Page 46 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim gasped loudly and squeezed his fist in Misha’s hair, trembling as his big cock spurted cum against the back of Misha’s sensitive throat. It felt great. He’d smile around the cock if it weren’t so thick. Once the last spurt of cum left Grim’s cock, Misha finally released it from his slightly aching jaw and gave Grim a dreamy smile.
Grim exhaled and pulled on Misha’s arms, his eyes twinkling with sheer joy. “Come here, baby bird. I see you need some help.”
Misha got all flustered and pushed back his hair, only to realize he’d done that with the slippery lubed-up hand. He whined and crawled up Grim’s body on his hands and knees, panting with excitement as he pushed down his shorts, desperate to get his dick out. “I’m so horny.”
“Good. I’ll suck all that venom out of you,” said Grim with a bright laugh. He pulled on Misha’s thighs, as soon as they were within reach, and positioned him over his face, going straight for Misha’s balls. They dipped in Grim’s hot, velvety mouth, and a soft hum caressed them with vibrations as they were sandwiched between Grim’s tongue and palate.
Misha moaned, loving the perspective he now had on Grim’s model-worthy face. “No, suck on those,” he rasped and grabbed his own dick, eager to mark Grim’s skin with his cum. His head was pulsing so rapidly it felt like his cock could burst any second.
Grim opened his eyes, looking up from between Misha’s thighs, nose buried against the base of Misha’s cock as he caressed Misha’s balls with his tongue.
Misha had other men cum on him too many times too count, but he’d never been able to do it himself. He’d always found it hot in porn and imagined what it would be like to do it with a willing partner, for fun, not to degrade someone or show them their place the way Gary did to him.
He jerked himself off in quick, vicious strokes, and came with a long groan, spurting his seed over Grim’s pretty face.
Grim’s eyes closed, and he took a ragged breath, releasing Misha’s sac from his mouth. The air felt so cool now, even with Grim’s tongue still gently swirling over his nuts.
“That’s ... new,” uttered Grim and turned his face to nuzzle the inside of Misha’s thigh.
Misha gasped for air, elated and happy as he leaned down to support himself on one hand next to Grim’s head. “But good?” He rubbed the cum over Grim’s cheek with his thumb.
Grim wiped some cum off his eyelid and looked up at Misha. “I’d rather you asked, but it smells fucking delicious.” He petted the sides of Misha’s thighs.
Misha stalled, blanking out. “Oh. I … I thought we were in the zone and all that.” No one had ever asked him for permission. And no one ever asked in porn.
Grim made an abrupt move and rolled Misha underneath him on the blanket with his strong, efficient arms. “It’s fine. I’m just ... surprised. What do you like about it?” he asked, wiping his face on Misha’s thigh.
Misha gasped when the world tumbled around him. “You’re … I mean ... so handsome. I wanted to see it all over your straight nose and those dark eyebrows.” He sighed, still tender from the orgasm. “I kind of always found it hot. A pretty face with cum on it.” Was this offensive? Washerude?
Grim laughed and nipped on Misha’s thigh, chewing on the skin before trailing up to cover Misha with his body. “I suppose no one else dared to do this with me before you.”
Misha felt small and powerless in this strong embrace yet loved every second of it. He wrapped his arms around Grim’s neck. “Seriously? I’m the first?” He tried not to, but he still snorted.
Grim nuzzled his cheek with a broad smile. “Only you can get away with teasing me like that. But it’s fine. I planted my cum in you for the first time today.”
Misha felt warmth tingle all over his body at those words. “With you, I feel like I really get to try things on my terms for the first time.” He raised his leg and rubbed the small of Grim’s back with his stump.
Grim chewed on his lip, arching against the leg and smiling at Misha. “You are my sweet bird. So pretty and soft,” whispered Grim, nipping on Misha’s lips. His breath teased Misha’s face as they kissed again.
“I know it’s corny, but you really let me fly.” Misha trailed his hands over Grim’s sides, enjoying all the ridges of muscle. “I’ll be loving my cage.”
“Good, because I won’t be letting you go.”
Misha, on the other hand, finally found the strength to do just that. He threw the flash drive into the fire and watched it melt without even knowing what was on it. A voice at the back of his head told him he was a coward and he should have given it to the police, but he selfishly wanted to be free.
To let go.
Chapter 16
Misha
Grim’s tan body shonewith sweat as he stretched his muscles, raising the axe high over his head. His face was freshly shaved, but Grim let the hair on his chest grow, and seeing it like this, on those glorious pecs, made Misha want to lick up all the salt off Grim. He stirred with desire when Grim swung the axe down and split a piece of wood in two.
Misha cuddled up under a blanket and warmed his hands with a cup of coffee as he watched Grim work from the porch. Over two weeks had passed since they had arrived at Grim’s home, and they had only made one small shopping trip since. Other than that, it felt as if they had traveled to another dimension, where time stopped and they could enjoy each other’s company. It was exactly the kind of healing Misha needed. Nice weather, fresh air, and someone who cared for him. He’d told Grim more about his family once the topic came up and that they weren’t people he wanted to stay in touch with. That chapter of Misha’s life was closed.
“Mmm … faster! Chop that wood!” Misha yelled with a laugh spilling from his lips. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have met Grim. He wasn’t one to believe in fate, but he was slowly recognizing their chance encounter was a turning point that would change his life forever.
Grim showed off his brilliantly white teeth, which gleamed in the sunlight as he swung the axe back and rested the handle against his shoulder. “I bet you can’t wait to see me saw into that wood until splinters fly everywhere,” he said, turning to face Misha.
