Page 181 of Pistols and Plush Toys

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—andfuckhe 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 trailup 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, ?????,” 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 sofuckingbeautiful.

“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.

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