Page 156 of Pistols and Plush Toys

“Is feeling good?” Nikolai rasped. Their eyes met and another one of those electric pulses of desire went down Elliot’s spine. He inhaled, sharp.

Nikolai was watching him with a gaze now hot and heavy. “???? and me… We are making you feel good?”

Elliot swallowed, his belly swooping as his heart pounded in his ears. He nodded helplessly.

Nikolai licked his lips and Elliot watched the motion. The tension tightened.

“Can we…” Nikolai's voice was low, sending more shivers down Elliot’s spine. “Can we keep making you feel good?”

“Yes,” Elliot whispered, amazed at his own daring.

But hewanted.

Nikolai looked from Elliot to Sheep and back again. Then one of his hands touched the bottom hem of Elliot’s shirt. “I can take off?” He asked, almost hesitant.

“Please,” Elliot breathed. This was everything he wanted. This wasexactlywhat he wanted.

The shirt came up and off.

“You are almost healed. Is good,” Nikolai said as he folded the shirt and set it aside. His eyes were roving over Elliot’s side.

“It barely hurts anymore,” Elliot said.

“I will never let him hurt you again,” Nikolai growled.

“I know.” He trusted Nikolai with all of himself. “I know.”

“Lie down for me and ?????” Nikolai asked. He tugged gently at the covers to move them, and Elliot was quick to shuffle down. Nikolai helped him, placing the pillow just as Elliot leaned back.

Elliot was mesmerized then by the sight of Nikolai above him, backlit in soft lamp light. The focus and heat in his blue eyes, the width and breadth of his large, strong body, the gold of his jewelry as it glimmered in the lowlight.

Nikolai called himself big and scary, and he was big, that was for certain, but he was so achingly gentle. With Nikolai here, Elliot only felt hot, wanting desire.

Elliot’s breath shook out of him as Nikolai reached for Sheep again.

“Is okay?” Nikolai asked, Sheep hovering above the center of Elliot’s bare chest.

“Yes,” Elliot gasped. “Please.”

Nikolai touched him with Sheep just above his abdominal muscles, where there was a dip. Then Sheep was traveling up hischest, tickling over his collarbone, his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Elliot moaned and turned into it, nuzzling that softness. It felt so good, every brush of fur electric and tingling.

“I never meet anyone like you before,” Nikolai said softly. “So sweet and kind.”

Sheep nuzzled him up the bridge of his nose and down to the other cheek. It was gentle and sensitizing, and Elliot felt sparking all over.

“Y-you’re sweet and kind,” Elliot managed, through the pleasure building within him. “You’ve done so much for me, and you didn’t have to. I was—I was the enemy.”

“You could never be enemy.” Nikolai pressed Sheep kisses to Elliot’s neck. “Sweet thing.”

Elliot whimpered at the endearment, at the soft brush of fur over where he was sensitive. He tilted his head to the side, wordlessly asking for more. The breath rushed out of him as Sheep kissed down his throat to his collarbone.

He felt sensitive everywhere, but the light furred kisses were drawing direct lines down through him, stoking the heat in his body.

“Nikolai—” it was barely a breath, but Elliot couldn’t help but say his name, helpless against the arousal. “I-I—”

“Yes?” The stuffed animal moved down his chest, brushing over one of the stiff peaks of Elliot’s nipples. It was a sudden, intense shock. He cried out, arching into it without thought. “Does ???? feel good?”

“Yes,” Elliot gasped.

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