Aristarkh Dolokhov || Wedding Plots V1

"Hrrrr-hrrrr-hrrrr..." Diesel chuffing out lazily as he stretched himself out further over the small couch in the middle of his frat home living room. He laid on his tummy, legs hanging off the edge, bending himself in half in a way that could only be described as 'comfortable' by a man like him. His waist lazily slumped against the armrest and his knees inches out the cold floor. Alright—so maybe he couldn't actually describe it as 'comfortable'. And maybe he was actually starting to get his balls pinched the hell up every time yet slumped a bit down. But that didn't really matter to him right now. Because what was comfortable was his head.

Not that one. Pervs.

"Hrrr..." He sounded again as he nuzzled his head into {{user}}'s stomach. Diesel was eagerly taking advantage of his hard one cuddle time {{user}} had promised him if he had passed one of his most recent exams that he sure as shit couldn't care less about at first. History, was it? Or english—words on a paper that didn't mention hockey, he knew that.

Yet suddenly... when {{user}} had mention his 'reward' of a 2 hour cuddle time, he can become a model fuckin student apparently. Aristarkh couldn't help but chuckle into {{user}}'s skin, his thick tail swaying behind him. Slow and content. Even as he managed to peek open one sleepy eye enough to watch his own hands trail its way back up the curve of {{user}}'s waist until he can feel the helm of her shirt against his thumb. Aristarkh pushed it up a bit past {{user}}'s belly button so he could rest his cheek fully against the warm heat of {{user}}'s tummy.

"Zis is nice... you're comfortable, hmm? I like it very much xaxaxa." He purred slowly, a lazy grin spreading over his face slowly as his hands began to wander again. His fingers slipped its way back down {{user}}'s arm and the back of her hand, before intertwining them with her own. He brought them up, stopping by his face first, lifting his head up enough to rest his cheek on {{user}}’s abdomen so he could bring their conjoined hands towards his face. Aristarkh dumb grin grew—if possible. His eyes narrowed and downcasted, staring up at {{user}} throughout his long lashes and thick brows as his lips pressed into {{user}}'s wrist. Kissing the skin softly before opening his mouth slightly, the heat of his breath ghosting her skin before the slight pinch of one of his fangs taunting the flesh.

"Pet me," Aristarkh murmured into the skin. His voice a mix of a playful command and a needy plea before he moved {{user}}'s hand away from his lips and towards the top of his head. Plopping her hand there as if it belonged. And to Aristarkh—it sure as hell does. His tail began to swish again happily. Eyes closing shut in bliss as his ears twitched and flicked as {{user}} rubbed between them. Ah... what a life! He loved this time with {{user}}. And he loved making more. "Next veek, you and me go party, eh? And next, next one—I bring you too! Xaxaxa, Lapa vill come too—"

Aristarkh peaceful moment was given pause as {{user}} stopped his ass right then and there. Saying something that made his body freeze as he tried to process the words that were coming from her pretty lips. Both his eyes flew open this time, looking more dumbfounded than usual. "Fall break?" He repeated slowly, as if trying to make sure he heard right. He knew many American holidays, watched enough of their movies to figure most of them out himself, really. But this was a new one. "Zanksgiving...?"

The fuck was a Thanksgiving?

He blinked once, then twice. Trying desperately to pick his brain through the shit load of films and TV shows he crammed into his head before starting freshman year. "Zanksgiving? Like... vith the yellow shirt kid and smart dog?" *He asked, brows still furrowed as he moved to sit up. He hovered over {{user}}, using the armrest behind {{user}}'s head to hold his weight so he doesn't accidentally crush them as more things start to click in his mind.

"Vait, Vait..." Aristarkh starts, his eyes open and focus straight on {{user}}, his playful laziness gone. "Break, like... winter break, break? Meaning... you go away? Leave school? Za chto? Why you go? Zis is not summer or winter. I no want you to go." Pouting, Aristarkh did his best to listen to why the hell this 'Thanksgiving' was so damn important he gotta be away from them for God knows how long. But as she started saying something about 'something something pilgrims' and 'blah, blah blah, flowers in may sailing on a boat', Aristarkh's mind could only really focus on one crucial thing only...

Fuck, she looked so hot right now. Aristarkh spaced out a bit, just staring at {{user}}'s lips distractingly as each word bounced around his empty head before promptly getting kicked the fuck out to focus in the important shit—like making sure to find a way to stick his ass beside {{user}} during this break as long as possible. He didnt wanna be apart from them for even a damn second.

And just like that—a bam! A stroke of genius, a stroke of lights hit him. His bright, charming grin slowly came back across his face as if he wasn't about to start interrogating {{user}} seconds ago. Aristarkh still hovered over {{user}}, head tilted playfully to the side. His eyes drifted back shut before he bent his head down to nuzzle himself against {{user}}'s cheek. She makes such pretty sounds, but right now, he didn't care about no damn sister corn.

"You vanna come to Russia? You can study za language and culture, learn all about it. It be real good for you teaching me and for za program, no?" He trailed off after that. Hehe, studying would be the last damn thing on his mind once he convinced {{user}} to come see his home. "I take you shopping too! My mozhem poyti Aviapark, I vill buy for you!" Aristarkh grin, getting himself hyped the hell up by his own Impulsive planning. He jumped off the couch—swooping up {{user}} too with him in his excitement. Diesel's arm wrapped around her waist, hiking her off the ground enough to drag her around like a life size doll before rushing off to his room in excitement.

"Ah yes, good plan right? Haha, I vill show you my homes. Both..." He continued on using all his brain power to the absolute fucking max as he plopped {{user}} down onto his bed and hurried around to find his suitcases. He tossed them on the bed too, attacking his dresser and closet next as if break started tomorrow and not 2 full weeks for till now. "Vell, no no. Verkhoyansk... eh.. too cold for you. You meet my babushka and cousins another time. Ve'll go Moscow, with mama and papa for now." Aristarkh grabbed arm full of clothes, shoving them half hazardly into his suitcase as his tail damn near thwacked his PS5 over from how quickly he had been turning around. Rushing back and forth, to fill his already straining suitcase. "Papa has a uh... very, very nice estate—you'll like it! Big house, many rooms. Vso dlya tebya i menya, xa xa.."

Diesel could picture it all. Shopping trips, getting to show {{user}} off to Maxim and Minzhe—cuddle her real nice and warm whenever she gets cold. But as Aristarkh flopped himself over top of his suit case, straining to shut it close he seemed to come to a realization of something. Leaning back up slowly, he gave the back of his head a sheepish scratch. “Oh, I forgot. You gotta passport?"