Page 82 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“You’re killing me.” Misha let his head fall back, and he humped Grim’s fist like a dog in heat.
“Not yet. I need you to make me come, too,” whispered Grim, watching Misha’s cock fuck his fist, and just inches below, Misha’s hungry ass swallowing all the ribs with ease. It was funny how commanding Misha could be when he wanted something, but it was ultimately up to Grim to grant him his wish. Like at the stairs, where Misha could technically go up on his own on all fours yet left it to Grim to carry him. If Misha really wanted to, he could jerk himself off.
“You’re gonna come so hard.” Misha sped up the thrusts of his hips, and the toy disappeared and emerged at a rapid pace, which was only stressed by the volume of Misha’s desperate moans.
“You must repay me for this after all,” rasped Grim, twisting his hand when he noticed Misha getting too restless. It wasn’t time to come yet, and the possibility to stop Misha from ejaculating gave him a high from the power he now held over his lover.
“No! I can’t!” Misha gasped in frustration and put his stumps on Grim’s shoulders. His body was so open to Grim. Lips parted, cock throbbing, and his ass squeezing over the toy. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
“That’s up to me,” said Grim, turning to one of the stumps and licking its smooth skin. He pumped Misha harder while still holding his orgasm prisoner.
Misha huffed as a drop of precum slid down Grim’s fingers. “So unfair … Please?”
Grim watched his beautiful boy’s eyes glaze over before finally making the pressure milder and twisting his hand up and down Misha’s slick cock.
Misha closed his eyes when he came with a long groan, fucking Grim’s fist and shifting on the toy. Watching him spurt cum all over his chest was the best moneyshot Grim had ever seen. Misha was left a heaving mess, but even breathless, he still poked Grim’s cheek with his stump.
Grim moaned and let go of the toy, ducking between Misha’s thighs and scooping the fresh, warm cum with his tongue. He kissed the bitterness off Misha’s skin all the way to his chest, moaning quietly when the familiar taste made him shudder.
A small smile appeared on Misha’s lips, and he glanced at Grim with half-closed eyes. “Yes. Lick me up,” he whispered when his stumps touched Grim’s thighs from both sides.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” said Grim, nipping on Misha’s skin and twisting his body against the short calves. “I wanna lock you up in a golden cage and have you sing only for me, birdie ...”
“Don’t say that …” Misha ran his fingers over Grim’s shoulder. “I’m yours regardless.” And in the most arousing motion, the stumps slid over Grim’s thigh and into his lap, both nudging his rock-hard cock.
Grim closed his eyes, shivering at the touch. Only after several seconds, he glanced to where his cock was framed by Misha’s legs. His hand dove for the lube, and he frantically drizzled it all over his dick, hissing at the cool touch.
“My legs too,” Misha whispered, and it was the sweetest song he could ever sing.
Grim squirted some more of the gel on Misha’s stumps, hardly keeping himself from thrusting against the scarred skin. His mind was in a meltdown at this point. “You’re the hottest man ever ...”
“... and you’ll never let me go,” Misha finished for him and squeezed Grim’s cock between his slippery legs.
Grim couldn’t even answer, too overcome with excitement. He touched the soft skin underneath Misha’s knees and positioned the calves against his cock so that he could rub against them with more ease. With his brain in a frenzy, he didn’t care about anything but the stumps touching his dick, ready to take his cum while Misha watched on, handsome and relaxed as he generously offered Grim the honor of touching him.
“Go on, fuck them.” Misha moved his stumps back and forth around Grim’s cock, making Grim lose sense of time and place. He grabbed Misha’s calves andheld them in place, delighting in the slick slide of the skin against his dick as he grinded against it with complete abandon. His heart was thumping in his ears, and his breath was shallow and quick. Misha gave him a lazy smile, lying there like a king, whom Grim would forever serve.
Grim dug his fingers into flesh as he came and watched the knees get covered in his pearly white cum, which drizzled lower, toward where Misha’s legs abruptly ended.
Misha licked his lips, his chest no longer heaving. “You are so hot. Every gay guy we meet will be jealous.” He lifted one of his stumps and a string of cum extended between its flesh and Grim’s cock.
Grim exhaled and rubbed his cum up Misha’s leg, not ready to accept anything but watching it melt into skin. “I hope so. Need to keep you interested.”
“Keep up the cardio, and you’re good.” Misha snorted, shifting his hips and only reminding Grim that the toy was still deep inside of his boy.
He reached for it and slid it out as gently as he could. For now, he just put it on the bedside table and pulled Misha into his arms, sleepy, sated, and immensely happy. “You’re only pretending to be low maintenance.”
“I’ll be very low maintenance once I get my prostheses.” Misha smiled and clung to Grim in a sticky hug. And despite both them knowing that there was danger lurking in their future, it was nice not to acknowledge any of it and just dream.
Grim smirked and kissed Misha’s rosy cheek. “No way. You’ll be frequenting your prosthetist a lot. It’s not a one-time thing. But that’s all right. I don’t mind helping you.”
“As long as you get your weekly stump fucking?” Misha shook his head and closed his eyes.
“You know me so well.” Grim rolled on top of Misha, trapping him with his weight and holding his head in place.
Misha looked up at him with those dreamy eyes as if Grim were the sun in the sky. “Like no one else.”
Grim exhaled, looking straight at Misha. He never felt this kind of intense longing, even with Coy. “So ... will you?”
