Physical Therapy for Sist3r_Sin

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"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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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It wasn't too far of a stretch to see them fucking, and Sinthia nodded to Illya's question, pulling Solo close enough to slide up against her, if not inside her. "Yes," she whispered. "Please."

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, she is begging for you," Illya whispered. He guided the other man's cock to her opening again. "Fuck her, I want to watch." Illya had never done anything like this before, but it was exciting him very much. She didn't need to worry about where he was going to put himself.

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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Sinthia's breath and voice caught in her throat as Solo pushed into her and Illya's voice washed over them both, holding the therapist close against her. "He feels big like you," she breathed, spreading her thighs and wrapping her legs around the man's waist.

"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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Solo's eyes opened to see Illya's looking at him over Sinthia's shoulder. They were so intense it made him shiver. She wasn't the only one who was a shivering mass of arousal. Looking at her, she was so beautiful and lost, the same way he was. "Don't stop, Illya," he whispered.

"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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She bit her lip as Illya encouraged them both, and as the first shivers of arousal passed she began to move with Solo, rocking her hips as he slid in and out of her, the angle changing to make Solo's cock graze against her G-spot and make her moan. Her nipples were peaked hard already, rubbing against her partner's chest and the gentle prickle of hair. Unlike Illya, though, she was not thinking about speaking solely English and slipped into a German-Russian mix.

"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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"Da, moya malen'kaya koroleva," Illya said, kissing her shoulder. Solo was fascinated by the sound of their language. He slowed a little as Illya moved, lifting Sinthia as he slid beneath and behind her.

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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Sinthia gave a soft and intensely pleasured sound as she's picked up, back arching and resting her head against Illya's shoulder. "Oh my god," she breathed, biting her lip and skimming her hands over Solo's back, blunt nails leaving faint pink trails in their wake over his skin. "You both feel--incredible," she panted as her muscles began to quiver, her hips moving faster as she came closer to orgasm, beginning to plateau.

"Please, Solo," she murmured. "Just like that!" she cried out, mildly surprised by her own body's responses.

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"Yes..." Solo rolled his hips, pounding into her. "Yes... yes..." he chanted, hands gripping the headboard as he rocked into her, against him. "Oh fuck..."

"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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She moaned deeply, a full and throaty sound as she bucked, coming and shaking all over, hands curling around Illya's shoulders. Her legs wound around him to hold Solo close to her, rocking as she was stretched between the two men. Her orgasm kept her tense for a long, protracted moment as her breath came faster and she saw starbursts behind her eyelids.

"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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"Bozhe moi, you are so beautiful when you come, my darling!" Illya was panting, laying beneath her, feeling her body tremble. Solo was still inside her but he hadn't come. He stilled, hanging onto the headboard as if he were drowning.

"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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Sinthia sat up, feeling the odd strain in her muscles as they complained against her still using them to let Illya move out from behind her, holding her weight up on one arm as she pressed unhurried and openmouthed kisses to Solo's lips and throat, working down to his shoulders and chest. His cock slipped out of her as she moved with a wet sound that got a soft sigh from her, wrapping her hand around him but not stroking yet.

"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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Solo stayed still where he was, watching as they moved. He gave a soft moan as he slipped out of her and she kissed him. This was the best sex he'd had in a long time, but he didn't want it to be over yet. Sinthia's hand on his cock helped him regain control of himself.

"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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"He's left me sore doing that," Sinthia murmured, something she'd never confessed directly to Illya though she's sure he was aware; when Solo laid down beside her, she shifted over to put his head near her lap. "You'll look beautiful letting my boyfriend fuck you," she said quietly, voice pitched low and intimate as she stroked Solo's shoulders and chest, tracing the muscles with ease and obvious knowledge of where they lay under the skin.

"I want to hear the sounds you make when we make you come."

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Solo reached up a hand to touch her face, "You're so beautiful." He ran his thumb over her lip.

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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"So are you," Sinthia replied, taking his hand and kissing his palm and fingertips gently, sucking on the pad of his thumb when he brushed her lips. She was still watching Illya and found it incredibly hot to be seeing him fucking another person, a man at that, and a very handsome one. She laced her fingers with Solo's when he gripped her hand, and she knew exactly how he felt; Illya's cock was big and it took getting used to the size.

"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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His eyes fluttered shut and Solo groaned as Illya started to move, "God, yes. Illya... so good." Solo wrapped his legs around the Russian's hips. He cried out with each thrust of Illya's big cock.

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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"I won't," Sinthia replied with a little laugh, glad of the room in her bed as she settled down on her side to lazily suck and lick Solo's cock, not hard or steady enough to make him come, but enough that he wouldn't have to use his hands to keep his cock hard while he was being fucked.

"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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The sounds Solo was making were indeed very erotic. But the sight of him was just as stirring for Illya. The nurse's mouth was open, eyes half lidded with pleasure. Illya could tell just how much Solo was enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain.

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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Sinthia smiled, leaning in to give Solo a kiss, thorough and gentle, wrapping her hand around him with wet fingertips as she teased him closer to the peak. She watched the two men moving together with quiet murmurs of encouragement until she felt Solo stiffen, about to come, and stroked him faster, her head laid near his chest. "Come on, Illya," she said quietly, "Fuck him like he wants. I want to see you when you both come."

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"Yes... Fuck...," Solo said, fingers clutching at the bedclothes as he writhed and bucked as Illya did as he asked, fucking the come from him.

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.