Page 157 of Pistols and Plush Toys

Nikolai hummed, pleased. Then he pushed Sheep’s nose back and forth over that nipple, teasing the bud further and making Elliot squirm with the way the shocks kept reverberating through him. His legs shuffled under the sheets.

“????? likes it soft,” Nikolai murmured, like an observation. “Sweet. Has no one been soft with you before? Has no one touched you before like this?”

Oh god, oh fuck.Elliot shook his head. “N-no.”

“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 variedthe 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.”

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