Page 184 of Pistols and Plush Toys

But the eyes staring up at him were dark and interested. Nikolai could see no doubt.

Then Elliot was making space between his legs for him. Nikolai came in close, but dropped down first for a kiss. He took his time, tasting Elliot, slipping his tongue into Elliot’s mouth until Nikolai tasted his moans.

“You are everything,” Nikolai said, voice low, when he pulled back.

The smile Elliot gave him made his heart tumble.

“I… I didn’t know it could be like this,” Elliot said softly, like a secret. “That someone could just accept—accept me—” His voice cracked and he broke off.

But he didn’t need to say it. Nikolai knew exactly what he meant.

“Your friends are important,” Nikolai told him. “They are part of you. I care about you, so I care about them. They make you feel good, feel happy.” He licked his lips. “Is all I want.”

Elliot rapidly blinked away the glossiness of tears. “I just—thank you. You make me feel like… like a whole person. Like I don’t have to hide or change.”

“I hope you never have to again,” Nikolai said. “You are too special to have to hide.” He leaned down to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

Elliot giggled, soft and heart wrenching. His hand wormed between them to wipe his eyes. “That’s why I want this. I’ve never done it like this. Likeme.”

The weight of that statement almost crushed him. It was criminal that Elliot had never been cared for as he should.

No matter what happened between them, Nikolai vowed to never ever let anyone devalue Elliot like that again. He deserved to be cherished and celebrated and appreciated.

“I will go slow,” Nikolai said, kissing Elliot’s cheek again. “I will take care of you.”

Elliot looked up at him, eyes open and trusting. “I know.”

Nikolai settled back between Elliot’s legs. It took some shifting to get the angle. He didn’t ask anymore if Elliot thought he was ready. Elliot knew what he wanted.

“Tell me if it is too much,” he said, and then he pressed forward.

Elliot’s eyes slid closed as Nikolai’s cock breached him, obviously relaxing his body in a way that was clearly familiar. Nikolai refused to think about where Elliot might have learned how to be fucked, and instead sank into the feeling of opening him up, slowly and carefully. He let the initial penetration take ages, easing Elliot the whole way through, drinking down his whimpers and moans, listening to the truth of Elliot’s body.

It went on and on, with kisses in between. Slow and uncoordinated when Elliot hitched up tight, breathing through the stretch.

But it was happening.

“Oh,”Elliot breathed when Nikolai's hips finally met his. It was a shock between them. A moment of uncertainty.

Nikolai sucked in air, his muscles bunched tight as he held himself still.

“You can m-move,” Elliot said eventually, chest heaving.

Sheep was caught between their bodies, a soft lump against Nikolai’s abdomen, and Nikolai reached under to touch Elliot, fingering the sticky head against all that fluffy fur.

Elliot gasped, and Nikolai bit down a curse as he clenched around him. “Nikolai,please.”

Nikolai hips moved of their own accord at that plea, pulling back enough to roll forward slowly. Elliot cried out, throwing his head back, and Nikolai revelled in the sound.

“K-keep going,” Elliot said, and Nikolai complied.

It was all shocks of electric pleasure after that. Elliot arched and moaned beneath him, their rhythm uncoordinated but needy. Their lips met in half kisses, grazings of teeth.

It came easy, like they’d done this before.

He tasted more of Elliot’s cries, kissed down his jaw into his throat, and sucked at the flutter of pulse there. Nikolai had never had so many urges to put his mouth on someone before, but he couldn’t seem to stop with Elliot.

At Elliot’s loudest cry, vicious satisfaction coursed through Nikolai at having extracted it. He knew he had gotten the right angle, and so he stayed there. He moved against that bundle of nerves inside Elliot, crushing Sheep down, holding the friction as his thrusts sped up.

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