Page 81 of Pistols and Plush Toys

“Fuck—” Elliot gasped, the curse punched out of him. His hips kept moving in a gathering rhythm, and every few thrusts Nikolai made sure to hit that bundle of nerves inside him. “Yes, yes, please— Nikolai— ”

Nikolai sucked in a shaky breath. At some point he’d back burnered his own interest, but his cock was throbbing now. He ached .

“Nikolai, I—” Elliot moaned, writhing, then seemed to force himself to still. He peered up at Nikolai through his sweaty bangs. “I–I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” Nikolai growled playfully. To prove it, he curled his fingers against that nerve, enjoying the shudder of Elliot’s body.

“I want—” Elliot panted, not taking his eyes off Nikolai. “I— please . Fuck me?”

Everything in Nikolai seized with want, his fingers stilling as his chest heaved.

Elliot’s face was ruddy with color, eyes bright with hazy arousal.

His lips were red and kiss-swollen, and Nikolai wanted to eat him.

Wanted to fall into him and suck bruises on his neck and shoulder, erase all the hurts he’d suffered and replace them with a sweeter ache.

Fill Elliot’s ears with adoration and promises, give him everything he wanted.

Elliot stared up at him and Nikolai forced his mind back to English.

“You are sure?” He asked, because Elliot had to be sure. Nikolai wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he caused Elliot harm. “I am—you are small.”

“You’ll go slow,” Elliot said with surety, not a question. “Please? I want it.”

Nikolai wasn’t the man to deny Elliot anything right now, and certainly not this.

“Yes,” Nikolai gritted out, meeting Elliot’s eyes. “But not like this. I want to see your face when I take you. I want to kiss you.”

Elliot’s eyes fluttered shut. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Okay.”

Nikolai made quick work of rearranging them. He pulled his fingers out and rolled Elliot over. The pillow went under his hips and Sheep, sticky already with precome, was pressed back against Elliot’s dripping cock.

Nikolai sat up on his knees, grabbing the lubricant and spotting the condoms. He went to reach for them, but Elliot held out a hand.

“Um!” He burst out. “I, um, Dr. William’s tested me. If you don’t want to…” He averted his eyes, biting his lip.

“No biting,” Nikolai said softly, and Elliot let his lip go. Nikolai took a sharp breath. “What do you want?”

“I want to feel you,” Elliot said, sounding fragile. “So I don’t need those if—if you’re okay with it.”

Nikolai felt his stomach swoop. “Okay,” he said roughly. “Yes.”

He clicked the cap on the lubricant again and dropped another dollop into his hand. He brought it to his cock, stroking himself slick and giving Elliot opportunity to look. To make a different decision if he wanted.

But the eyes staring up at him were dark and interested. Nikolai could see no doubt.

Then Elliot was making space between his legs for him. Nikolai came in close, but dropped down first for a kiss. He took his time, tasting Elliot, slipping his tongue into Elliot’s mouth until Nikolai tasted his moans.

“You are everything,” Nikolai said, voice low, when he pulled back.

The smile Elliot gave him made his heart tumble.

“I… I didn’t know it could be like this,” Elliot said softly, like a secret. “That someone could just accept—accept me—” His voice cracked and he broke off.

But he didn’t need to say it. Nikolai knew exactly what he meant.

“Your friends are important,” Nikolai told him. “They are part of you. I care about you, so I care about them. They make you feel good, feel happy.” He licked his lips. “Is all I want.”

Elliot rapidly blinked away the glossiness of tears. “I just—thank you. You make me feel like… like a whole person. Like I don’t have to hide or change.”

“I hope you never have to again,” Nikolai said. “You are too special to have to hide.” He leaned down to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

Elliot giggled, soft and heart wrenching. His hand wormed between them to wipe his eyes. “That’s why I want this. I’ve never done it like this. Like me.”

The weight of that statement almost crushed him. It was criminal that Elliot had never been cared for as he should.

No matter what happened between them, Nikolai vowed to never ever let anyone devalue Elliot like that again. He deserved to be cherished and celebrated and appreciated.

“I will go slow,” Nikolai said, kissing Elliot’s cheek again. “I will take care of you.”

Elliot looked up at him, eyes open and trusting. “I know.”

Nikolai settled back between Elliot’s legs. It took some shifting to get the angle. He didn’t ask anymore if Elliot thought he was ready. Elliot knew what he wanted.

“Tell me if it is too much,” he said, and then he pressed forward.

Elliot’s eyes slid closed as Nikolai’s cock breached him, obviously relaxing his body in a way that was clearly familiar.

Nikolai refused to think about where Elliot might have learned how to be fucked, and instead sank into the feeling of opening him up, slowly and carefully.

He let the initial penetration take ages, easing Elliot the whole way through, drinking down his whimpers and moans, listening to the truth of Elliot’s body.

It went on and on, with kisses in between. Slow and uncoordinated when Elliot hitched up tight, breathing through the stretch.

But it was happening.

“Oh,” Elliot breathed when Nikolai's hips finally met his. It was a shock between them. A moment of uncertainty.

Nikolai sucked in air, his muscles bunched tight as he held himself still.

“You can m-move,” Elliot said eventually, chest heaving.

Sheep was caught between their bodies, a soft lump against Nikolai’s abdomen, and Nikolai reached under to touch Elliot, fingering the sticky head against all that fluffy fur.

Elliot gasped, and Nikolai bit down a curse as he clenched around him. “Nikolai, please.”

Nikolai hips moved of their own accord at that plea, pulling back enough to roll forward slowly. Elliot cried out, throwing his head back, and Nikolai revelled in the sound.

“K-keep going,” Elliot said, and Nikolai complied.

It was all shocks of electric pleasure after that. Elliot arched and moaned beneath him, their rhythm uncoordinated but needy. Their lips met in half kisses, grazings of teeth.

It came easy, like they’d done this before.

He tasted more of Elliot’s cries, kissed down his jaw into his throat, and sucked at the flutter of pulse there. Nikolai had never had so many urges to put his mouth on someone before, but he couldn’t seem to stop with Elliot.

At Elliot’s loudest cry, vicious satisfaction coursed through Nikolai at having extracted it. He knew he had gotten the right angle, and so he stayed there. He moved against that bundle of nerves inside Elliot, crushing Sheep down, holding the friction as his thrusts sped up.

Elliot keened as Nikolai stoked the fires of his pleasure, and he bent down, unable to help himself, as he sucked a small mark, then another on Elliot’s neck. He only forced himself to pull away to keep from leaving anything lasting.

“You are so beautiful,” Nikolai said. It was hitting him over and over again what a gift this was. The tenderness, the openness. Things Nikolai had thought he would never be able to have.

But somehow he was here, with Elliot. Elliot who was letting him be this close. Who trusted him. Trusted Nikolai to hold him and trusted Nikolai to keep him safe.

“I will keep you,” he whispered into Elliot’s ear. “The way I feel… I have never had this.”

Elliot made a sound almost like a sob, and his head turned to catch Nikolai's mouth.

Nikolai kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, his body moving without thought, hips fucking into Elliot, urging him higher and higher.

“I want to take care of you,” Nikolai heard himself saying in between kisses. “I want to make you come. I want you in my bed, in my life—” Nikolai’s throat tightened on emotion and he had to swallow around it. “Elliot.” He said his name like a plea.

Suddenly Elliot was curling up against him, hands clutching hard where they’d found Nikolai's shoulders, nails digging in as his body went taut. In this he was silent, body shaking as he started to come. Nikolai felt it around him and he followed Elliot over the crumbling edge.

The orgasm crashed into Nikolai hard, wave after wave of it as he moved inside Elliot. For long perfect seconds there were no other thoughts except for Elliot, except for the pleasure woven around them.

It felt ruinous, the closeness, the easy affection. There would be no coming back from it. There would be no satisfaction with less, the way Nikolai had been going on before. In so little time Elliot had changed him.

The collapse on the other side came soft.

Nikolai felt his strength wavering after having supported himself the whole time on just his one good arm, so he shifted from on top of Elliot as he pulled out so he wouldn’t crush him.

In the shuffling Sheep slid off somewhere in the blankets, but Nikolai couldn’t bring himself to fumble for the plush just then. He’d find Sheep later for a cleaning.

For now he stayed close, wrapping his arm around Elliot’s waist to pull him back in. They would get up and clean up and face the world soon, but Nikolai wanted just a few more moments with Elliot. Just a few more moments like this, tangled up together, as Nikolai breathed Elliot in.

The soft sigh against his throat that followed meant everything.

The room fell still and silent. Nikolai was warm and sweaty but already cooling down. His sheets were a wreck. He couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Nikolai?” Elliot said, breaking the silence from where his face was pressed to Nikolai's chest.

It took Nikolai an extreme amount of resilience to open his eyes. “Hm?”

He felt Elliot pull back and Nikolai looked down. There was a smile, heart-breakingly sweet.

“What?” Nikolai asked.

Elliot giggled. “It’s just—you look more tired now than after all of yesterday.” His smile dimmed, as if remembering why he shouldn’t find any of this funny.

Nikolai couldn’t have that. He cupped Elliot’s face with his good hand. “You wear me out, Котик.”

That got him a stifled laugh and a nose wrinkle. “Uh huh.”

“Is true,” Nikolai said, stroking his thumb over Elliot’s cheek. “No one is like you.”

“What do you mean?” Elliot asked.

“Before you, I could not be… open with partners,” Nikolai said. He lifted a shoulder. “I’m not wanting to be open, maybe.”

He watched Elliot’s face as he thought that over. “I’m glad you let me in,” Elliot said. “I… it’s so different with you.”

“Good different?” Nikolai asked.

“Yeah.” Elliot turned to kiss the palm of his hand, making Nikolai’s breath catch. “I feel more like me. More me than I’ve been in a long time.”

Nikolai smiled. “You should always be most you.”

“So I should always be with you?” Elliot said, with a playful grin.

Nikolai leaned in to kiss it. “Maybe yes.”

Elliot laughed.

“I did not hurt you?” Nikolai asked next, needing to be sure.

“No.” Elliot shook his head. “And you? Your arm?”

Nikolai had to shift to free his other hand, but when he turned his arm to see the bandage, it didn’t look like anything had bled through. He hurt, but he didn’t think he’d made it worse. “Is fine.”

“Good,” Elliot said, and yawned.

“Now we get up, before someone comes to find us.” Nikolai hated saying it, but he didn’t want to push their luck.

“Oh,” Elliot said, eyes widening. “Oh, um, yeah, probably lots to do today, huh?”

“Yes,” Nikolai sighed. “I have to check yesterday’s mess was cleaned up. See what we know about the Vitale family now. And you. We must settle what we do with you.”

Elliot sat more fully up. “I’m… I’m staying with you, right?”

The question was tentative, but it warmed Nikolai’s heart that Elliot felt he could ask at all.

“Yes,” Nikolai assured him. “Anything you want, I will give you.”

“Then I want to be right where I am,” Elliot said shyly. “Here with you.”

For that comment Nikolai had to lean in and kiss him once, twice, half a dozen more times.

Somewhere in the middle of that his phone went off. He groaned when he pulled away, taking in Elliot’s flushed swollen mouth, his bright eyes.

“We must get up,” Nikolai said, resigned.

Elliot sighed. “Fine.”

Nikolai tried not to be too pleased about the grumpiness in Elliot’s tone.