Page 79 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim started walking upstairs right away and pulled Misha so close he might have choked him a little bit, but he really needed his warm touch and the sweet smell that seemed ever-present on his skin.
“I know,” he said in the end and pushed inside their room.
“And I didn’t want Lucky to hear things like this. They’re mine and yours only,” Misha moaned but gave Grim a tender kiss on the mouth, barely a brush of lips, but it still felt like an electrical charge.
“And I thought you love me, so it would be a formality,” said Grim and leaned against the door, forcing it to shut with their combined weight.
Misha stroked Grim’s jaw. “Of course, I’ll marry you. I’d jump into a fire for you. It was just so unexpected and sounded more like you preparing your last will than you planning a life with me.”
Grim took a deep breath and put Misha down on the mattress, sinking to his knees in front of him. He stroked Misha’s stumps through the fabric. “I want to plan it, but planning can wait, and this kind of stuff can’t.”
“I understand. I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” Misha never once looked away from him with those big, sincere eyes that for once hid no hint of sarcasm or fear.
Grim rested his cheek on Misha’s thigh, resigned to his fate. “If Lucky knows, Tooth will know too. Fuck.”
“Does it matter what he thinks?” Misha tried and ran his fingers over Grim’s nape, but there was hesitation even in his question.
Grim brushed his finger over the soft leather of Misha’s cut and smiled. It felt good to see his patch on Misha. Now anyone would know when they saw themtogether. In that way, it was even better than marriage. “Reputation is important in this business. Never forget that.”
“That’s why I wanted to talk in private, but I guess I fucked that up too. A month ago, I didn’t think I’d live to be twenty-five, and now I’m supposed to be getting married. My brain melted a bit.”
Grim watched him, knowing there was something he was still missing. He wasn’t that good with people. “Tooth proposed with everyone there. I thought one person wouldn’t make a difference.”
Misha licked his lips and poked Grim’s arm. “You didn’t exactly propose …”
Grim scowled. “Why, you want a diamond ring now?”
Misha pulled Grim up to the bed. “Yeah, like I care about sparkly shit. I want you to ask.”
Grim gave a sharp laugh and sat down next to Misha. “And that’s it? I ask, and you’ll agree?”
Misha shifted closer on his knees, grabbing on to Grim’s arm for balance. “Maybeee. But only if you fuck me really well.”
Grim swallowed a deep gulp of air, seduced already by Misha’s dark eyes and sweet smile. “Birdie. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Can’t help it. I’ve got a dirty mind.” Misha licked along Grim’s bottom lip, his tongue like a match to fuel his fire.
Grim leaned in and captured Misha’s lips, grabbing his hands in place. The rush of adrenaline made him oversensitive as he brushed his mouth against Misha’s. “Convince me ...”
The playful spark in Misha’s eyes was just what Grim wanted his life to be about. Misha reached back and pushed his pants below his ass before falling back to sit on the bed. Grim’s heartbeat spiked when he realized he’d be seeing the naked stumps in a matter of seconds. Misha slowly pushed the fabric along the delicious planes of his legs, and there they were, with a few bruises and abrasions that needed to be kissed better, but otherwise smooth, soft, and ready to be touched.
Grim couldn’t stop himself from groaning as he approached Misha, kicking his boots off the bed when he lay down flat and cuddled up his face to one of the stumps, kissing it along the scars as his senses savored the scent left by the detergent that had been used to wash Misha’s clothes.
“So easy.” Misha snorted and put the other leg on Grim’s shoulder, rubbing it gently. “But don’t worry. I’ll never use my power over you for evil.” He stroked Grim’s hair, and as much as Grim cared about it being in order, he didn’t give a fuck right now. With Misha’s stumps on both sides of his head, his mind emptied of any rational thoughts, leaving only dirty fantasies that led him to open his mouth wide and suckle on the silky skin criss-crossed by equally smooth scars. He nipped on them and didn’t even notice when his hips began to grind against the mattress.
Misha’s voice echoed in his head as if it came from another world. “It used to freak me out when someone did that, but it’s starting to turn me on with you.”
“What changed?” whispered Grim, tickling the very tip of the stump with his tongue, and gasped when Misha pulled his other calf closer to the back of Grim’s head. He couldn’t help himself. Their shape was so ... different from average legs, so sexy … Each amputation he ever touched felt a bit different, and those stumps were completely unique to Misha, a testimony to all that he’d been through.
Misha giggled, and it was the sweetest sound that made Grim want to tickle Misha again. “You. I like seeing you so excited because of me. And I like you touching me. The skin there is so sensitive.”
“You know where my skin is soft and smooth?” whispered Grim and unzipped his pants, snickering as he looked up at his lover.
Misha bit his lip with a grin. “No. Show me.”
Grim untangled himself from the lovely legs and kneeled, yanking his shirt off first. “That’s right. You shouldn’t commit to marriage before inspecting the goods, should you?” he asked, throwing the shirt at Misha.
Misha laughed and smelled the shirt with a long sigh. “I guess I have to get a trial run then.”
