Page 80 of Pistols and Plush Toys

Elliot’s face turned into his neck, breathing hot and wet there. His thigh had shifted some, almost on top of Nikolai’s, and he had to force himself not to get distracted.

“Yes,” Elliot moaned.

Nikolai stroked from the back of Elliot’s neck over his shoulder blades and down the small of his back. He stopped at the swell of Elliot’s ass, and when Elliot moved meaningfully against Nikolai, he let himself palm lower.

“Oh,” Elliot said. His hips pushed against Nikolai’s suddenly and Nikolai felt him, hot and hard.

Perfect.

“Good,” Nikolai said warmly. “So good, Elliot.”

There was another gust of breath against his neck. His hand smoothed over Elliot’s ass and then trailed back up, using just enough nail to get a shiver.

“Mmm,” Elliot said on a sigh.

“More?” Nikolai asked. His hand went back down, pausing just before Elliot’s ass again.

“Please,” Elliot breathed. One of his hands found its way to Nikolai’s chest. The fingers curled as Nikolai touched him, hand palming the swell of his ass and then further down. His skin was so, so soft.

Automatically Elliot’s legs parted, thigh pushing further over Nikolai’s leg. Opening himself up for Nikolai. Fuck.

Carefully, Nikolai traced the sensitive skin down to where it joined Elliot’s thigh. Belatedly he realized he’d stopped moving Sheep, who was nuzzled near Elliot’s ear, but maybe that was okay for now.

“I like touching you,” He said, and Elliot whined, sending heat coursing through Nikolai. He kept stroking Elliot’s soft skin. “I like making you feel good.”

On a whim, Nikolai wrapped his hand around Elliot’s thigh—and fuck he could hold so much of it—and pulled outward, spreading him further. Elliot’s hips jolted against him.

He hadn’t planned anything but cuddling this morning, but Elliot had some kind of power over him. Every touch made Nikolai want more. “How is this?” Nikolai let two fingers trail up the inside of Elliot’s thigh pausing just short of touching him more intimately. “Okay?”

Elliot let out a cry. “Yes. Yes, please—I-I want—”

Nikolai swallowed hard. “You want me to touch you here?”

Elliot gasped, his hips thrusting against Nikolai’s. Nikolai’s own cock was throbbing now, his skin hot. Not even the pain was dampening it.

“Please,” Elliot gasped.

Nikolai’s whole body tensed with the need to give him what he wanted.

He forced a long breath, forced his muscles to relax.

“Okay, Котик,” he rasped. “Let me get what we will need.”

His hand moved off Elliot, and he set Sheep aside. Elliot uncoiled from his tight press against Nikolai’s body, and Nikolai kept his eyes off him so he couldn’t get distracted. Luckily the bedside table was within reach.

He grabbed both the lubricant and the condoms and shut the drawer, setting both on the bed, before he stopped to remind himself that Elliot hadn’t asked for more than touching.

He tore his eyes away from the condom packets to look back up Elliot. Elliot’s expression was heated, his pupils blown, and he looked so fucking beautiful.

“Kiss me?” Elliot asked, listing forward.

“Anything,” Nikolai promised, and caught his mouth.

The kiss was soft and indulgent, and Elliot sighed when Nikolai sucked gently at his lip. He loved how expressive Elliot was, how sensitive all of him was. It made Nikolai want to lay the man out and touch him everywhere, see just how much he could make Elliot feel.

That would be for a day when Nikolai wasn’t so injured.

For now, Nikolai made himself not get too lost in the kissing. They didn’t have all day, and eventually someone was bound to come knocking.

He reached again for Sheep and coaxed Elliot to lying on his stomach, the plush beneath him, cushioning Elliot’s hard, leaking cock. Elliot moaned as he was positioned, as Nikolai’s hand moved to Elliot’s lower back, pressing there.

Nikolai’s hand spanned nearly the width of him.

“Stay like this,” Nikolai told him, voice low. “I will take care of you.”

Elliot squirmed underneath his hand, but not to get away. Nikolai pressed down to test it, and got a thready whine.

Fuck.

He regretted the knife injury now, how one of his arms was out of commission. He glared at the bandages. If he tore a stitch and bled through, Elliot would most definitely want to stop. More than that, he’d probably become distressed and worried.

Nikolai bit down the growl. Fine .

He reached for the bottle of lube and snapped open the cap. He was seated beside Elliot, and now he shifted further down. When Elliot widened his legs, Nikolai pulled one leg over his lap. His injured hand smoothed up and down the skin. This much he could do.

He wasted no more time, taking two wet fingertips of his other hand to Elliot’s hole.

The first touch made the man jump, the muscles on his thighs tensing.

“Sensitive,” Nikolai commented.

He smiled when Elliot squirmed again. From this angle he could see everything, and he watched his fingers trace the rim, spreading slick around. Elliot’s hole was small, tightly puckered, and it was hard to imagine how Nikolai's fingers would fit in there, let alone anything else.

His teeth clacked together at that thought. Elliot hadn’t asked for that today, had only asked for Nikolai to touch him, but…

It was hard not to imagine it. Not to want it. Elliot had been so responsive to everything. What would he be like taking all of Nikolai? And how would Nikolai survive it, all that tight, quivering heat around him as he drove wave after wave of pleasure into Elliot?

His throat was dry. He pushed down the desire and tried to focus.

The first breaching he did slowly, so slowly. Just a single finger pushing in with slippery lubricant. Nikolai forced his eyes up the lines of Elliot’s body, looking for any signs that he was uncomfortable.

Elliot had curled his hands into the sheets, but he was making small sounds of wanting, hips shifting back into him.

So Nikolai kept going.

It was a slow process, and he didn’t rush it. He had no idea how long it had been since Elliot had had something inside him, nor did he know exactly how Elliot had suffered under Vitale, but no matter what, Nikolai was dedicated to not making this hurt.

Eventually he got one finger inside, then two. He added more lube so the glide was smooth and easy. Elliot deserved the time and the care.

Elliot clenched around him every thrust in, and high, quiet moans dripped from his mouth. Nikolai drank it all in, the way Elliot kept pushing back against the fingers, spine curved attractively as he made those beautiful noises. The fact that Elliot was letting Nikolai hear him was intoxicating.

Nikolai licked his lips. “Have you touched yourself like this?” He asked, voice rough with desire.

“Y-yes,” Elliot said. His hips shifted again, forward this time, pushing against Sheep underneath.

Nikolai wished he could see that too. “Have you touched yourself while playing with your friends?”

That question had a shiver running up Elliot’s spine. Nikolai watched it, Elliot’s whole body trembling, his hole tensing and releasing around Nikolai’s fingers. Nikolai couldn’t stop the groan he made in return.

“Yes,” Elliot whispered.

Fuck .

“Good,” Nikolai growled, pushing deeper, crooking his fingers now, searching. Elliot was so sensitive everywhere, would he also be sensitive there?

“They were good to you?” Nikolai asked. He couldn’t help the words as they fell from his mouth. “Your friends, they have nice, soft fur. Did you like it, touching you all over?”

Elliot cried out, his body jolting like he’d taken a shock. There.

“So good, Elliot.” Nikolai stroked over the bundle of nerves again. “So good for me.”

“Ah —N-Nikolai—” Elliot gasped. Breathless and perfect.

“Right here? This is your spot?” He touched it again just to hear that sweet cry once more.

Elliot’s next gasp was wet, needy, and one of Elliot’s hands pulled hard enough at the sheets to pull the corner loose.

Nikolai eased him back down by fucking his fingers in and out, going slowly. Elliot panted and started a disjoined, messy movement with his hips like he couldn’t decide between Sheep and Nikolai.

But he could have both.

“So beautiful,” Nikolai said, mesmerized. “Maybe we find toys for your friends. They would like to touch you like this too, maybe.”

He’d never thought about it until just that moment, but as the words spilled out, the images followed: Elliot straddling one of his stuffed animals.

Fezzik maybe, who was nice and big. Fezzik could wear a toy, something that strapped on, and Elliot could take it inside him.

He would look so good like that, moving at his own pace, letting it be soft and easy and just how he wanted it.

He would rock against Fezzik, letting Nikolai watch, letting him see how Elliot could be when he tended to his own pleasure.

“N-Nikolai, please,” Elliot said, sounding as breathless as Nikolai felt.

“What do you want, Котик?” Nikolai asked, bending down to kiss his shoulder.

Elliot shuddered. “More. ”

Nikolai pulled his fingers out, poured more lubricant, and then started to press back in with three.

“Fezzik would be nice, yes?” He asked, watching his big fingers stretch Elliot’s open. “I would watch him fuck you, make you feel good. While I kissed you, played with your nipples.”

Elliot keened, clutching at the sheets, hips moving frantically as he ground against Sheep and then fucked back on Nikolai’s fingers, chasing his pleasure.

Nikolai couldn’t look away. The desire inside him felt as though it’d suffused his whole body. He wanted to take care of Elliot in all ways, to give him the pleasures Elliot knew he wanted as well as the ones he had yet to discover. Nikolai wanted to do everything– anything –to please this man.

The hand of his injured arm smoothed up and down Elliot’s thigh, over the swell of his ass.

“Would you like it?” Nikolai asked hoarsely.