Page 182 of Pistols and Plush Toys

Nikolai bit down the growl.Fine.

He reached for the bottle of lube and snapped open the cap. He was seated beside Elliot, and now he shifted further down. When Elliot widened his legs, Nikolai pulled one leg over his lap. His injured hand smoothed up and down the skin. This much he could do.

He wasted no more time, taking two wet fingertips of his other hand to Elliot’s hole.

The first touch made the man jump, the muscles on his thighs tensing.

“Sensitive,” Nikolai commented.

He smiled when Elliot squirmed again. From this angle he could see everything, and he watched his fingers trace the rim, spreading slick around. Elliot’s hole was small, tightly puckered, and it was hard to imagine how Nikolai's fingers would fit in there, let alone anything else.

His teeth clacked together at that thought. Elliot hadn’t asked for that today, had only asked for Nikolai to touch him, but…

It was hard not to imagine it. Not to want it. Elliot had been so responsive to everything. What would he be like taking all of Nikolai? And how would Nikolai survive it, all that tight, quivering heat around him as he drove wave after wave of pleasure into Elliot?

His throat was dry. He pushed down the desire and tried to focus.

The first breaching he did slowly, so slowly. Just a single finger pushing in with slippery lubricant. Nikolai forced his eyes up the lines of Elliot’s body, looking for any signs that he was uncomfortable.

Elliot had curled his hands into the sheets, but he was making small sounds of wanting, hips shifting back into him.

So Nikolai kept going.

It was a slow process, and he didn’t rush it. He had no idea how long it had been since Elliot had had something inside him, nor did he know exactly how Elliot had suffered under Vitale, but no matter what, Nikolai was dedicated to not making this hurt.

Eventually he got one finger inside, then two. He added more lube so the glide was smooth and easy. Elliot deserved the time and the care.

Elliot clenched around him every thrust in, and high, quiet moans dripped from his mouth. Nikolai drank it all in, the way Elliot kept pushing back against the fingers, spine curved attractively as he made those beautiful noises. The fact that Elliot was letting Nikolai hear him was intoxicating.

Nikolai licked his lips. “Have you touched yourself like this?” He asked, voice rough with desire.

“Y-yes,” Elliot said. His hips shifted again, forward this time, pushing against Sheep underneath.

Nikolai wished he could see that too. “Have you touched yourself while playing with your friends?”

That question had a shiver running up Elliot’s spine. Nikolai watched it, Elliot’s whole body trembling, his hole tensing and releasing around Nikolai’s fingers. Nikolai couldn’t stop the groan he made in return.

“Yes,” Elliot whispered.

Fuck.

“Good,” Nikolai growled, pushing deeper, crooking his fingers now, searching. Elliot was so sensitive everywhere, would he also be sensitive there?

“They were good to you?” Nikolai asked. He couldn’t help the words as they fell from his mouth. “Your friends, they have nice, soft fur. Did you like it, touching you all over?”

Elliot cried out, his body jolting like he’d taken a shock.There.

“So good, Elliot.” Nikolai stroked over the bundle of nerves again. “So good for me.”

“Ah—N-Nikolai—” Elliot gasped. Breathless and perfect.

“Right here? This is your spot?” He touched it again just to hear that sweet cry once more.

Elliot’s next gasp was wet, needy, and one of Elliot’s hands pulled hard enough at the sheets to pull the corner loose.

Nikolai eased him back down by fucking his fingers in and out, going slowly. Elliot panted and started a disjoined, messy movement with his hips like he couldn’t decide between Sheep and Nikolai.

But he could have both.

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