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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.
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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"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.
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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"You're very handsome," she murmured when they broke apart for breath. "And very good with your mouth."
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"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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She didn't know where Illya was going to put himself, but she loved the sensations they were pulling her through and the words out of her boyfriend's mouth were exciting her, even though he'd never done it before.
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Solo's eyes closed and he shivered, planting his hands on the headboard behind her. Illya's voice, so sexy and deep, was like a caress, and he couldn't help but push forward slowly, filling her with his hard cock.
When Solo was inside her, Illya slipped his hand out of the way and moved up next to her. His lips practically against her ear. From this angle, he could see the other man's cock in her as he started to move. His own hard cock was pressed against the outside of her thigh.
"Do you like his cock in you, my darling? Does he feel good?" he kissed her ear then the side of her jaw. He looked at Solo, the other man's eyes were closed. "Fuck her, Solo. Her pussy is so hot and tight." When Solo pressed into her, he pressed Sinthia's body against Illya.
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"Please don't stop," she murmured, turning her head to press her lips to Solo's neck and his shoulder. She didn't know when Illya had figured out that she was much more receptive to sound than visuals, but he seemed to know it very well by now, and used it shamelessly to his advantage, turning her into a shivering mass of arousal.
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"She likes you. You are so beautiful, filling her up with your big cock," Illya said. Carefully, he slid his right hand over to caress her breast and tease her nipple as he spoke. "Isn't he beautiful, darling? So big so powerful." Illya was panting in her ear now. Watching at this angle was amazing. So was controlling this. It was much more arousing than he thought it would be. But seeing her and Solo like this, at his mercy. It was hard for him not to slip into Russian. "That's it, fuck her, Solo. Fuck her hard. Just the way she likes it."
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"Pozhaluysta, ne ostanovit--" she panted, voice stuttering and interrupted by her body jerking as her head fell back. "Möchte sie beide, Illya..."
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It took some gentle arranging. Then he looked up at Solo from behind her hair, "Don't stop, Solo." Illya cupped her breasts from behind. Solo started to move again, to thrust into her faster. Illya moved his hips in time with their movement, his cock sliding between Sinthia's ass cheeks. "That's it, fuck both of us." Every time Solo thrust into her, the tip of Illya's cock rubbed against Solo's.
Solo gasped at the feel of it. It felt like Solo was fucking them both. "That is it, fuck us hard, Solo," Illya encouraged him. "Yes, just like that. So good, isn't he, my love?"
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"Please, Solo," she murmured. "Just like that!" she cried out, mildly surprised by her own body's responses.
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"Come for me," Illya growled in her ear. "Do it... Fuck her, make her come for us, Solo." He pressed up, thrusting in time with their movements.
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"Oh my god, oh god," she whispered as she came to rest, relaxing bit by bit. "Fuck, Solo..." She'd be boneless for a while after that, that was sure. "That was good. Really good," she murmured with a dazed smile.
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"Oh fuck," he breathed, trying to hold it back. He didn't want to come yet. "Illya... please, I need you to fuck me."
Illya kissed her shoulder again before sliding out from beneath her.
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"He's big," she reminded Solo, with her free hand sliding up his ribs as she watched Illya move. "Tell me how you want him to fuck you," Sinthia murmured to Solo, encouraging and distracting as Illya stroked his cock, getting ready.
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"Yes, he is," Solo wasn't sure how to tell her what he wanted right now. Words were almost beyond him. He panted for a moment, finally letting go of the headboard. "I want Illya to fuck me like I was fucking you. Hard, like he's going to split me in half with that big, gorgeous cock." Solo laid down beside her as he told her this. "Face to face. I want to see his eyes when he comes in me."
Illya moved over for him to lay down next to Sinthia. Hearing him say that made the Russian shiver. His cock was slick from Sinthia's juices, he wouldn't need any lube.
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"I want to hear the sounds you make when we make you come."
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Illya watched them for a moment, then slipped a pillow beneath Solo's hips. Illya sucked his fingers between his lips, wetting them. Solo spread his legs wide. The Russian leaned down and licked up the underside of Solo's still hard cock, the taste of Sinthia still on it as he pressed his wet fingers inside Solo's tight hole. Solo gasped as Illya prepared him, stretching him gently. "God, Illya, just fuck me."
"Alright," he slipped his fingers out of Solo and replaced them with the head of his cock and pressed forward. Illya leaned forward and pressed in.
"Oh fuck... yes," his back arched and he grasped Sinthia's hand as Illya penetrated him.
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"Let him fill you," she encouraged, leaning down to kiss Solo's lips, trailing them down the length of his throat as he arched up. "I told you he's big, but doesn't his cock feel so good inside you?" she asked in a murmur, bestowing one last kiss before she moved down a bit. She smiled at Illya, letting her hand slide down Solo's naked torso and his belly, teasing around the base of his length as she kissed the blonde, the taste of their partner still on her tongue. She dipped her head and scattered kisses over Illya's chest, down to his navel before she switched back to Solo, taking the head of his dick in her mouth as her hand wrapped around the base of him.
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Illya smiled into her kiss, sharing the taste of her and Solo on his lips. This felt amazing. He watched Solo's expressions as he moved. Then leaned back so that she could reach Solo's cock as he pumped into him.
"Easy..." Illya gasped. "Don't make him come too quick."
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"You look so gorgeous taking Illya's cock like that," she breathed, shifting after a few moments to kiss Solo, halfway laying beside him and pressing a soft kiss to his adam's apple. "Do you hear how good it feels for him, Illya? You're going to make him come doing that, just listen." She herself thought Solo's moans and cries were incredibly erotic, and though she'd already come once Sinthia rubbed her mons as she lay beside the two men, fingers circling her clit. "Do you want me to keep sucking you, Solo?"
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Illya continued slamming into Solo hard, his balls smacking against the other man's ass. "So beautiful..." He groaned as Solo tightened around him. "He is so close."
Solo shook his head to her question, "No... but your hand... unless you want to taste me. Illya, don't stop. Fuck me through it. Wanna feel you come inside me."
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