Page 196 of Pistols and Plush Toys

His hips shifted restlessly and he wailed when it made the tip of that cock bump against his prostate again. What must he look like, legs spread and speared open on Fezzik’s cock? “N-Nikolai—”

Nikolai pulled his mouth away from Elliot’s thigh with a wet sound, leaving a lurid purple mark behind. “More?” He asked, voice low and hungry.

Elliot had no idea whatmorewas, but he knew that no matter what, Nikolai would take care of him. Nikolai would give Elliot what he needed. “More,” he agreed, feeling desperate.

Nikolai gave him a sharp grin and reached down, bypassing Elliot’s cock to touch between his legs, where Fezzik’s cock disappeared inside of him. Elliot had a hazy moment to wonder what Nikolai was doing, and then the cock inside him started to vibrate.

His whole body tried to jackknife as the toy buzzed right up against where he was most sensitive. Immediately Nikolai’s grip on him tightened, gently holding him in place. Elliot moaned, the sound loud and uncontrolled.

“Good?” Nikolai asked, the question a growl. “You look so good.”

“G-good,” Elliot managed to whimper, half out of his mind. It was so much, but he didn’t want to stop. He loved thatNikolai’s hands were firmly holding him in place, making himtake it.

“Feel Fezzik inside you,” Nikolai rumbled, letting go of his hands, both of Nikolai’s hands sliding down to Elliot’s hips. “Soft fur, but a hard cock.”

It was hard to pay attention to what Nikolai was saying, the way the sensations were stacking up against him. Elliot’s world was narrowing to the buzzing inside him, the way he was gasping to breathe.

“Can you move, ??????” Nikolai asked, and the words were teasing. Like Nikolai knew just how much this was taking Elliot apart. “Or it is too hard to move?”

Elliot tried, grasping for Fezzik’s fur beneath him and circling his hips—which made the vibrator press against his prostate again. He arched up, crying out, eyes squeezing shut. “Can’t,” he sobbed. “Can’t, I can’t—Nikolai, please—”

“You want we should stop?” Nikolai murmured, right in Elliot’s ear. “Or you want I should help?”

“Help,”Elliot choked out, mind spinning.

Nikolai chuckled, the sound rich and warm, and then the hands on Elliot’s hips tightened.

Elliot took one more dizzy breath and then Nikolai was moving him up, letting the cock slip halfway out of his hole, and then pulling him back down, filling him up again.

Elliot’s toes curled at the wicked douse of pleasure, his feet thumping helplessly against the bedspread. He felt full and overwhelmed and out of control. His throat was a wreck of sounds, more than he’d ever made before while having sex. Nikolai moved him again, pushing him up against that soft, ticklish fur and then pulling him back down. He was fucking Elliot on Fezzik’s cock like it was nothing.

Nikolai hissed something in Russian, low and guttural, as he kept his hands on Elliot's hips, kept moving him, making him ride the stuffed animal.

Elliot had never come just from penetration, but he felt dangerously close to it. Everything was somuchlike this, the build up deeper than anything he’d ever felt. He felt wild with it, like the pleasure and intimacy had spread throughout his whole body, all of him sparking as he spiraled up to the edge.

Wanton noises kept dropping out of his mouth as he writhed against Fezzik, almost senseless as Nikolai kept going, driving that cock into him over and over again.

“I love hearing you,” Nikolai gritted out. “Hearing you fall apart like this for me and Fezzik. Can you come like this?”

“I—I don’t know,” Elliot hiccuped, burning hotter at the thought. Could he? He wanted to come, but he also wanted to hold out here on the edge where everything felt unspeakably good.

“I’m thinking you can,” Nikolai said, fitting his mouth to Elliot’s throat and sucking.

Elliot heard himself make a high, thin noise.

Nikolai pulled back with a wet sound. His blue eyes seared into Elliot. “Will you let me taste you?” He asked, voice raw with desire.

In a great, heaving breath Elliot frantically nodded his permission.

Without fanfare, Nikolai bent, opening his mouth and swallowing Elliot down.

“Ah—!”Elliot curled forward, the wet mouth around him making him quake. Nikolai’s mouth moved, slick and hot, taking him all the way to the root and sucking as he pulled back. Elliot wasn’t prepared for how good it felt. How close he was after only seconds.

Then Nikolai was working it all together. He tugged Elliot down onto Fezzik’s cock, driving that buzzing cock right against Elliot’s swollen prostate, and then pulled him back up, allowing Elliot’s cock to slide deeper into Nikolai's mouth as Nikolai sucked and tongued at him. Elliot was soaring, body wound tight and careening recklessly for the edge.

Nikolai hummed around him like he knew. Those big, big hands were firm and sure on Elliot’s hips, controlling him, making him take everything. Elliot was helpless against the onslaught.

He moaned as it all came crashing through him. Nikolai pulled his hips down, down, down, keeping Fezzik’s cock right against his nerves while Nikolai sucked hard around him, and everything disintegrated into sparks and spots.

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