BDSM, huh?

[volginswaifu]

[Yes indeed, an entire room filled with anything you could possibly imagine. Raikov was nothing short of ecstatic when he found the place, testing out whips and gags, blindfolds and handcuffs, not to mention a few intricate knives.]

[...and ginger root.[Oh, he was in heaven! Unfortunately, anybody who walked in at any given moment might not be,

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[musthatefrogs]

[Oh look. Guess who rolled right in, eventually. He was looking for you.]

Ivan? You...

[He paused. Yeah, he saw the stuff around them. Then, he might have smirked all too much after.

He loved how Ivan thought.]

[volginswaifu]

Oh, Yevgeny! There you are. Hehe, look at what I found~

[He placed his hands on his behind and licked his lips, still wearing those skintight leather pants.]

Everything we could ever want, and all in one place.

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin had to cop a feel for himself, pinching at Raikov's buttocks and ending with a slap in passing, before taking long strides around the room to ... survey its inventory.]

I suppose they wouldn't mind if we took some of it back to our place for ourselves, yes?

[volginswaifu]

Ohh~ [He smirked, allowing the other man to pinch him. The slap caught him a bit off guard, though.] Oh!

If they do, I don't care. I already have a whole cartful of things to take back. [He pointed over at said card with his thumb.]

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin looked.

Raikov indeed had thought ahead. He rose a brow, impressed.]

Very good.

[He leaned in, striding right back to Raikov, grinning rather lecherously:]

Now, I'm sure you're going to need room in that cart of yours, with all the things we're going to be sampling here.

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan tapped his new boots against the tile floor, grinning right back at the hulking Soviet.]

Sampling huh? I'm going to guess you don't just mean clothes either.

[musthatefrogs]

More than clothes, my dear.

[That smirk was a knowing one.]

You should catch me if I am not taking everything into account.

[volginswaifu]

[He waved a hand, chuckling.]

Right, right. Well we've got a lot of ground to cover, hm? I haven't even finished looking at all the clothes yet~

[musthatefrogs]

You can busy yourself with the clothes. I have a few other things in mind.

[Yeah, he was looking at the needles. Whips. Chains. Maybe things more exotic.]

[volginswaifu]

[With a light laugh, Ivan saunters back off to the clothing rack. He tries on an array of leather shirts and pants, many of which were missing "key" cover-up features. He wasn't too fond of the ones that showed off his graveyard of scars though.]

[Ivan picked up some long, elbow-length leather gloves. These could be useful for his prosthetic...]

[After awhile, he comes back to Volgin wearing those same pants and a tight leather vest, zipped up to the middle of his sternum and showing off the rest.] Like it~?

[musthatefrogs]

[(Volgin preferred to not be reminded of the scars that Raikov had acquired either.)

Now, with that, he skimmed his eye over Raikov, savoring what he saw. Indeed, Raikov could pick up the notes of approval in his breath, and elsewhere.

Maybe that riding crop he was wielding meant something too. He tapped it against his palm.]

How about you bend over, and I have you make a little noise with it?

[volginswaifu]

[He seemed to think on it, fingers grazing his chin and bottom lip thoughtfully.]

Oh, I don't know...aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself~? We haven't even looked through the rest of the room yet.

[Ivan was just being a tease--he turned around and walked over to a rack, making sure to exaggerate his movements. Those pants left little to the imagination.]

[musthatefrogs]

Fair enough.

[He still gave Raikov a good, casual slap on the leg with the crop before delicately putting it aside. With that, he took another set of long strides around the room, occasionally pausing to give something in particular a glance.

Eventually, he paused at the piercing selection. It was something he never really considered, given his biological anomaly, but with his amount of self-control these days...]

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan did a little hop at the slap, letting out an amused yelp.]

You just can't help yourself, can you?

[He set to take off those preposterous boots and put on a more manageable pair. After that, Ivan started eying an interesting pair of pants that seemed to have holes cut out over each buttcheek.]

Can you imagine sitting on a cold bench with these...? [He mused.]

[musthatefrogs]

I can't, not with you inviting it like you do.

[Volgin's voice was a purr, his usual purr that he usually used when he was being a usual bastard. And possibly a bit horny.

He surveyed the pants, still lingering at the piercings.]

I could see you in them.

[volginswaifu]

[Raikov let out a short laugh.]

I wouldn't be caught dead in these! [He tossed them aside and went to the shirt rack again, pulling out a "shirt" that was really more a mess of belts than a shirt at all. He canted his head at it before tossing it into his "buy" cart.]

Find anything? [Ivan made his way to the various harnesses along a section of wall.] Ohh...

[This one suspended your entire body into the air!]