choking and vibrator and proposal?????

[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.

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.

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.

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...


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.
[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--

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.

Oh. Well then. Nothing to evaporate a bad mood like finding your lover in bed, having apparently fucked himself to sleep.

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.
[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.
[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...

Smiling to himself, he strokes the back of his hand down David's side.
[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.

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.
[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...
[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.

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..."
[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...

Hehehehehe. What happens when he LICKS the ticklish spot?
[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!

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..."
[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?>"
[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.

"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.
[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."
[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."
[12:29 AM] Yevgeny Volgin agrees, amused, "You did leave it in. And I think I'll leave it in, too." Leaving it in doesn't mean that he can't run his fingertips around it, though, teasing David's stretched hole and licking his lips. "Maybe I'll leave it in even when I fuck you," he suggests, and nudges the base with his fingertips, pressing it into David for a moment. "Or when I ride your cock. How would you like that, David?" He follows the question with a hard, harsh bite to his hip, which ought to keep him distracted.
[12:35 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin gives a sleepy groan when Volgin plays with the toy inside of him, making his back arch slightly. "Nnnhh... Those both sound good, Solnyshko..." He says, a smirk growing on his face, only to pause to hiss between his teeth at the bite to his hip, shit, that's nice. "Mngh! Ah... Y'know, I didn't even manage to finish earlier. Fell asleep before I got to actually cum."
[12:43 AM] Yevgeny Volgin looks SO INCREDIBLY PLEASED by this information. Does that mean he gets to torment David by not letting him orgasm? Oh, he hopes that means he gets to torment David, he could use a chance to torment someone. "Hmm! Well, I guess I'll just have to see how long I can keep you from coming, myself. I won't let you get the best of me, my pup, my love." He will lick David's cock, though, and dig his nails into his belly and scratch it-- hard and deep, a real scratch, not just belly-scratches for cute dogs.
[12:47 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin growls when Volgin clearly states his intentions to torment him, though he certainly doesn't bother to protest- though, he only hopes he stays awake this time to actually enjoy it when he gets to the end. "Wh-nnh. Who said I'm trying to get the best of you, huh?" He growls, rolling his hips against the sensation of his lover's warm tongue, the muscles of his stomach twitching under the harsh scratching of Volgin's nails, which leave red, welting lines behind. "Nnnngh, fffuck, missed that..."
[12:55 AM] Yevgeny Volgin is already starting to breath a little faster himself, and he sits up and adjusts his position, so he's straddling his lover's thighs and looking down at the pretty welts he left behind. Someone has a boner right now, and it's definitely Volgin. "Fuck," he breathes, "David, love, my love, you look so pretty," and he cross-hatches the scratches.
[12:59 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin loves it when Volgin has a boner. And how easy it is to tell his boyfriend has a boner, making him give a lopsided grin at the sight. "Mmngh- if you say so, Solnyshko." He growls, pleased, arching his back, pushing his belly into those scratches , breathing in sharply through his nose and, ahh, yes, good... Where the scratches cross and intersect, the skin starts to break and bubble up with blood under his love's fingers. "Mfffffffuck, yeah, like that..."

David's starting to get a boner, too, which is also pretty obvious, considering he's naked and his dick's right there for Volgin to admire.
[01:03 AM] Yevgeny Volgin bites his lip, trying to muffle a low, hungry sound of arousal, and scratches again, a little higher, a little harder, to see if he can break skin in one go, straight down David's sternum. "Bleed," he orders, breathlessly, "Bleed for me, my pup..."
[01:11 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin pushes his chest up into Volgin's nails, snarling, teeth clenched and face slightly flushed, trying so very hard to be a good dog and obey the orders of his lover, his boyfriend, his master, he is such a good dog... And with their efforts, with that scratch, his skin breaks and bleeds gently under Volgin's fingers, making David groan loudly with pained pleasure. "Ahhh! Y-Yes, yes, mnnhhh..."
[01:15 AM] Yevgeny Volgin moans, and fists his hands in the pillow David's head is resting on, and leans down to lick and lap at the blood, trembling with excitement. God, why don't they do this more often, he's already almost bursting at the seams with excitement and he hasn't even hit his lover yet, just scratched him, made him bleed, made him want to bleed...

He has to rest his forehead against David's chest after less than a minute, licking the blood from his lips and moaning and trying to collect himself. "Love you," he says, trying to remember how words work, "love you, love you, can I hit you, lover, can I bruise your face?"
[01:20 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin shivers and sighs at his lover's tongue against his chest, against his fresh, stinging wounds, God, he loves this, and he's definitely hard now, cock stiff and laying against his hip. But you know what David would more? If Volgin would h-

... Would practically read David's mind, it seems, because before he could even ask, Volgin's already asking, begging, to hit him, and David grins. "Heh. God, I love you. Was about to ask you if you could." He growls, rolling his hips, making himself groan with the jostle of the vibrating toy inside him. "Missed having you hit me- remember when you split my lip and made my nose bleed? Was so good, I miss it... I love it when you do that, Solnyshko. Love it most when you use your hands, fuck, Yevgeny, please hit me..!"
[01:27 AM] Yevgeny Volgin doesn't need to be asked twice! He does kiss David first, though, hard and eager and sloppily, because he loves him and he's going to hurt him and it's going to be so good.

He lays his hand on David's cheek as he sits back up, caressing his cheek, his brow bone, the fine, straight line of his nose, and curls the fingers of his other hand into the side of David's collar, pulling it tight across his throat. "I love you," he murmurs, breathless, and slaps David, not hard enough to break anything but definitely hard enough to bruise, and follows it up with more nails, scratching hard enough to welt.
[01:38 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin appreciates the kiss, eagerly returning it with fervor, earlier sleepiness a distant memory with the energy he shows now against Volgin's mouth. And he also appreciates the way Volgin pets him, strokes his face, so reverently and sweet and David just sends a lopsided smile up at him with his ice blue eyes surprisingly soft. The sweet, gentle buildup just makes it all the better when the blow finally comes, jerking his head entirely to one side and making him yelp with the sudden harsh pain. And even better, it's followed by more of those nails, scratching and welting his face and fuck, fuck, it's so good, and his hips jerk up into the air.

"Ffffuck!! God, yes, S-Solnyshko..." He groans, turning his head back to face his love, one side already read from the shape of Volgin's hand, and his eyes are just so full of adoration. "I love you..."
[01:47 AM] Yevgeny Volgin kisses him again, because he can't help it, and then presses the kisses across his cheek, nipping gently at every angle he can fit between his teeth. Jaw, nose, cheekbone, brow, earlobe, the side of his neck right above his collar... oh, he should bruise him here, too.

"Can I," he breathes, "take off your collar, so I can choke handprints into your neck, my love?"
[01:50 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin whines and whimpers at all these kisses and nips, a shudder running through his body as the ache from that blow really starts to set in on the side of his face and God, he loves this so much, loves Volgin so much, and he turns his head to nuzzle and smooch at what parts of his love's face and jaw he can reach.

He doesn't even answer the request with words, either, lifting his hands to eagerly fumble with the buckle at the back of his neck, until finally it's loosened and falls away, leaving his pale neck bare. "God, yes." He finally breathes, and presses another kiss to the corner of Volgin's mouth. "Yes, please, Yevgeny... please, choke me. Fuck, I love your hands on me, Solnyshko..."
[02:00 AM] Yevgeny Volgin starts with caresses again, fingers even more gentle, mouth descending to leave soft, lips-parted kisses all over David's skin, and he lingers for long, long moments, just tasting and nuzzling him from collarbones to jawbone.

He can't leave Snake-- or himself-- hanging too long, though, and he lays his hands carefully around Snake's neck, the tips of his thumbs deliberately mispositioned so he doesn't cut off blood or air flow too much if he forgets himself; then he leaves them there, staring at the mess he's already made of David, and orders, "Undo my pants, David, as well as you can. If you can, while I'm choking you..." (His cock is so hard, he could probably use it as a blunt weapon at this point.)
[02:01 AM] Yevgeny Volgin then presses down, tightens his grip, digging his fingertips in to leave really, really good marks.
[02:14 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin briefly, while Volgin kisses and nuzzles at his neck, lets his arms loop loosely around his lover's neck, growling low and soft and so very, very in love with this man. And almost as in love with the feel of Volgin's hands at his throat. He takes his arms away from Volgin's shoulders to instead try and do his best to obey his orders- but it's kind of hard to do, with the distraction of his throat being so wonderfully, lovingly squeezed.

David's cock throbs against his hip and he just. Pauses to give a long, harsh, strained groan of pleasure under his lover's hands. He hopes those leave absolutely wonderful marks, hopes he can make out the precise shapes of Volgin's fingers against his skin even a day later when he looks into the mirror. Ugh, focus, David, focus...

He struggles to pull himself together, face flushed and eyes hazy, and shaking hands make their way to the front of Volgin's pants to struggle with the fly, until finally, finally after several long, agonizing seconds, he manages to get it open, and his hands promptly dive into Volgin's pants to grasp desperately for his dick.
[02:17 AM] Yevgeny Volgin's dick is hard to miss, and also just EXCEPTIONALLY hard, making Volgin groan at even the faintest touch and tighten his hands on David's throat in reward. "You're gorgeous," he growls, and kisses his boyfriend on the mouth, sweetly, hips twitching and rocking against nothing but his hands.
[02:21 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin thinks that having his boyfriend's very large and very hard dick rocking against his fingers is very, very nice as he fishes it out of Volgin's pants so he can stroke and play with the length and girth of it more freely. At the compliment, he just gives a pleased whimper in reply, those hazy ice blue eyes locked on Volgin's face, soft and adoring and so, so full of love for this man who so sweetly hits him and kisses him and chokes him and loves him, and David hungrily returns the kisses, his own hips rocking gently up into the air.
[04:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin matches his kisses to David's, after a moment, because he can hardly deny that he's hungry for David, starving for David, he could have his fill of David every hour of every day and it still might not be enough...

Ugh, and his hands on Volgin, his neck under Volgin's fingers, who does he think he is? Volgin totally meant to torment David, to torture him, for hours and hours, but what he really wants to do is slap and pinch and scratch and bruise every inch of his body and fuck him silly, right now-- it's clearly been too long since they've done this, because Volgin is all but overwhelmed with desire for his perfect, perfect, PERFECT boyfriend. Ugh. "You make me want to fuck you," he groans, and bites David's lower lip, "I just want to roll you over and bite your shoulderblades and claw your ribs and sink into you, Sobachka, not even tease you or tie you down, just take my pleasure from your body then suck you off..."
[05:00 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin struggles to take a large breath as soon as his mouth is no longer completely occupied by Volgin's, a rattling gasp past the pressure on his windpipe and God, it's too good, the strain making his cock twitch again, fuck... They need to do this more often, need to have Volgin hit him and choke him more, so good. David's ears twitch at the sound of his lover's groaning voice, and he nips back at Volgin's lips, his own teeth sharp.

"Mmmnnhh... I'm not about to stop you, Solnyshko." He growls, voice hoarse and breathy. "Take- Take me however you want me, just... nnnh, hit me again first, maybe? Fuck, please, hit me again, Yevgeny..."
[05:10 PM] Yevgeny Volgin can't help but press closer, letting go of David's throat and kissing him more, hands cupping his cheeks. "Anything, anything, whatever you want, lover," he murmurs, hungrily, and rakes his hands through David's hair, nuzzling his unblemished cheek. "Here? Or over your scratches? Or do you want to playfight, love, let me beat you down until you can barely move?"
[05:13 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin gasps for air the moment his neck is free, refilling his lungs with what had been a slowly dwindling supply of oxygen, giving him a bit of a rush. Ugh, there's just so many things about a bit of choking that are so nice, why don't they do this more? Nnnh.

"Yeah, there. And anywhere else, mngh-" He rolls his hips up again, his head turning so he can return those nuzzles. He loves you. "Mfff- I'd love it if you could beat me, please... Cover me with your marks and bruises, nngh, wanna see you all over me when I look in the mirror for the next week, Solnyshko."
[06:10 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has TOO MUCH BONER and it is ALL DAVID'S FAULT. Dammit, David. DAMMIT, DAVID.

He tries to catch his breath, fingers curling in David's hair, rolling his hips against his lover's and grinding back. "God," he says, voice shaking, lips against his cheekbone, "you're too wonderful, lover, I'd love to bruise every inch of you-- hurt you so much that you can't even get up to look in a mirror, my sweet, my love, god--" and he lets go, righting himself and cupping David's face again, lovingly admiring every inch of his face, before slapping him again, harder, on the opposite cheek from the first.
[06:20 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin whines at the feeling of Volgin grinding against him, and his hips jerk into that again, cock aching and needy and fuck, he is way too horny right now. His love is hurting him and pleasing him and it's all been going straight to his dick. So when Volgin cups David's face, he stares up at him, a small smile on his face and ice blue eyes still so soft and adoring. He thinks better of saying something, because the next moment, Volgin strikes the previously undamaged side of his face, sending his head jerking to the side with a loud grunt and redness already gathering on the skin.

And just like the very first time David begged Volgin to hit him, it seems the blow has caused his lower lip to split, blood bubbling up. No nosebleed this time, though, but still, he turns his head back to face his lover in order to smile up at him again, lip slightly bloodied and so much love in his eyes. "God, I love your hands," He says again, and he reaches his hands out to rest them against Volgin's hips. And then, switching to Russian, he continues, "<I love you so much, my sunshine. I love how you hit me, I want you to hit me all over.>"
[08:22 PM] Yevgeny Volgin breathes a laugh, and leans down to lick the blood up, then bite David's lip, savagely, to make it bleed more. "<You fit so perfectly to me, love, I love you and want to do those things, too-- you want exactly what I wish to give you, my sweet, my pup, my beloved David...>" He bites again, and then sits up, resting his hands on David's arms and admiring the crosshatch of welts and drying blood on his belly, the scrape down his chest. "<I want to,>" he breathes, grinning widely, wildly, eyes alight with warmth and desire, and doesn't finish the sentence, just tightens his grip on David's arms to bruising-hard, then lets them go, lifting one gently to watch the white marks from his fingers flood back pink, then angry red.
[08:35 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin is so, so very lucky to have a boyfriend that wants to do to him everything David wants to have done to him, so so lucky. He wants what Volgin wants for him, he wants to be hurt, and Volgin wants to hurt him, and it just falls together so wonderfully and he loves it, almost as much as he just plain loves his boyfriend.

David groans as Volgin ravages his lip, to worsen the split and make it bleed more, smearing blood on his mouth and teeth, and then bites again, and David nips back, teeth sharp and canine, before Volgin pulls away... Only to squeeze Davids arms so tightly and has David already mentioned how much he loves his boyfriend's hands? Large and strong and so easy to hurt him with, God, so perfect, and David bites his own lip- it hurts and he doesn't stop, probably making the split even worse- and breathes in sharply through his nose. And then, all at once, the squeezing stop and he's left with the pleasurably aching rush of gentleness following the bruising pain.

"<That's good,>" He breathes, voice almost soft, and he tilts his head as he looks up at his boyfriend, letting the other man move and lift his arm without any protest. "<That's good... I'm glad I want what you want, I want to please you as much as you please me, you're so... I love you, my sunshine. Please... tell me what else you want to do with me.>" Not just to him. With him. David loves this man so much, loves being with him, loves all of this so much...
[08:53 PM] Yevgeny Volgin murmurs, "<I want to bite you to bruise and bleed, all over your shoulders, so moving aches and you think of me; I want to scratch and bleed my name into you, love, and hear it on your breath, I want your arms around me as I kiss you-- and kiss you-- and kiss-->" You, presumably, is what he would have said next, except he had been leaning close, and now he's busy kissing David's bruising and scratched cheek, the blooming red collar of handprints around his neck, his pretty collarbone (with several bites as well) and trapezius (with even more bites)...
[08:59 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin had been enjoying listening and imagining, enjoying having their faces so close, letting their noses touch, close enough for their lips to meet- and then they do, Volgin practically smothering him with kisses, on the bruises and scratches on his face, his neck... David does as Volgin had wanted, it's the least he can do in return for his lover doing so much for him, and he curls his arms around the other man's shoulders as Volgin starts to leave kisses and bites farther down, each bite bringing a soft, pleased, growling noise from David's aching throat.

"<Harder.>" He demands, a hand running through Volgin's short hair, "<Bite me harder, make me bleed and bruise, Sunshine...>"
[09:06 PM] Yevgeny Volgin follows orders, eagerly, biting savagely at David's meaty, deliciously muscular bits, digging his front teeth in to try and break skin on his shoulders, and his upper pecs, and the beautiful muscles of his upper arms, and drags his fingers all over David's torso, soaking up the warmth of him, caressing every inch of muscle he finds.
[09:15 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin arches his back into those delicious, wonderful sensations of pleasurable pain, sharp and stinging, his head tilted so he can watch hungrily, see his own blood smear onto his boyfriend's lips and teeth as his skin breaks under them, making him groan and growl and roll hip hips up needily.

"<Fuck, yes, like that, mmnngh...>" He breathes, fingers curling against Volgin's scalp, gripping the man's short, soft blond hair as best he can, shivering under his lover's fingers.. "<Yevgeny... Sunshine, please... hit me more? Bite me and hit me and- nnngh!>" His hips jerk up again, his eyes shutting tight as he bites his bleeding lip again.
[09:19 PM] Yevgeny Volgin was really, really eager to get to the fucking part, but he can't say no to David, and he leaves a sloppy, bloody kiss on his lips before sitting up again, and looking him over, and then punching him-- rather weakly, he's not really in a good position to get any real momentum or a good angle, but a weak punch from Volgin is still plenty enough to hurt-- in the side, just below his ribs.
[09:21 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a pained noise at that, actually flinching- that's a bit of a sensitive spot there, and it makes him wheeze slightly. But he recovers quickly, a shudder of pleasure running through him, and his hips buck up again- every time Volgin jostles him, it shifts that lovely vibrating toy inside of him, and it just feels so damn good. David's cock is painfully hard and so sadly neglected, flushed against his hip, and he scrapes his nails slightly against Volgin's scalp, groaning loudly as soon as he catches his breath.
[09:32 PM] Yevgeny Volgin licks his lips, and slaps where he just punched, playfully. "<Is this good, lover?>" he asks, breathing hard, his own cock looking pretty neglected and very, very ready for attention.
[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...

"<... 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.>"
[10:00 PM] Yevgeny Volgin answers, fervently and adoringly, "<You,>" and runs his hand down David's chest, traces his fingertips over welts, circumnavigates the new tender spot he left and strokes David's hip. "<I want you, always, smiling and happy and at my side, so I can kiss you and look at you and make sure you get all the things you need.>"
[10:01 PM] Yevgeny Volgin would probably marry David, if the concept wasn't vaguely absurd. Gay marriage? What's that?
[10:07 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes an almost pained sound at those words, and his cheeks go flushed- more than they already were at the blooming bruises. Oh. "O-Oh." He... He melts a bit, shivering, and he really hadn't expected that. He'd asked, expecting an answer in the moment, what Volgin would like to do right now, like if he wanted David to suck his dick, or if he wanted to beat him more, or something. But not that- and yet that's so much better, and it makes David's heart ache.

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.>"
[10:16 PM] Yevgeny Volgin kisses him back, and holds him back, and breathes in the smell of him, even if the smell is mostly sweat and sleepdrool and skin and hair, and makes a little noise like David just grabbed his heart and squeezed. "<Then I'll have to stay forever,>" he whispers, "<to keep you happy, David.>" Hell, even if it's an absurd idea-- "<I'd marry you, and promise myself to your side, never to leave, if you wanted it. I'd get your name tattooed over my heart and wait on you like a servant, if you told me to, or roll on the floor like a dog and lick your feet, I'd do anything you wanted of me, as long as it makes you happy.>"
[10:24 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't care if it's an absurd idea in most of the world in either of their times. It still hits him like a punch right to his heart and makes him whine, turning his head to bury his face against Volgin's neck for just a minute as he hugs him tight, fingers curling and bunching in the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt. "Y-You're joking." He finally says, accidentally slipping back into English, his voice muffled and growling against the other man's neck. "You gotta be, right? Why would you... Why would anyone want to be with me that much?? I just-"

God, he sounds pathetic, and he forces himself to stop right there, pulling his face away from Volgin's neck to kiss him instead, needy and eager and so, so in love. He doesn't bite, just a feverish kiss that lasts several long seconds, before he breaks it to smile against his lover's lips. "<I want to make you happy, too.>" He says, pressing their foreheads together. "<You don't have to serve me or do tricks or brand yourself or do anything so ridiculous, I just want you with me. I want to make you happy, too, Yevgeny, my sunshine.>"
[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.>"
[10:45 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin whines, really, really whines, and he loses his words for a minute there, just nuzzling and smooching against his boyfriend's face and lips, oh, he loves him. He loves him. David loves him. He- He actually feels his eyes start to sting, his face hot, and all he can do is hold tight onto Volgin and try not to embarrass himself too much.

"<Are you- Are you sure it's not too soon?>" He asks when he finally finds his words again- he has to ask, the side of him that's all about trying to stay calm and rational, ingrained in him, won't let him not consider it. It's only been a few months, after all. He can name a few people who would probably give him crap for this. But he doesn't give a shit about what they think right now- he wants to make sure that Volgin is certain about this. If he is, then... maybe David could be, too. His voice has a slight tremble to it. "<I just... I want to know that you're absolutely sure. Please, tell me, Yevgeny... are you sure?>"

Their foreheads together, David's eyes, ice blue and maybe slightly misty, are trained on Volgin's, and his body is shaking lightly.
[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.>"
[11:02 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin whimpers, and closes his eyes as well, pecking his lips against Volgin's. Practically every word makes him shiver, makes him fill with joy and a need to hear more, more. "<I love you, too. I love you and I want to be with you, I want to have you to come back to even when I have to leave and fight for my cause, even if I have to be gone a while. I->" He chokes a bit, and clears his throat, keeping his eyes shut tight- they're burning. "<I want all of this, I want all of you... I guess I'm just a bit worried it's too soon. Even though I don't think waiting any longer is going to change anything, heh.>"
[11:04 PM] Yevgeny Volgin whispers, "<You have all that already. We can wait as long as you want, love, but you already have me, all of me, for forever.>"
[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.>"

And then he laughs against Volgin's mouth, a bright, cheery sound, something so foreign for him, but here it is. "Fuck it. Let's do it. Why the hell not?"
[11:23 PM] Yevgeny Volgin has never heard David laugh like that, but oh, is it music-- he wants to hear it every day-- and he kisses and kisses and kisses back. "Who's going to stop up?" he asks, breathlessly, and laughs back, absolutely buoyant with joy, and rolls them over, arms around David's waist and lips on his face. "How soon do you want? We could buy rings tomorrow, and throw a party at Tori's  the day after-- do you want a honeymoon? We could go to someplace far away, and take a tour of all the honeymoon suites and fuck on every surface."
[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."

He growls again, and kisses Volgin again, nibbling his lip for a moment. "Mmmnnh... I want it as soon as we can, without rushing it. Make sure we get good rings. Make sure we pick a good day. And-" And another laugh, that's what! And wet eyes, blinking blearily through the damp haze. "And a h- a honeymoon, that sounds fantastic. Fuck, I can't- this has got to be a dream, right? Saying all this- it's crazy, doesn't feel real, I've gotta still be asleep with you on your way home, right? There's no fucking way I'm talking about- about a [b]honeymoon[/b], about... about marr-marrying someone, for real."
[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.
[11:57 PM] Iroquois-Pliskin makes a soft growling noise at Volgin kissing his eyelids, his eyes going shut and staying that way- it's easier to keep a grip on how fucking wet his eyes are, like this, even if some of the dampness had started to gather in his eyelashes. He sniffs, quietly, and decides not to mention that Master Miller had told him a few times that he wanted to take David to Japan sometime. That sort of thing isn't for now. Maybe later.

"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."

And then David gives Volgin's lips a peck. "I wouldn't mind going, though."
[12:18 AM] Yevgeny Volgin says, "I was there, once, in the fifties, and the mountains are beautiful. We could walk up and down the whole island, from mountain to mountain-- I remember hearing about a town where you can pet and feed deer, though I never made it there-- it would be wonderful to see it with you." He kisses back, and buries his hands in David's hair. "We could sleep in tents, and fuck on the sacred magical mountains, instead of in honeymoon suites!" he adds, like that makes it sound more tempting, grinning up at David and slowly scraping his hands down his boyfriend's back, to stroke the base of his tail and oh hey they were building up to having sex, weren't they? Volgin ought to jostle this pretty buzzy dildo in David's cute butt.
[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.

But then the talk segues into something more sexual, and he has to chuckle a bit, and press a playful kiss to the corner of Volgin's mouth, enjoying the feel of his lover's hands raking down his back and making him shudder, his tail wagging faster in the hair when those hands are at its base... Oh!! David groans loudly, arching his back down, hips rolling and raising up into the air slightly. Shit- somehow he forgot that toy was in there, fuck, that felt nice. "Mmmnnngh... Fuck, that felt good..."
[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.
[12:30 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin hisses at the slap, his hips jerking forward as the toy is jostled again, fuck, that's nice. "Mnnngh, God, yes..." He growls, nuzzling against Volgin's face. He settles his hips back down against his lover's, grinding against him- David had gone a bit soft during all that talk, but now he's definitely getting hard again already. "I still haven't had a chance to cum... We should absolutely have sex. Right now."
[12:32 AM] Yevgeny Volgin makes a low, hungry sound, and nuzzles his boyfriend's lovely jawline, and orders him, fondly, "Go get lube, and I'll fuck your ass right along side the dildo you have stuffed up there. How does that sound?"
[12:36 AM] Iroquois-Pliskin answers with a low, needy growl. Translation: hell fucking yes. Almost reluctantly, he climbs off Volgin in order to find where he left the lube- somewhere around here, he was USING it earlier- shuddering occasionally as he moves, each movement shifting that toy inside of him and giving him a vibrating jolt of pleasure. Finally, he locates it on the floor (must've been knocked off the bed at some point) and snatches it, before climbing back atop Volgin, sitting on his hips and pressing the bottle of lube to the man's chest. A bit breathless, he just says, "Here."