cooker, planning on making cider later. Every day gets colder and even if it's not Alaska, he definitely wants to have nice warm things to drink.

He arrives at Volgin's apartment, not noting if the other man is home or not, and unloads the stuff he's bought in the kitchen, and starts trying to find places to put it all away, and get to know his boyfriend's kitchen better in the process.

[texting with Liquid]

[19:23]*Iroquois-Pliskin has finished putting away the stuff he brought, deciding against making cider right now. He can do that tomorrow or something. Instead, he washes out the new mugs, and starts heating up some milk to make hot cocoa in.

[more texting with Liquid]

[19:48]*Iroquois-Pliskin has accidentally spaced out super hard, sipping slowly at his hot cocoa and leaning against the kitchen counter, just staring out at the rest of the apartment.
[19:51]*Yevgeny Volgin yawns from the bedroom, in a rustling of bedsheets and blankets, and there's the faint noise of fingers tapping against glass, just barely audible.

> you should come over to my apartment
> and keep me warm in bed
[19:53]*Iroquois-Pliskin ... snaps out of it when he gets a text, causing his phone to vibrate quietly, and- he stifles a snort. Oh, that's cute. Volgin must not have noticed he's already home. He very quietly gives a reply.

>Ill be there before you know it
[19:55]*Iroquois-Pliskin thinks he's very clever. But first, he quickly heats up some more milk and makes another mug of hot cocoa- in the other mug he bought, the orange one. Hope Volgin likes dark chocolate! It only takes a minute, and then David is carrying both hot mugs into the bedroom, footsteps silent(it helps that he's already taken his boots off, just wearing socks on his feet).

"Hey, Solnyshko." He says, voice soft despite the gruffness.
[19:58]*Yevgeny Volgin had been in the middle of sleepily texting back a long string of hearts when--

"You DID get here before I knew it," he says, rolling over and blinking drowsily at his boyfriend. "Did I fall asleep?" Also-- are those matching mugs? He slowly smiles, pushing himself to sit up (he is not wearing a shirt).
[20:00]*Iroquois-Pliskin chuckles quietly, and sits on the edge of the bed, scooting right up to his boyfriend, shoulder against the other man's upper arm. "I was already here before you texted me, actually. Didn't realize you were already home and just asleep. Surprised I didn't wake you up."

He holds the orange mug out to Volgin, which is very warm and has a nice tasty beverage in it. "Here- Got you this."
[20:21]*Yevgeny Volgin takes the mug, and murmurs, "Well, I did feel especially safe and contented when I woke up..." before taking a sip-- oh, man, delicious. "This is good!" he says, delightedly, and kisses Pliskin's hair before taking another sip, appreciative.
[20:24]*Iroquois-Pliskin smirks, giving a quiet huff of a laugh. "It's just from powdered cocoa mix... I was having some, and thought you might like some, too."

He answers the kiss to his hair by turning his face up, shifting to lean in and nuzzle against Volgin's face- against the more heavily damaged cheek, laying a few kisses over the uneven, scarred skin. "Had a good sleep?"
[20:42]*Yevgeny Volgin mmmhmms, and rumbles, tenderly, "And I'm having an even better awake, Sobachka." He leans into the kisses, though he doesn't turn to catch them, sipping the hot chocolate instead. It is ALMOST as good as making out with his boyfriend.
[20:44]*Iroquois-Pliskin is perfectly happy to just sit and enjoy cocoa with his boyfriend, and crosses his knees, leaning a bit heavily against the other man as he sips at his own cocoa, which is already half empty. "Have any dreams?"
[20:53]*Yevgeny Volgin shrugs the shoulder his boyfriend is leaning on, gently. "Maybe. I don't really remember them if I did." Anyway... "Anyway, you're better than any dream I could have." Hey David hey did you know your boyfriend loves you?
[20:56]*Iroquois-Pliskin huffs at that again, and he frowns, acting like that was something embarrassing(and it is), but he fails to hold back a small smile. "You're corny as hell." He says, taking another sip- and it's hard to tell in the dim lighting of the bedroom, but his cheeks are a bit pink. "But what about if you dream of me?"
[21:11]*Yevgeny Volgin scoffs, "Couldn't be better than the real thing!" then amends, "I mean, unless there was more than one of you. Or if Ivan and you were teaming up on me, mmmm. That would be a dream worth sleeping to the end of..."

With a pleased little noise, he imagines it to himself, sipping his hot chocolate. "All right, I suppose you're better than most dreams I could have," he admits, "but the only exceptions are dreams with you in them."
[21:14]*Iroquois-Pliskin raises an eyebrow at Volgin, smirking as he listens to the man ramble slightly, and at the conclusion, he snorts. "Don't see why a dream with more than one of me would be great- who needs that many moody jackasses?" He says, mostly teasing, and he nudges his elbow against Volgin's arm. "I wouldn't mind dreaming about at least two of you, though."
[21:25]Yevgeny Volgin: "I do!" Volgin claims, mock-offended. "If there were two yous, one of them could make me hot chocolate, and the other one could give me kisses." He demonstrates the kisses, noisily and playfully-sloppy scattering smooches across David's face. "And you'd be TWICE as beloved as you are now, my David."
[21:29]*Iroquois-Pliskin was about to take a sip of his hot cocoa, when instead he's given a bunch of sloppy smooches all over his face! He gives a laughs, and pulls his face away, his mouth in a lopsided smile. "Okay, firstly, that pun was terrible. And secondly, just one me can give you hot cocoa AND kisses." He leans in to give Volgin a quick kiss of his own, right on the lips, and boy do both their mouths taste chocolatey right now. "But if there's only one you and two mes, do you really think you could give both of me enough attention? How would you divide your time?"

He's mostly asking these questions as a joke, fucking with him slightly, but still, he's having fun.
[21:33]Yevgeny Volgin: I bet, if I tried very hard, and believed in myself... I could suck you both off at the same time.
[21:34]*Yevgeny Volgin looks SUPER serious about that.
[21:37]*Iroquois-Pliskin snickers, and downs the rest of his cocoa, setting his mug aside as he speaks. "I don't think you'd have to try too hard- you're pretty talented, and it's not like I'm as endowed as you. Two of you, though... I don't think I could no matter how hard I tried. I kinda like having an intact lower jaw, y'know?"
[21:42]*Yevgeny Volgin laughs, and cups that jaw, and kisses it a little, reaching past David to put his mug down. "I like you having an intact lower jaw, too. But that doesn't mean I couldn't enjoy you with another me helping out... we would just have to fuck you together in some other way."
[21:46]*Iroquois-Pliskin turns his head slightly to nuzzle against the hand cupping his jaw, finding Volgin's thumb with his lips and smooching it gently. "Mmh... Could have one of you on either end." He says, and honestly, he's been hoping for a good spitroast for a while, and it's a real damn shame it hasn't happened yet. "Or..."

He pauses, then, smirks. "I bet, if I tried very hard, and believed in myself..." He echoes Volgin's words from just a minute ago, "I could take two of you in my ass."
[21:49]*Yevgeny Volgin growls, happily, and nibbles David's jaw. "I'd help you believe in yourself," he encourages, warmly, "because that's exactly what I was thinking of."
[21:52]*Iroquois-Pliskin enjoys those nibbles, and he turns his head again, this time to meet Volgin's lips with his, and give his lower lip a playful nip. And then he laughs quietly, pulling away. "How the hell do we always end up talking about this stuff?" He asks, nuzzling against his boyfriend's face. "From asking about your sleep to talking about double penetration."
[21:54]*Yevgeny Volgin points out, "YOU brought up the sex first, by asking me about dreams about you. Any dream about you would have to have kissing, or I would be very disappointed in it."
[21:56]*Iroquois-Pliskin shrugs, accepting the accusation. "Fair enough." He says, and gives another laugh against Volgin's cheek. "I do like kissing you, at least."
[22:03]*Yevgeny Volgin grins! "I like kissing you, too, beloved," he says, sweetly, and-- "Ah, that reminds me! Your collar arrived."
[22:12]*Iroquois-Pliskin sits up straight when he hears that, and is it weird that he feels excited?? It's probably kinda weird. "Can I see it?" He asks, sounding a little more urgent than he intended.
[22:23]*Yevgeny Volgin grins. "Absolutely, Sobachka! Give me just a moment..." He pulls away, and fetches a small padded package from the nightstand on the other side of the bed, pulling out a collar and presenting it to David.

It's made of two layers of leather-- black on the outside, and the inner leather softened with black suede lining on the inside, but the inner layer's showing face is vibrant, metallic blue, just barely peeking out around the edges but catching the light in flashes of color. The buckle and rivets and ring are all black nickel, and the ring already has a dog tag hanging from it, a brushed metal heart in paler blue with little rhinestones around the edge, engraved with "SOBACHKA" on the front.

[collar approx.: http://i.imgur.com/YUgGwnP.png ]
[tag(blue): http://www.pettags4less.com/aluminum-tags/aluminum-double-sided-pet-dog-id-tags/large-heart-with-swarovski-double-sided.html ]

[22:27]*Iroquois-Pliskin takes several seconds to just stare at the collar, the way the blue edges catch even the dim light of the room and shine, the shimmer of the rhinestones, the smooth leather, the tag being shaped in a fucking heart, the name his lover calls him by etched expertly on it... He lifts his hands to take it, only for his fingertips to hover a few inches away for a moment or two, before he drops them.

Instead, he looks up at Volgin with almost a spark in his ice-blue eyes, and he leans in suddenly to kiss him right on the lips, before murmuring, "Put it on me?"
[22:31]*Yevgeny Volgin has been watching Snake eagerly for his reaction-- it's nothing as fancy as that collar he'd torn off Snake, all those weeks ago, but he'd thought it would suit Snake, and he was right, apparently.
[22:32]*Yevgeny Volgin grins, and kisses him back, and asks him, "Could you turn around so I can buckle it, darling?"
[22:35]*Iroquois-Pliskin nods, and kisses Volgin one more time, before he turns around with his back to Volgin, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. He also pulls off his sweater- it's a turtleneck, and that'd just get in the way- leaving himself in a t-shirt. A t-shirt that miiiight be the one with wolves on it that Volgin got him ages ago.
[22:41]*Yevgeny Volgin barely remembers that, but it's still adorable, and he presses a kiss to the back of David's neck before slowly, tenderly, wrapping the collar around his throat, slipping the tail end through the buckle and pulling it until it fits nicely around David's neck.

Then, unable to resist the temptation, he pulls it a little too tight, just for a moment, as he makes a show of buckling it in place. Whoops. Hopefully David won't mind that little tease of choking!

"I could padlock it onto you," he whispers into David's ear, "make it so you'd have to wear it, and everyone would be able to see that you belong to me... but I don't want you to ruin it in the shower or anything like that, so I won't. For now."
[22:50]*Iroquois-Pliskin would totally be wagging his tail wildly if he had it right now, and he's kinda disappointed that he isn't. Alas. Volgin can probably tell how pleased he is without that, anyways, the feeling of the suede leather interior appealing and the chilly metal of the tag when it touches against the bare skin of his neck a little exhilarating. He also doesn't mind the brief tease of choking, making a small, strained noise in his throat.

And then the collar is in place, and David lifts his hands, fingers brushing against the layered leather, over the crystal rhinestones and the lettering of the tag, all while Volgin whispers against his ear and for just a second his breath catches. Sure, it's not as fancy as the one Dycedarg got him. But that collar didn't mean anything. This one does. He swallows dryly, feeling his throat move against the collar, and he turns his head to look over at Volgin with a small smile on his face. "It's great, Yevgeny. I wouldn't want to ruin it either."
[23:13]*Yevgeny Volgin maybe turns a little pink, and clears his throat a little, and mumbles, "I got a matching leash, too. If you ever want to be led around." David almost never calls him Yevgeny, and it's... really sweet, honestly, hearing it in his voice. "<You look beautiful in it,>" he adds, tracing a fingertip along the lower edge of the collar, just barely touching David's skin.
[23:24]*Iroquois-Pliskin likes to save that name, for exactly moments like this, for the way his lover's face goes a bit pink when he says it, the way Volgin goes bashful and mumbles. He adores it. The compliment and the barely-there brush against his skin just under the collar makes him shiver, and he gathers himself up onto his knees in order to turn around and cup his hands gently around Volgin's neck, leaning in in order to plant a much more serious kiss than the playful ones they were exchanging before.

Maybe if Volgin is telling him so much that he's beautiful, and that he's beautiful in the collar, maybe it isn't that outlandish a word to describe him.
[23:36]*Yevgeny Volgin thinks approximately nothing, because he is very, very busy kissing David back, arms going around his waist. His David, his beloved, is indisputably lovely, and Volgin wants nothing more than to stay with him, always.
[23:43]*Iroquois-Pliskin whines quietly against Volgin's mouth, hands sliding around to the back of the man's neck, and then on, as he curls his arms around Volgin's shoulders. He presses further forward, closer, just wanting to be close to him, against him, feel his love's heartbeat against his. He winds up straddling Volgin, their chests pressed together, his heart beating strong and fast, urging him to deepen the kiss, parting his lips, nipping Volgin's lower lip.

But then he breaks the kiss, though his lips still brush against the other man's, and he murmurs a quiet "I love you."