Page 183 of Pistols and Plush Toys

“So beautiful,” Nikolai said, mesmerized. “Maybe we find toys for your friends. They would like to touch you like this too, maybe.”

He’d never thought about it until just that moment, but as the words spilled out, the images followed: Elliot straddling one of his stuffed animals. Fezzik maybe, who was nice and big. Fezzik could wear a toy, something that strapped on, and Elliotcould take it inside him. He would look so good like that, moving at his own pace, letting it be soft and easy and just how he wanted it. He would rock against Fezzik, letting Nikolai watch, letting him see how Elliot could be when he tended to his own pleasure.

“N-Nikolai, please,” Elliot said, sounding as breathless as Nikolai felt.

“What do you want, ??????” Nikolai asked, bending down to kiss his shoulder.

Elliot shuddered.“More.”

Nikolai pulled his fingers out, poured more lubricant, and then started to press back in with three.

“Fezzik would be nice, yes?” He asked, watching his big fingers stretch Elliot’s open. “I would watch him fuck you, make you feel good. While I kissed you, played with your nipples.”

Elliot keened, clutching at the sheets, hips moving frantically as he ground against Sheep and then fucked back on Nikolai’s fingers, chasing his pleasure.

Nikolai couldn’t look away. The desire inside him felt as though it’d suffused his whole body. He wanted to take care of Elliot in all ways, to give him the pleasures Elliot knew he wanted as well as the ones he had yet to discover. Nikolai wanted to do everything–anything–to please this man.

The hand of his injured arm smoothed up and down Elliot’s thigh, over the swell of his ass.

“Would you like it?” Nikolai asked hoarsely.

“Fuck—”Elliot gasped, the curse punched out of him. His hips kept moving in a gathering rhythm, and every few thrusts Nikolai made sure to hit that bundle of nerves inside him. “Yes, yes, please—Nikolai—”

Nikolai sucked in a shaky breath. At some point he’d back burnered his own interest, but his cock was throbbing now. Heached.

“Nikolai, I—” Elliot moaned, writhing, then seemed to force himself to still. He peered up at Nikolai through his sweaty bangs. “I–I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” Nikolai growled playfully. To prove it, he curled his fingers against that nerve, enjoying the shudder of Elliot’s body.

“I want—” Elliot panted, not taking his eyes off Nikolai. “I—please. Fuck me?”

Everything in Nikolai seized with want, his fingers stilling as his chest heaved. Elliot’s face was ruddy with color, eyes bright with hazy arousal. His lips were red and kiss-swollen, and Nikolai wanted to eat him. Wanted to fall into him and suck bruises on his neck and shoulder, erase all the hurts he’d suffered and replace them with a sweeter ache. Fill Elliot’s ears with adoration and promises, give him everything he wanted.

Elliot stared up at him and Nikolai forced his mind back to English.

“You are sure?” He asked, because Elliot had to besure.Nikolai wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he caused Elliot harm. “I am—you are small.”

“You’ll go slow,” Elliot said with surety, not a question. “Please? I want it.”

Nikolai wasn’t the man to deny Elliot anything right now, and certainly not this.

“Yes,” Nikolai gritted out, meeting Elliot’s eyes. “But not like this. I want to see your face when I take you. I want to kiss you.”

Elliot’s eyes fluttered shut. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Okay.”

Nikolai made quick work of rearranging them. He pulled his fingers out and rolled Elliot over. The pillow went under his hips and Sheep, sticky already with precome, was pressed back against Elliot’s dripping cock.

Nikolai sat up on his knees, grabbing the lubricant and spotting the condoms. He went to reach for them, but Elliot held out a hand.

“Um!” He burst out. “I, um, Dr. William’s tested me. If you don’t want to…” He averted his eyes, biting his lip.

“No biting,” Nikolai said softly, and Elliot let his lip go. Nikolai took a sharp breath. “What doyouwant?”

“I want to feel you,” Elliot said, sounding fragile. “So I don’t need those if—if you’re okay with it.”

Nikolai felt his stomach swoop. “Okay,” he said roughly. “Yes.”

He clicked the cap on the lubricant again and dropped another dollop into his hand. He brought it to his cock, stroking himself slick and giving Elliot opportunity to look. To make a different decision if he wanted.

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