Page 70 of Pistols and Plush Toys

“Is no good.” Nikolai moved Sheep over to Elliot’s other nipple, circling the pink edging before nosing over the nub. It sent another bundle of wild spindles down through Elliot’s body. He shuddered and arched up into it, wanting more.

Nikolai teased at Elliot’s nipples until Elliot was writhing on the bed, and only then did he move Sheep back up to Elliot’s throat, caressing the skin there before trailing Sheep along his shoulders.

Elliot moaned, turning his head, allowing Nikolai more space to touch him.

Every bit of him felt sensitized, and every brush of Sheep’s soft fur sent flames licking through him.

Even Nikolai brushing Sheep down the underside of his forearm or across his collarbones made him sigh in pleasure.

“I like making you feel good,” Nikolai said quietly after many minutes of soft touching.

“I like when you touch me,” Elliot breathed.

Nikolai leaned in, and Elliot waited, body thrumming. He wanted Nikolai to kiss him. Wanted it so very badly.

But then Nikolai was lifting his other hand, the one not on Sheep, and moving it slowly toward Elliot.

He cupped Elliot’s cheek, touching him with intent for the first time.

Elliot almost moaned at the feeling of skin against his own, the heat of Nikolai’s large palm.

Elliot tilted his face into the man’s palm and pressed a kiss there. You are my gift.

“Can I make you feel good?” Nikolai asked when their eyes met. The sheets had been left to cover Elliot’s lower belly and bottom half, but now Sheep was nudging against them, asking to move them.

“Please,” Elliot begged.

Nikolai stroked his thumb over Elliot’s cheek and then lifted his hand away.

Then Nikolai was sliding the sheets down, baring Elliot’s arousal where he was stiff and making a mess of his underwear.

Nikolai said something in Russian that sounded like a curse, and then the soft nose of Sheep was touching at the band of his briefs. Asking again if he wanted to continue.

Elliot licked his dry lips and nodded, lifting his hips to help when those big hands of Nikolai’s curled into the band.

Nikolai pulled the fabric down his legs and then off, setting it aside with Elliot’s shirt.

Elliot took a shaky breath as he was laid fully bare. It took everything in him not to move his hands, to cover where his cock was hard and laying flat to his belly.

So instead he watched Nikolai’s face as he looked him up and down.

“Beautiful,” Nikolai said, with quiet reverence.

Elliot heard himself make a thin, desperate sound.

“If you are needing me to stop, I will,” Nikolai told him, once again picking up Sheep.

Another courtesy, from this marvelous, kind, selfless man. Wordlessly, Elliot nodded.

Nikolai smiled at him. Then Sheep was brushing over one of Elliot’s nipples again, scattering any leftover thoughts to the wind. Elliot’s eyes fell closed, hands curling in the bedding. Sheep teased him on one side and then the other and Elliot burned under the touches.

The stuffed animal trailed down Elliot’s torso slowly, so slowly. It brushed his abdomen, his belly button. He let out a small shock of laughter at the ticklishness, and then Sheep was moving further down.

Nikolai took his time. He circled around to Elliot’s thigh, then trailed down the length of his leg to his knee. He varied the weight of Sheep, letting the fur tickle and then soothe. He pressed Sheep’s nose in tiny kisses along the inner lines of Elliot’s thighs.

It shook Elliot apart. He didn’t know if it was Sheep or Nikolai or the fact that he was allowed to have both at the same time, but Elliot was coming apart at the attention. He was leaking all over his belly, his body arching up, reacting to every touch.

Nikolai brought Sheep back up and began the same ministrations with the other leg.

“ Please— ” Elliot cried. He felt out of control. Desperate, in a way he never had before. “Nikolai, please!”

Nikolai’s smile curled slowly like smoke. “Please for what?”

“M-more,” Elliot begged. “I— please.”

Sheep came back up his side and Elliot forced his eyes back open, rigid with anticipation.

“You want овца and I to touch you here?” Nikolai asked as Sheep stopped just short of Elliot’s cock, the nose edging around the wet spot on his abdomen.

“Please,” Elliot begged again.

Nikolai’s smile sharpened, and Sheep touched its nose to the base of Elliot’s cock. The soft fur brushing his length had Elliot moaning, loud and lost.

“Котик,” Nikolai said, the words smooth on Nikolai’s tongue.

Elliot’s whole body was trembling. “W-what?”

“Kitten,” Nikolai translated. He stopped just beneath Elliot’s cockhead and trailed back down, and Elliot whined in needy frustration. “Because you are so sweet. So soft.”

A different sort of pleasure fizzled through him, but then Sheep moved back up and traced over the head of his cock, fur brushing the sticky mess. Elliot’s head fell back against the pillow, overwhelmed.

“Can you come like this? With овца and I making you feel good?” Nikolai added pressure to Sheep, pressing the plush to Elliot’s body and trapping his cock against it.

“I-I— ah,” Elliot’s throat was a ruin, his head swimming. It was all he could do to suck in air and hold on.

Then Nikolai started moving Sheep against him like that, keeping a steady, soft pressure, just moving gently with it. Elliot wailed under the onslaught. He was already so close.

“You can come Котик,” Nikolai coaxed. “I have you.”

“Oh– oh–”

Elliot was a mess. Sounds were spilling from him now as his hips pushed up for more friction. He could feel the wet soak of it, the mess it was making of Sheep’s fur.

And Nikolai just kept going, slowly coaxing Elliot to impossible heights.

“Just like this. Sweet and easy,” Nikolai murmured. “Feeling good. Is first time with Sheep?”

It was such an unexpected question that Elliot’s face gave him away. “I—”

Nikolai leaned in closer in interest. “No? Sheep makes you feel good before?”

“I-I, um—” It was so hard to think like this, with every part of him alight, Sheep still moving over his cock, Nikolai’s heated gaze. “Y-yes?”

“Is good. I’m glad.” Elliot watched as Nikolai turned to look at their other companions in the bed. “And Fezzik?”

Elliot made a caught, guilty sound.

“Ah,” Nikolai chuckled. “Fezzik is big, perfect for cuddling.” He leaned further in, lips just barely brushing Elliot’s ear. “For making Котик come.”

Elliot jolted and suddenly he was boiling over, hips rutting against soft fur as his hands fisted in the sheets. He came unable to control his cry as he started to spill against Sheep.

“That’s it,” Nikolai said as he kept moving Sheep, taking him through it.

The pleasure radiated up from his hips, making his whole body tingle. The soft touch extended the way his body throbbed, and he moved against Sheep for a long time before he had to stop, finally too sensitive.

When it settled, Elliot sighed heavily as his body relaxed. Sheep was pulled away and the cool air that rushed in made him shiver.

A soft stuffie kiss was pressed to his cheek. Elliot forced an eye open to see it was from Max.

“Okay?” Nikolai asked. There was a pinch between his brows like he was worried.

“Yeah,” Elliot mumbled with a hazy smile.

That got him another smile. Then Nikolai reached over to grab the tissue box, wiping Elliot’s belly clean. “Good. Sweet Котик. Will be back, rest.”

Elliot blinked drowsily, watching Nikolai leave. Oh, Nikolai had taken Sheep with him. Right. Sheep would need to be washed, because…

He brought a hand up to rub at his hot cheeks. He’d—they’d—

They’d had sex.

And it had been perfect. Nikolai had been so careful with him.

Nikolai and Sheep.

Elliot reached for Apricot and Max in the rumpled covers and snuggled them in his arms, enjoying the fur against his bare, hot skin. Then he remembered the way Nikolai had looked at him, soft and worshipful, and Elliot shivered and buried his dopey smile against Apricot.

Eventually, Nikolai’s steps came back into the room.

“I’m awake,” he declared sleepily before Nikolai decided to leave him to rest.

Nikolai came back up to the bed, carrying Sheep and a glass of water.

“Sorry I’m taking so long,” Nikolai said as he set Sheep down on the bedside table. “Sheep is clean but needs to dry.”

“Oh,” Elliot said, and wanted to hide his face back in Apricot’s fur. “Sorry for making a mess.”

“Is good mess,” Nikolai said, gently touching Elliot’s bare shoulder. “I’m wanting you to feel good. Washing овца is easy.”

“O-oh,” Elliot said again. He swallowed around a dry throat.

“Here,” Nikolai said as he offered the water.

“Thank you,” Elliot said, shyly. He had to sit partially up to sip it, but it was wonderful on his throat.

“You are… okay?” Nikolai asked hesitatingly after Elliot had sipped his way through half the glass of water. He offered it back and Nikolai set it on the bedside table.

“Very okay,” Elliot said. “It was… it was amazing.”

“Sweet thing,” Nikolai murmured, stroking his knuckles down Elliot’s cheek. “Good. I’m glad.”

Elliot’s eyelids fell to half mast. He felt so good, like he could simply float away.

Nikolai took a deep breath and then shook his head. “Time to rest,” he said, voice a rasp.

It was as if the words were a command, and Elliot yawned. “Okay,” he said sleepily, snuggling down with Max and Apricot.

Nikolai pulled up the covers, tucking him in. There was a there-and-gone again touch to Elliot’s hair.

“Good night, Elliot,” Nikolai said quietly.

“Good night,” Elliot mumbled, eyes falling shut. “Thank you.”

The heavy tread of Nikolai’s steps went away from the bed, and then the door opened and shut again.

As Elliot drifted off, he heard Nikolai’s voice again.

You are my gift.