Page 195 of Pistols and Plush Toys

Nikolai’s hand was moving up and down the silicone shaft, covering it in slick, and Elliot couldn’t look away.

He swallowed hard, moved one of his legs further out.“Please.”

Nikolai licked his lips and tilted the blunt silicone head to Elliot’s hole. Because of its slim shape and the way Nikolai had taken his time opening him up, it immediately started to slip inside.

He took the head, but then the press in stopped. He made a desperate, questioning sound.

Nikolai hummed thoughtfully. “?????, you will need to slide down.”

Elliot’s cotton-stuffed brain slowly put that together.A stuffed animal couldn’t thrust into him.For all of Fezzik’s size, he didn’t have any mobility.

So if Elliot wanted this inside him, he’d have to fuck himself down onto Fezzik’s cock.

The electric buzzing within him grew louder as a wash of heat, embarrassment, and desire coiled up together at the idea of fucking himself on Fezzik’s cock while Nikolai watched.

A hand dropped down onto his side, smoothing up Elliot’s sweat-damp skin. “Are you needing to stop?” Nikolai asked.

“No,” Elliot said in a rush. “No, I—” he took a deep breath and his hands found Fezzik’s arms for leverage. “I can do it.”

His cheeks were so hot, but the arousal in the cradle of his hips drove him on. Slowly, he shifted further down as Nikolai held Fezzik’s cock in place. It was awkward to move this way on his back, but every shift downward drove Fezzik’s cock further inside him, and he could hear the way Nikolai’s breath went unsteady, could feel the way the hand on his thigh tightened before relaxing again.

Nikolai found this just as arousing as Elliot did, and that made all of the difference.

“Is good size?” Nikolai asked, voice rough. “Feels good?”

All of Elliot’s nerves were shivery and alive, dialed up in their intensity. He was aware of Fezzik’s soft fur, of the air against his skin, of his own heart pounding in his ears. Everything was somuch. He nodded frantically, words beyond him, and continued to move under Nikolai’s intense gaze.

Then, finally, Elliot had shifted down enough that he hit the base of the toy, and the tip of Fezzik’s cock slotted right against his prostate. His whole body shuddered at that, and he let out a needy whine, hands digging into the fur on either side of him.

Nikolai said something in Russian that sounded like a curse.

“Full,” Elliot gasped. He was–oh fuck–Fezzik was inside him.

It was just a toy, just a stuffed animal, but it also wasn’t. It felt lewd, what he was doing, almost forbidden. It was a shocking level of intimacy that he never would’ve dreamed of fantasizing about, let alone trying, and certainly not with anyone else.

But here he was. With Nikolai and with Fezzik.

“Fezzik is big,” Nikolai said, and he sounded just as affected as Elliot felt. “Is what you liked about him, yes?”

It was. It was the first thing that had attracted Elliot to the polar bear. He’d never seen a stuffed animal so big, and he’d wanted to touch Fezzik’s soft fur. Wanted to feel it against his skin.

Now he was feeling that fur everywhere, touching him in the most intimate places. He shivered again all over, and it caused the cock inside him to shift, making him moan.

Suddenly Nikolai was pressing forward, kissing him hot and heavy. His demanding tongue slipped into Elliot’s mouth and it burned him all the way down. His body clenched, but now it had something to clench around, and this time he fed his moan into Nikolai’s mouth.

A second later a thumb rubbed over one of Elliot’s nipples, and he cried out as he jolted, the shock bright.

“My sweet ?????,” Nikolai rasped, kissing across his jaw and down his neck. “Sweet and sensitive.”

Elliot gasped when Nikolai nibbled at his collarbone, over days-old love bites there, Nikolai’s fingers plucking at his nipple at the same time, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He clenched again around the cock inside him as Nikolai kissed and touched him, moving from one nipple to the other, teasing his nerves and stirring up more throbbing arousal inside him.

A pinch at one nipple made him squirm and Fezzik slid bluntly over his prostate again. Elliot cried out, louder than before, at the wild, twisting snarl of pleasure.

Nikolai gentled him through it, his fingers wandering away from Elliot’s sensitized nipples to stroke easy lines down his sides to soothe. His mouth followed, kissing first sternum and then down to Elliot’s stomach, before stroking back up to his shoulders. He ran lines down Elliot’s skin with blunt nails, wakening nerve endings Elliot didn’t even know could be arousing.

Elliot’s cock was leaking steadily, twitching at every new caress, but Nikolai ignored it. His touch was part massage and part tease. He clasped their hands together, but only to press Elliot’s down into the sheets, to drag slow kisses over his hips and down his thighs as Elliot trembled.

When Nikolai turned his head to suck a mark onto Elliot’s inner thigh, a full body shudder ran through him. He didn’t know whether he wanted to beg Nikolai for more or beg him for mercy. He felt needy and wound up in a way he’d never experienced before.

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