Page 85 of Pistols and Plush Toys

This time Elliot didn’t try to bite down his whine. Us. He nodded desperately, and Nikolai’s smile then was smug and pleased. “You will be so good for us,” Nikolai growled, clicking open the bottle of lube.

Elliot sucked in air as Nikolai’s wet fingers started to trace around his rim. He was so, so ready. He didn’t think he could bear to be teased. “Please,” he gasped. “Nikolai—”

“Yes,” Nikolai said, voice low, and one of those fingers started pressing in.

Elliot moaned, pushing into it, one of his hands reaching out blindly and clutching at Fezzik’s fur for support. Nikolai was above him, so close, and Elliot pulled him back in with his other hand, kissing him with all that stoked arousal.

Nikolai's finger pressed in and in and in, the initial burn sparking along his nerves. They’d only done this a few times so far, with Nikolai using his fingers inside him. Elliot was constantly amazed how good it felt, like this, with him.

Nikolai worked him up slowly, one finger and then two only when Elliot begged for it. His kisses grew messy as Nikolai crooked those fingers and touched that spot inside him that made his whole body jolt. His skin was burning and he was panting, squirming against Fezzik.

There was still even more to come though, and Elliot couldn’t wait any more. He was vibrating everywhere, buzzing with anticipation. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“Ready for Fezzik?” Nikolai asked, reading his mind. Elliot’s eyes fluttered open to see Nikolai gazing down at him, expression hungry. His fingers were still buried inside him, and he clenched around them, hazily watching the muscle in Nikolai’s jaw jump.

“Y-yes,” Elliot said. His cock was achingly hard, leaking against his belly, and Nikolai hadn’t even touched him there.

Nikolai pulled his fingers out slowly. There was the click of the lubricant bottle again and Elliot sucked in a big, staggering breath.

The purple cock Nikolai had picked out for Fezzik wasn’t even all that large, considering. Part of Elliot knew that taking it on its own wouldn’t be that difficult. But everything else about this moment with Nikolai was pulling him apart.

It was Fezzik and his soft fur underneath Elliot, holding him in place. It was the dark hunger on Nikolai’s face as he got him ready. It was the careful but covetous way Nikolai touched him, like he was precious as well as desired.

It was the way Nikolai continued to prove how much he didn’t find any of this weird or off putting. How he welcomed this part of Elliot instead.

Us, Nikolai had said. And meant it.

Nikolai’s hand was moving up and down the silicone shaft, covering it in slick, and Elliot couldn’t look away.

He swallowed hard, moved one of his legs further out. “Please.”

Nikolai licked his lips and tilted the blunt silicone head to Elliot’s hole. Because of its slim shape and the way Nikolai had taken his time opening him up, it immediately started to slip inside.

He took the head, but then the press in stopped. He made a desperate, questioning sound.

Nikolai hummed thoughtfully. “Котик, you will need to slide down.”

Elliot’s cotton-stuffed brain slowly put that together. A stuffed animal couldn’t thrust into him. For all of Fezzik’s size, he didn’t have any mobility.

So if Elliot wanted this inside him, he’d have to fuck himself down onto Fezzik’s cock.

The electric buzzing within him grew louder as a wash of heat, embarrassment, and desire coiled up together at the idea of fucking himself on Fezzik’s cock while Nikolai watched.

A hand dropped down onto his side, smoothing up Elliot’s sweat-damp skin. “Are you needing to stop?” Nikolai asked.

“No,” Elliot said in a rush. “No, I—” he took a deep breath and his hands found Fezzik’s arms for leverage. “I can do it.”

His cheeks were so hot, but the arousal in the cradle of his hips drove him on.

Slowly, he shifted further down as Nikolai held Fezzik’s cock in place.

It was awkward to move this way on his back, but every shift downward drove Fezzik’s cock further inside him, and he could hear the way Nikolai’s breath went unsteady, could feel the way the hand on his thigh tightened before relaxing again.

Nikolai found this just as arousing as Elliot did, and that made all of the difference.

“Is good size?” Nikolai asked, voice rough. “Feels good?”

All of Elliot’s nerves were shivery and alive, dialed up in their intensity. He was aware of Fezzik’s soft fur, of the air against his skin, of his own heart pounding in his ears. Everything was so much . He nodded frantically, words beyond him, and continued to move under Nikolai’s intense gaze.

Then, finally, Elliot had shifted down enough that he hit the base of the toy, and the tip of Fezzik’s cock slotted right against his prostate. His whole body shuddered at that, and he let out a needy whine, hands digging into the fur on either side of him.

Nikolai said something in Russian that sounded like a curse.

“Full,” Elliot gasped. He was– oh fuck –Fezzik was inside him.

It was just a toy, just a stuffed animal, but it also wasn’t. It felt lewd, what he was doing, almost forbidden. It was a shocking level of intimacy that he never would’ve dreamed of fantasizing about, let alone trying, and certainly not with anyone else.

But here he was. With Nikolai and with Fezzik.

“Fezzik is big,” Nikolai said, and he sounded just as affected as Elliot felt. “Is what you liked about him, yes?”

It was. It was the first thing that had attracted Elliot to the polar bear. He’d never seen a stuffed animal so big, and he’d wanted to touch Fezzik’s soft fur. Wanted to feel it against his skin.

Now he was feeling that fur everywhere, touching him in the most intimate places. He shivered again all over, and it caused the cock inside him to shift, making him moan.

Suddenly Nikolai was pressing forward, kissing him hot and heavy. His demanding tongue slipped into Elliot’s mouth and it burned him all the way down. His body clenched, but now it had something to clench around, and this time he fed his moan into Nikolai’s mouth.

A second later a thumb rubbed over one of Elliot’s nipples, and he cried out as he jolted, the shock bright.

“My sweet Котик,” Nikolai rasped, kissing across his jaw and down his neck. “Sweet and sensitive.”

Elliot gasped when Nikolai nibbled at his collarbone, over days-old love bites there, Nikolai’s fingers plucking at his nipple at the same time, coaxing it to a stiff peak.

He clenched again around the cock inside him as Nikolai kissed and touched him, moving from one nipple to the other, teasing his nerves and stirring up more throbbing arousal inside him.

A pinch at one nipple made him squirm and Fezzik slid bluntly over his prostate again. Elliot cried out, louder than before, at the wild, twisting snarl of pleasure.

Nikolai gentled him through it, his fingers wandering away from Elliot’s sensitized nipples to stroke easy lines down his sides to soothe.

His mouth followed, kissing first sternum and then down to Elliot’s stomach, before stroking back up to his shoulders.

He ran lines down Elliot’s skin with blunt nails, wakening nerve endings Elliot didn’t even know could be arousing.

Elliot’s cock was leaking steadily, twitching at every new caress, but Nikolai ignored it. His touch was part massage and part tease. He clasped their hands together, but only to press Elliot’s down into the sheets, to drag slow kisses over his hips and down his thighs as Elliot trembled.

When Nikolai turned his head to suck a mark onto Elliot’s inner thigh, a full body shudder ran through him. He didn’t know whether he wanted to beg Nikolai for more or beg him for mercy. He felt needy and wound up in a way he’d never experienced before.

His hips shifted restlessly and he wailed when it made the tip of that cock bump against his prostate again. What must he look like, legs spread and speared open on Fezzik’s cock? “N-Nikolai—”

Nikolai pulled his mouth away from Elliot’s thigh with a wet sound, leaving a lurid purple mark behind. “More?” He asked, voice low and hungry.

Elliot had no idea what more was, but he knew that no matter what, Nikolai would take care of him. Nikolai would give Elliot what he needed. “More,” he agreed, feeling desperate.

Nikolai gave him a sharp grin and reached down, bypassing Elliot’s cock to touch between his legs, where Fezzik’s cock disappeared inside of him. Elliot had a hazy moment to wonder what Nikolai was doing, and then the cock inside him started to vibrate.

His whole body tried to jackknife as the toy buzzed right up against where he was most sensitive. Immediately Nikolai’s grip on him tightened, gently holding him in place. Elliot moaned, the sound loud and uncontrolled.

“Good?” Nikolai asked, the question a growl. “You look so good.”

“G-good,” Elliot managed to whimper, half out of his mind. It was so much, but he didn’t want to stop. He loved that Nikolai’s hands were firmly holding him in place, making him take it.

“Feel Fezzik inside you,” Nikolai rumbled, letting go of his hands, both of Nikolai’s hands sliding down to Elliot’s hips. “Soft fur, but a hard cock.”

It was hard to pay attention to what Nikolai was saying, the way the sensations were stacking up against him. Elliot’s world was narrowing to the buzzing inside him, the way he was gasping to breathe.

“Can you move, Котик?” Nikolai asked, and the words were teasing. Like Nikolai knew just how much this was taking Elliot apart. “Or it is too hard to move?”

Elliot tried, grasping for Fezzik’s fur beneath him and circling his hips—which made the vibrator press against his prostate again. He arched up, crying out, eyes squeezing shut. “Can’t,” he sobbed. “Can’t, I can’t—Nikolai, please—”

“You want we should stop?” Nikolai murmured, right in Elliot’s ear. “Or you want I should help?”

“Help,” Elliot choked out, mind spinning.

Nikolai chuckled, the sound rich and warm, and then the hands on Elliot’s hips tightened.