red_peril | Physical Therapy for Sist3r

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Physical Therapy for Sist3r_Sin

"Come on, don't stop now. Give me ten more reps." The physical therapist was very attractive. He had dark hair and blue eyes that had a mischievous sparkle to them. Though he seemed irritatingly pleased at the pain that Illya was experiencing. The tag on his t-shirt read N. Solo, PT. The dark t-shirt showed off his own impressively muscular physique.

Illya had been glad to get the stupid splint off. Not so much to meet the physical therapist. But if he intended ever to raise his right arm above his head again, he would have to do it. So, sweating and growling as he lifted the weight ten more times. He kept his movements precise, but by the end, his arm was shaking, his shoulder throbbing, and he had a keen desire to punch the physical therapist in the face. No matter how attractive that face was. Still, he didn't stop until the reps were done.

"Good job," he said as Illya set down the weights. Illya was panting and his weak muscles trembled. "Lay down and we'll get some deep ultrasonic massage for it. It'll make it feel really good." Illya laid back on the bench as he was asked. He hated feeling weak. But nearly two full months in a hospital bed with no exercise at all had made Illya lose some of his muscle tone. Especially in his injured right arm. It would take a while to get back into shape. He watched the physical therapist roll a piece of equipment into the room.

After putting on a pair of gloves, he squirted some gel onto Illya's wounded shoulder. He let out a little gasp at how cold it was. Then Solo turned on the massager and applied the machine to his shoulder. "Bozhe moy..." he sighed as the ultrasonic waves and the gel started to heat as well as cool.

"What?" Solo asked.

"Is Russian for 'My god.' That feels very good," he sighed, relaxing as Solo worked on him. This angle gave him a different perspective on the man's face. Illya's eyes were especially drawn to his lips. They looked so kissable. Solo's blue eyes caught him staring and he smiled. He had not been attracted like this to anyone other than Sinthia in a very long time.

"It should feel good," Solo said, very amused by the Russian's attention. "You have beautiful eyes, by the way."

"Really?" he looked at the man's eyes directly. Could it be that he was feeling a similar attraction? Illya's eyes softened and he chanced a smile.

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They had not tried it since they had been together. Illya was sweetly blind of her older age and whatever had come before. He didn't care. He loved her. And this, this wasn't cheating really, he wanted Solo as much or more than she did. Even if she told him, he would be inclined to forgive her.

"Yes, of course," Solo said. He was a little nervous. He liked both men and women, but he had been more often with men than with women. It was his first time with a couple. He just reminded himself to relax, it could be fun. And if it wasn't, they didn't have to do it again.

As she moved toward the other man, Illya let her slip from his arms. The thought of seeing Sinthia kissing Solo was nearly as exciting to him as doing it himself. He picked up his glass of whiskey and sipped it while he watched.

Sinthia greatly hoped to keep him blind to all that, and brushed her fingers over the back of Illya's hand as they let go, bringing her hand up to Solo's shoulder. In her heels she had gained some height, but still needed to rock forward and up to comfortably reach either of the boys for a kiss.

Her lips touched his, head cocked just a few degrees to make them fit, settling into each other after a moment of tenseness, though Sinthia didn't risk anything more than a simple, soft, closemouthed kiss. She could feel the contour of muscle under his clothes, the ridge between his deltoid and trapezius that she traced with her fingertips. She had skill at this part, at relaxing her partner (enough to give information) and at keeping interest in her. She hadn't used it in a while, but it was no less easy to step back into. Her mouth tasted like good vodka, and the syrupy tartness of lime juice and grenadine with it, the taste half-planned to be accessible but not ordinary.

Both men were quite tall, so she had to lean up to reach their lips or they would have to bend down. Either way, Illya watched eagerly. Knowing what it was like to have her kiss him. Though this was far more chaste than how she regularly kissed him. He licked his lips, his eyes dilated with excitement and the memory of Solo's lips fresh against his own.

Her body fit against Solo's nicely. He closed his eyes as he kissed her and his own hands slid down to her waist. He wasn't the only one hiding considerable muscle beneath his fine clothes. The taste of the vodka and lime on her lips was exotic and enticing. He wanted to taste more of her, but he wasn't going to push her farther than she wanted to go. He let her take the lead.

She hummed softly as they kissed, and Sinthia progressively relaxed, shoulders falling as her spine bent, pushing into an arch. "You taste good," she murmured with the smallest hint of a smile in her voice, lips barely parted enough from Solo's to speak. "And you feel good."

Illya put down his whiskey glass and moved up behind her. He bent down to kiss her neck, "Mind if I join you?"

His hands found Solo's around her waist and slid up his arms, encircling Sinthia between them. Illya leaned forward a little over her to kiss Solo's lips. Solo obliged by bending forward so that their lips could meet.

Illya's lips tasted sweet, like the whiskey he'd been drinking. Solo smiled into that kiss, just barely a hair's-breath from Sinthia's. He was fairly certain, that with her body pressed between them, that she could feel exactly how excited this was making both of them.

When their lips parted, they turned simultaneously to kiss Sinthia. Which didn't quite work, and they ended up kissing her more or less on the corners of her mouth.

When she felt Illya come up behind her, Sinthia felt a frission of panic race up her spine at the notion of being trapped, but it only translated into goosebumps over her shoulders and biceps; she slid back onto her heels when the two men came together in a kiss, unable to watch it but very able to feel both bodies touching her and hear the rustle of fabrics against each other.

She couldn't help a little laugh when they both turned to kiss her at the same time and ended up each being a little sideways of the mark, and she turned her head to Illya first. For Solo she moved her hand up his chest, pausing at each button of his shirt until she slid them under the lapel of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and leaving a little separation between his neck and his shirt collar, just enough for a light kiss.

Illya chuckled when they each missed Sinthia's mouth, then she turned to him for a kiss. Solo echoed the sound when she unbuttoned his shirt as she kissed Illya. He was quite liking this. Solo reached up to take off his tie, to give her a little more working room. He tucked the silk into his jacket pocket. Though he was pleasantly surprised when it was Illya's left hand that slipped inside his shirt to run fingers down his chest.

The Russian looked up at him when his lips parted from Sinthia's. "Perhaps we should go inside," Illya suggested. He didn't care to put on a show for the whole neighborhood to see.

Sinthia didn't reply immediately; her fingers were busy letting Solo's tie slip between them, the slippery finish of the fabric leaving a ghostly trail around her wrist where it slid.

"Maybe," she murmured, mouth turning pink in the wake of kisses.

"Maybe?" Illya laughed, kissing her neck again. He knew she was teasing him. He slipped her blouse from her shoulder as he kissed his way up her neck.

Solo watched a while before he finally leaned in to kiss Sinthia again. At first it was chaste again, then his tongue teased at her lips.

Sinthia only smiled at the laughing question, shoulders shifting when Illya found a ticklish spot on her shoulder as the translucent dyed silk slipped away; once the neck had come undone the rest of the top followed easily, leaving her arms caught in the fabric as she sighed into Solo's kisses, opening up to him with a soft breath of a sigh.

"It's rude to impose on a guest," she murmured, for a second leaning back against Illya, leaving the decision up to the boys.

"I dunno, it probably would be a lot more comfortable inside. Say on a couch or in a bed?" Solo suggested. Though it seemed that he and Sinthia were getting a little more undressed than Illya at the moment, and he was very interested in seeing what the blonde Russian looked like without the jacket and turtleneck.

"You see? Solo agrees with me," Illya said opening the balcony door to go inside.

Sinthia acquiesced fairly easily to the suggestion of moving inside, and opted to simply let this progress in the bedroom instead of having to move twice and convince the dog to get off the couch. With a more than hundred-pound animal it was no mean feat.

Underneath the silk shirt she wore a linen camisole, one strap falling off her shoulder as she shrugged out of the patterned top, leaving the gauzy material hanging absently from one hand as she moved through the apartment, finally laying back on her bed. "You seem overdressed, Illyusha," she teased softly, crooking her fingers fondly at her lover in an effort to get him to take off the shirt.

"Am I?" he said, watching Sinthia. "Would you like to do something about it?" Smiling, he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. "Care to do something about it?" he looked invitingly at Solo.

The other man smiled, "I certainly would." He climbed up on the bed on the other side of Sinthia.

"Perhaps I should let you both undress me?" Illya said.

Sinthia looked between them, and smiled as she sat up, scooting around behind Illya, toying with the openings of his jacket. "Maybe we should take you up on that," she chuckled, kneeling and threading her fingers up through Illya's hair, newly shorn again to his favored short length. She kissed the back of his neck, leaning her head over to smile at Solo.

"Beautiful man," she murmured in soft Russian, hands sliding to his hips, and extending one to Solo. "Two of them."

"I would like that," he teased, giving a little shiver when she fluffed his hair and kissed his neck. Illya liked his hair neat, but Sinthia loved to run her fingers through it and muss it up.

Solo smiled, watching them as she ruffled his hair like a little boy. It was cute, even if for a portion of a second, Illya looked annoyed by it. Solo moved closer to the couple at her invitation and took her hand. He gave Sintia a charming smile, but leaned closer to the tall Russian to kiss his lips. Illya's lips tasted of whiskey, but also of the lime and vodka. It was an interesting flavor. While he kissed the big man, he took hold of his jacket and pushed it down off Illya's shoulders. So that she could take it the rest of the way off him.

Solo carefully untucked Illya's turtleneck sweater and proceeded to carefully peel it from him without hurting his shoulder. He tossed the shirt off the bed to join Illya's jacket. The man was pale, but covered in all of those interesting tattoos. He had a fluff of blonde chest hair just below his collar bones. And as he recovered, he was rebuilding his muscle tone. "See you've already marked him," he chuckled running a finger over the hickey on his neck. "That explains why he'd cover up such a beautiful body."

She loved seeing him imperfect, not as presented as he styled himself to appear in public; she liked seeing him be human. And she took the jacket once it was past the curve of his shoulders, pulling it off as her fingers tangled momentarily with Solo's. She watched his shirt come off too and lifted her hand to the inked words on his back, whispering them against Illya's skin before she looked up at mention of the little bruise.

"He hasn't returned it yet," Sinthia murmured. "He seems to think I'm fragile." It's certainly easy to mistake her for that with a very feminine build and carriage, and the lack of obvious scars on her--though she had a few, one notably under her breast where she'd taken a bullet.

"I do not. I just am not fond of giving hickies," Illya explained. He was far from perfect, but the mask he'd worn for so long in public was hard to set aside. His right shoulder and thigh were scarred from his most recent injury.

Solo leaned forward to kiss one of the stars on his shoulder as he started to unfasten Illya's pants. "What do they mean? Are you Catholic?" he asked touching the crucifix that covered the center of Illya's chest.

"No," he said, with a little laugh. "The cross has nothing to do with Jesus. It means I am thief in good standing. The stars, that I am leader in Vor v Zakone... The Russian mafia," he explained. "But I am not with them anymore. My tattoos do not tell the whole truth. Is story I may tell you later." If they remained in contact.

"It sounds like you've had an exciting life," Solo said. "They're beautiful. Do they all have meanings like that?" he asked, curious.

"Sometimes too exciting. I don't want to talk about it right now," Illya said, brushing a hand over Solo's chest. The physical therapy nurse was furry. His chest covered in a mat of black hair that trailed down to his pants. Solo had broad shoulders, thick biceps, and a slim waist. His muscles were very well defined.

Solo moved closer. Now that he had Illya's pants open, he slid his arms around him, his hands sliding into the Russian's trousers. Gripping Illya's muscular ass, he pulled the man closer, so that they were standing, chests touching. He could feel Illya's heart pounding, his breath coming quicker. "Do you have those tattoos everywhere?"

Sinthia's hands hadn't left Illya for long, and when he explained the tattoo meaning--something she hadn't expected him to do to someone they'd not known for very long--they stilled entirely, surprised and letting Solo slip his hands around her boyfriend's waist. His knuckles grazed her through the material where her thighs joined the rest of her, since she had been leaning close.

Them standing left Sinthia alone on the bed and she slid back to watch the two, putting her back to something solid without thinking about it as she undressed herself and revealed her very nearly tattoo- and scarless body. There were only one or two visible; the tattoo on the arch of her foot didn't draw much attention and the crown on the back of her neck would have to be seen from another angle. But the tiny round scar underneath the swell of her breast could be seen as she pulled off her bra and camisole.

"Not everywhere," Illya said with a grin. "You have seen this much of me before."

"I have," Solo said, sliding his hands out of Illya's trousers to push them and his underthings down his slim hips. He looked over at Sinthia, he hadn't meant to push her away. But then something else caught his attention. Illya's half hard cock made it's appearance. "Oh my. You're a big boy." His cock matched his stature beautifully.

Illya sat down on the bed so that Solo could take his pants off the rest of the way. The socks followed. He was laying there naked, his blonde head almost in Sinthia's lap. He turned his head to kiss her thigh. "Hello, darling."

"Seems I'm a little over dressed now," Solo said. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothing. His thighs were as well developed as the rest of him and his cock, not as long as Illya's was a good size.

Sinthia was confident naked--one didn't get the kind of crown she had without confidence in nearly every position--and so when Illya kissed her thigh she didn't jump, merely smiling down at him and bending to give him an upside-down kiss. "Hello," she replied, straightening up and looking over at Solo. His body was very different from Illya's, both of them much more outwardly muscular than Sinthia.

"Come join us," she said, the offer soft and not at all commanding as she reached out a hand to the therapist; she was attracted to him, yes, and would have been happy to include herself more actively between them, but as far as Sinthia knew Solo was primarily attracted to her boyfriend, not her.

"You're both big."

"Not too big, I hope," Solo said with a grin. He moved over and kissed Sinthia's knee. He did not want her to feel left out. As far as he knew the invitation was from both of them and he found Sinthia very attractive too.

Illya smiled, "Of course not." He always loved how confident and comfortable Sinthia was with her body. He ran his fingers beneath her thigh.

Solo moved up to lean over Sinthia, "May I?" he said, his mouth close to hers. He would not kiss her without permission.

Illya's fingers tickled when they brushed over her skin at the back of her thigh, and Sinthia smiled as she nodded in answer to Solo's question; she did like kissing him. "Yes," she murmured, keeping one hand on Illya's shoulder while she sighed into the kiss with the brunette.

She liked being kissed and let Solo take the lead in it, bringing her hands up to Solo's shoulders. It was good, and she hummed against his lips.

Solo kissed her harder this time, opening his mouth and slipping his tongue between her lips. Smiling, Illya slid his left hand lower and began fingering her gently as he watched Solo kiss her. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did. Letting his fingers gently slide through her soft folds, avoiding her clit just yet.

That got a gasp from her as Illya's fingers slid up against and into her, opening her mouth and tilting her head to fit better against Solo, goosebumps breaking out over her shoulders and her breasts. She opened her legs to give Illya more room and to let Solo come closer, hands sliding down to his hips.

"You're very handsome," she murmured when they broke apart for breath. "And very good with your mouth."

He was getting quite good with his left hand doing this. Among other things. Illya watched as he kissed her harder. He was not jealous, but it excited him in a way he had not realized before.

"Thank you," Solo said and then gasped as Illya pulled his fingers out of Sinthia and took hold of Solo's generous cock. They were close enough that he could rub the head of it against her wet slit.

She was not the only one getting goosebumps. Solo panted, as Illya stroked him and rubbed the head of his cock against her opening. He wanted to push forward, to take the invitation. But not without her saying yes to it.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" Illya asked, rubbing the head of Solo's shaft against her clit. "She is so ready for you. See how wet we make her?"

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