Page 44 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Misha swallowed, and the growing tension was killing him. How would the caress feel when given by someone Misha craved so much? “You can touch me, I trust you.” For once, he was with someone who found his body exciting but seemed to also like him for who he was. Grim wanted to spend time with him regardless of whether he was allowed to touch the stumps or not, and that realization fizzled inside Misha’s skull like the most expensive champagne.
For a split second, Grim seemed too shocked to move, but then he kneeled down and stroked Misha’s intact stump with his fingertips, gently moving them up and down. His eyes were focused and his breath raspy as he slowly squeezed the flesh a bit harder, as if checking what kind of pressure Misha could take. “They are so ... squashy,” he said with a small smile.
Misha had to bite his lip not to laugh from the ticklish sensation. “Thanks. Nice way to boost my confidence. ‘Squashy.’ Can’t believe you.” But his cheeks were heating up already as he thought of Grim getting excited and his massive cock becoming hard.
Grim laughed and sat cross-legged, which made his bulge even more prominent inside the faded jeans he was wearing. His fingers ran up and down Misha’s calf, sliding underneath Misha’s shorts to tease the covered skin, only to slide back to the stump. “I love how it feels. Will you move your muscles again?” he added in a whisper, his gaze shooting up.
Misha smiled, and for the first time in a fetishistic situation, he didn’t feel like he was being abused. He was sharing a part of himself that turned on his partner. He tensed the muscle while Grim held the stump in his palm.
The low groan that came from Grim’s throat was all the appreciation he needed. Grim shifted and lay on his side, facing the stump, which he petted, never pulling his hand away. There was an intense longing in his eyes when he leaned in and audibly sniffed the scarred skin.
“Oh, God. Does it stink?” Misha shied away embarrassed and trembling with nerves despite being in sexual scenarios a thousand times more ugly and dirty many times.
Grim’s face followed the stump over the blanket until he pressed his nose against it again. “No ... it smells of you, and of the wood, and of soap. It’s so delicate and smooth,” he whispered, looking up into Misha’s eyes.
With Grim touching him in this new intimate way, Misha’s blood was starting to rush in his veins, and there was no stopping it. He was falling for Grim all too fast, and with those big, knowledgeable hands touching him, even Misha’s stumps felt worthy of adoration. “Thank you. I think.” He took a deep breath. “I think you’re really sexy,” he blurted out.
Grim’s smile widened, and he gave a brief, featherlight kiss to the very bottom of Misha’s stump. “I could say the same about you.”
With the campfire and the warm weather, the air was pleasantly hot around them, but Misha still felt as if it was his skin that radiated with as much heat as a nuclear reactor. But he needed to know more about Grim to let this go any further “You said you like how the amputations make someone helpless. Is that in the same way bondage would? That someone can’t move the way you do?”
Grim looked up, tickling the stump gently before teasing it with his tongue. “It’s complicated. It makes me feel that the guy needs me. That’s why I love carrying you around. And yes, I like watching you scramble on your knees, too. I didn’t meet many hot gay guys who had ... what I like, so I would sometimes tape men’s calves to their thighs.”
“But with me you don’t have to, because I’m perfect already?” Misha brushed the stump over Grim’s lips, feeling bolder by the second.
Grim gasped and gently suckled on the scarred flesh, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his face forward, nuzzling the skin beneath Misha’s knee. “Yes. When I saw you for the first time, I knew you were perfect, even though I didn’t know anything about you yet. I love watching you drag your legs over the bed. It’s so fucking hot I just want you to hold them against my face and jerk off.”
Misha inhaled and squeezed his cock through his shorts. The way Grim lapped at him sent arousal all the way up his legs. “You can. Just be gentle with the patched-up one.”
“I won’t touch it yet. Don’t wanna hurt you, birdie,” whispered Grim as he rained sweet open-mouthed kisses all over Misha’s stump. His hair was getting slightly messy from all the rubbing, but he didn’t seem to care, overcome by the need to worship Misha.
Seeing him so excited, in this secluded place by the campfire, made Misha experience intimacy on a whole new level. Grim could be so vicious, so cruel and unrelenting, yet with him, he was gentle. Like a pet puma, ready to maul anyone but its master.
The teasing kisses and the brief touch running up Misha’s thigh were slowly transforming into a buzz that trailed all over his body, making his ass tingle and curling around his cock. Grim’s face was flushed as he skirted his mouth all over the stump, pressing his nose underneath Misha’s knee, and gently nipping on the edges of the healed flesh. It seemed as if he wanted to follow every scar with his tongue, and seeing him grind his hips against air showed just how turned on he was by this.
Misha’s breath was becoming heavy, and he slid his hand into his pants, stroking his dick with his open palm. “I want to see more of you …”
Grim flattened his tongue against Misha’s stump and trailed it all the way to his knee. “You want me to pull off my shirt?” he asked, stretching in front of Misha as he sat back on his heels. His dick seemed so huge inside his jeans that Misha felt sorry for it being so confined.
Misha looked up at Grim’s powerful chest and then up at his handsome face. “Yes.” He squeezed the cock in his pants, still feeling the phantom kisses on his leg.
Grim showed his white teeth and pulled off his top. He unzipped his pants as well with an audible groan. “You like it? What do you want me to do?” he asked, petting the stump again, so interested, so eager to please.
Without the heavy mass of hair, Misha was feeling more like himself again, even if he still needed to establish who that new old self really was. He wasn’t sure what to do with the freedom of being asked about his preference, so he took a few seconds ogling Grim’s hard stomach and shapely pecs. “I …” He stalled, his mind flooded by all the possibilities, and he took his time trailing his fingers over Grim’s chest.
The warm hand was back on his stump, holding it gently and massaging the muscles that had softened with pleasure. Grim leaned in and pulled some of Misha’s hair with his teeth, and his breathing echoed in Misha’s ears.
It was so quiet here with just the sounds of the forest and the crackling of the fire that each noise Grim made seemed like a loud moan.
“I’m guessing you’re hard?” Misha looked to the open zipper at the front of Grim’s pants. Lust was clouding his brain so much it was pushing words out of his mouth before he could think about them. “I want to see it.”
Grim laughed and pulled Misha’s hand to his dick, which pulsed through the denim, as if it were calling out for Misha’s help. “Go on,” said Grim.
Misha’s ears were hot like hellfire, and he could hardly believe he was this nervous after all the sex he’d had. It felt good. “I guess talking dirty to a webcam isn’t the same as actually being with someone I like.” He leaned closer to kiss Grim’s pec and pushed his thumb under the waistband of Grim’s underwear. He shuddered, feeling the hot skin, and couldn’t wait to see more once he pulled the fabric down and revealed more of the chiseled muscles of Grim’s abs.
“I make you tongue-tied? Thank you, birdie,” said Grim with a wide smile, leading Misha’s hand up and down over his rock-hard stomach. The dark hair on Grim’s body tickled Misha’s palm and beckoned him much lower.
“I didn’t think someone as handsome as you would ever truly want me.” And for a moment, Misha even lost his breath when he pushed the jeans and underwear lower, revealing Grim’s massive cock, already stiff and dark, with a heavy cockhead that urged Misha to lick, kiss, and idolize.
