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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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"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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Swearing in Russian, Illya glanced at Sinthia for a heartbeat, then he stilled, shuddering as he came inside Solo. Panting, he leaned down to kiss Sinthia, the turned to kiss Solo. He knew in that moment that this would not be a one time thing.
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"You two are gorgeous," she murmured, letting Illya kiss her before she bent down to Solo, fingers gently stroking his cock again as her tongue darted out to taste his come, lips sucking at his dick and licking up his come from his skin, careful of the sensitive spots.
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He reached down to run his fingers through Sinthia's hair. Seeing the tattoo of the crown beneath her hair, he was curious. But would wait to ask about it later.
Slipping out of Solo, Illya collapsed beside him. Touching his skin, kissing him. Touching both of them. "So are you, moya malen'kaya koroleva."
"What... What does that mean?" Solo asked, curious.
Next to him, Illya smiled, "It is Sinthia. She is my little queen." He watched Solo play with her hair.
The tattoo made sense to Solo then. Even if it wasn't what it meant original meaning.
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"But I objected to princess," Sinthia murmured, "And I don't quite have anything else that makes sense."
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"Pit-chick-a," Solo tried out the word. He loved languages. He spoke both German and Italian fluently, but Russian sounded like it had too many cosonents. Or like you were tring to speak around a mouthful of marbles. "What does it mean?" He asked sleepily.
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"It means songbird," she said. It was how she'd known nearly positively that Illya was not a typical Vor; he hadn't tried to kill her for calling him that.
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"Poor Napoleon, I think we wore him out," Illya said, moving so that he could cuddle up to Sinthia. He kissed the crown tattoo on the back of her neck. "Thank you, my darling, for letting me do this."
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"I liked this. And Solo," she whispered, smiling. "Would you want to keep seeing him?"
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"I am," Solo murmured raising his hand. He was only partially awake, but he knew he did not want this to end. It was the first time in a while that he had felt like something might go farther than a one night stand. He rolled to his side, so that he was facing them.
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"This was good, though," she murmured, letting herself fall asleep between the boys. It wasn't long, but she felt rested when she blinked herself awake at the soft whine coming from the floor on the other side of the bed; Avi had evidently nosed the door open upon getting hungry. Sinthia slide out from between Solo and Illya, pulling on what were technically pajamas and leading her dog back to the kitchen, talking to him as he rubbed his elegant head against her legs.
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