Page 54 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim covered Misha with his own body, gasping when their chests touched creating a vacuum of warmth. “Don’t think about them now. I’ll make it good. I’m gonna come so deep inside you,” he promised.
As soon as he pulled the shorts off Misha’s legs, the perfectly erect, darkened cock would be all his.
“Yes …” Misha hugged Grim tight and pulled him in for a kiss. “Ouch, your belt.”
Grim laughed and pulled Misha’s hand to his buckle, loving how those warm fingers felt against his hard dick. “You need to deal with that yourself, birdie. Unpack it.”
The undeniable lust in Misha’s eyes was a tickle to Grim’s ego. Misha didn’t waste time, unbuckling the belt and pulling it out before he unzipped Grim’s pants, easing the pressure around Grim’s stiff cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” whimpered Grim and briefly rolled over to get rid of his remaining clothes. He was back on top of Misha within seconds, his heart light. “Give me those hands,” he said, grabbing the fallen belt and pushing himself backbetween the spread thighs that already felt more masculine with Misha’s body hair finally starting to grow back.
Misha gasped but reached out to Grim with an endless amount of trust in his eyes. Grim could swallow him whole, like the big bad wolf he was, and Misha wouldn’t even know what hit him.
“Good boy,” Grim said and looped the belt around Misha’s wrists, tightening it around them. If Misha felt like it, he could easily get his hands free, but it wasn’t about real captivity. Grim wanted to see yet another sign of his claim on the beautiful bird that would stay with him even if he left the door of its cage wide open. “Spread your legs,” he said, leaning down toward Misha’s dick, his eyes focused on the shadows beneath the scrotum, his nose already picking up the musky scent of Misha’s lust. He shuddered, imagining his cock buried below Misha’s sac, veiny and firm as it slowly pushed its way inside.
Misha’s eyes trailed all over Grim’s body, and Grim tensed his stomach to seem bigger, sexier, for the one pair of eyes he wanted following him forever. But the moment Misha parted his legs, Grim could only think of the young body that was opening up to him so willingly.
He couldn’t stop the low growl that came out of his throat, and he started massaging Misha’s legs in little circles, moving the touch all the way to the stumps and back. Misha’s thighs twitched when Grim leaned in, following the musky scent of arousal, and pulled a thick pillow closer.
Grim touched his nose and lips against the underside of Misha’s cock and lapped at his balls, nuzzling them before he moved lower, tracing the tip of his nose up and down the crack. Misha’s puckered hole squeezed slightly at the touch, and Grim couldn’t wait to tease it, imagining all that young muscle tightening around his cock, Misha’s innocent eyes swallowed by lust, and their lips sharing oxygen-less air.
He kissed one of Misha’s buttocks and then leaned up again, suckling on the loose skin around Misha’s balls while he lifted Misha’s hips just enough to push the pillow underneath Misha. He started tracing Misha’s buttocks with the featherlight touch of his fingers. When he opened his eyes, he could see all of Misha—the cock twitching where it lay on his stomach, Misha’s pleading eyes, and the hands that remained tightly fastened with the belt.
Arousal stabbed Grim’s stomach at full force when Misha moaned and spread his legs wider in invitation. He was the sweetest sexual treat Grim could imagine,but it also struck him just how connected to Misha he felt. How he couldn’t compare this to even the sexiest of hookups. There was a tenderness gripping at his throat whenever his eyes met Misha’s, and the sex, while dirty and carnal, would also make them melt together.
He pulled his finger over the entrance of Misha’s body and lapped at the tip of Misha’s cock, savoring the bitter precum as he already anticipated more. When he lowered his body, moving his face back to those round, succulent buttocks, he could hear Misha’s breath speeding up. He glanced up into the bright, hazy eyes and blew hot air all over Misha’s anus.
“Oh, fuck,” Misha hissed and rolled his head back to the pillow, his face out of Grim’s sight. When Grim traced the pucker with the tip of his tongue, Misha tightened his thighs, hugging Grim’s head. He smiled when Grim’s hair tickled the sensitive skin.
“Good?” asked Grim and gave a wet kiss to Misha’s inner thigh before spreading Misha’s buttocks. He looked up, and instead of going straight for the musky flesh, he traced his tongue over the smooth tissue where the buttocks sloped toward Misha’s hole.
“Very good. I like doing new things with you.” Misha arched his ass up, and despite taking his time to tease him, Grim couldn’t wait to see the head of his dick pushing inside. He would not miss the chance to watch Misha’s face when that happened.
His tongue made a little dip into the puckered hole, and when it squeezed in resistance, Grim lapped around it, groaning at the salty taste of skin. He would make Misha so frantic that the boy would beg him to push in.
But when Misha closed his legs over Grim’s shoulders, resting his stumps on Grim’s body, Grim was moaning and begging for more. For years, he’d longed for a reciprocated sexual relationship with an amputee, and now he finally had that with not one but two stumps rubbing against his skin.
Grim moaned wantonly and gave the pucker a wet, demanding kiss, arching against the smooth touch of Misha’s legs. He wanted them all over. He wanted them on his dick, but most of all, he wanted them around his face. His cock was so hard he needed to raise his hips off the bed not to come from all the combined sensations.
“More …” Misha pleaded, and Grim couldn’t wait to grant his wish. Every inch of his tongue yearned to push in and loosen Misha’s sphincter for what was to come later.
“Yeah? More of that?” he rasped, tracing the clenched hole with teasing licks of his tongue and holding Misha in place when he tried to buck his hips.
“Yes. Do it to me.” The movements of the stumps over Grim’s upper back were making Grim’s brain hazy with lust. Each one of his dark needs would be satisfied tonight.
Grim hummed and stabbed Misha’s anus with his tongue, massaging the meaty buttocks as he spat on the hole and swirled his tongue over the tiny folds of skin around the heat that was Misha’s hole. Pushing his tongue through the sphincter seemed to always elicit a reaction. Grim couldn’t wait to find out what that reaction would be once he replaced his lips with a cock.
At one point, Misha tensed his asscheeks, and Grim squeezed them harder, only to have one of the stumps slide over his nape. He was in heaven, and he wanted to give Misha the same, so after a few seconds of relentless teasing, he pushed his tongue in, deep this time, straight into the molten heat of that wonderfully tight hole. The ring of muscle would later throb all over his cock and pull him in, the same way Misha’s sweet words could tug on the heartstrings he thought he’d lost. He couldn’t wait to turn around and suckle his own sweat off one of the stumps sliding over his back.
Grabbing Misha’s hips hard, he moved his tongue in and out, drilling it inside and sliding it out occasionally to tease the entrance. Misha’s body was relaxing at a rapid pace, and all Grim could think of was that hole stretching wide to accommodate him.
Normally, he could play like this for hours, but if he was to finish inside of Misha, not all over the sheets, he needed to move fast. He slipped his tongue out, kissed Misha’s taint, balls, and his cock, and leaned over to the bedside table where he left lube earlier. “You’re so damn hot.”
“Tell me more,” Misha whispered between one gasp and another. Grim had much more he could say about Misha’s body. He’d watched it for years, drooling in front of the screen and hoping to at least get a response to his letters, when now he had Misha gasping, squirming, and willing to take his cock.
“You accept who I am,” said Grim, spilling lube into his hand and rocking his hips so that his dick would rub against Misha’s balls. Just this had himshivering.
Misha arched up and looked at him, red-faced. “Yes. I do … Fuck, it looks so good.” His gaze lowered to Grim’s cock, and with his hands tied together, for a split second, Grim imagined Misha without arms as well, helpless and ready to take whatever Grim chose to give him. Grim wouldn’t want this at all, not really. He wanted Misha smiling and happy, and while the fantasy made his cock twitch with excitement, he knew better than to share it with his traumatized lover.
