Page 53 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Misha pulled Grim down to the mattress, slowly lying down without ever looking away from his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me,” he said into Grim’s lips.
Grim’s heart did a backflip, and a low groan left his mouth as he propped himself over Misha, fighting the urge to rub his crotch against one of the stumps that now rested next to his knees. It was such a direct request, one he didn’t oftenget. It was usually all about his dick and about how his partner wanted to feel it inside them. They never invited all of Grim.
He looked down, at the outline at the front of his pants and felt it grow, ready to fulfill Misha’s request. But when he glanced at Misha and thought of how small he was without his legs, how he had struggled with sucking Grim off, he wasn’t sure if Misha could take him. Like many others, Misha was excited, but there was no guarantee he wouldn’t end up begging Grim to stop. It almost felt as if Grim’s cock was a torture device, not an instrument of pleasure, and thinking about Misha shutting him down this way made Grim ache with worry.
“It’s really big,” he said in a hollow voice.
“I know,” Misha whispered back, and there was finally a small smile on his lips. “I’ve used big toys. Maybe not that big, but big enough. Um … you’ve probably seen that. I think with the right amount of time and lube, we’ll have fun.”
Grim sucked in his bottom lip as erotic pictures swarmed his mind. There was a particular video of Andrey he really liked. It involved a big black butt plug Andrey had mounted and even ridden, slowly sinking on it and letting it slip out of his stretched anus. He nodded and kissed Misha’s lips. “I ... want this too.”
“I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” Misha licked his lips. “I got myself ready when you were gone. I mean, just like … clean and all that. I miss penetration.”
Grim laughed in relief. At least it was a conscious decision on Misha’s part, not one spurred by the moment. “Oh ... wow ... I didn’t expect that, but if your body is ready, then so is mine,” he said and gently slid his hands up and down Misha’s thighs.
Misha’s face went slack. “Is that … not something your lovers usually do? Or say?”
Grim laughed and pinched Misha’s chin, pushing him flat against the mattress, both hands trapped over his head. “Still embarrassed about that moneyshot?”
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t know I should have asked,” Misha whined but didn’t show a hint of discomfort when Grim held him down.
“It’s fine,” said Grim and kissed the side of Misha’s face before trailing kisses underneath his jaw. He needed Misha as relaxed as possible. “No. They usually say that it’s the biggest they have taken or that I’m gonna turn them inside out.” He exhaled, savoring the tang of Misha’s sweat. “Or ask me to choke them as we fuck.”
Misha watched Grim with his lips parted. “I just want to feel you all over. I want you to come inside me.”
Grim’s toes curled, and he shuddered, sliding his tongue over Misha’s lips as red-hot excitement soaked into his brain’s grey matter. “You don’t want my cock. You wantme, don’t you?” he whispered, rocking his hips between Misha’s thighs, and gasped when his hardening cock ground against Misha’s.
Misha nodded and wrapped his arms around Grim’s neck. “No one will ever know me the way you do.” He arched up for a kiss as his body tuned in to Grim’s rhythm.
Grim pulled one of Misha’s thighs closer and briefly touched the stump, focused on those succulent lips. “No. No one will, my sweet birdie. Just like no one else will ever know who I really am. I told no one else.” He blinked, watching Misha’s face emerge from the shadow as it rolled to the side, toward the window. “No one knows who set fire to that second house. Just you.”
Misha closed his eyes as they kissed, and he ran his fingers over the leather at the back of Grim’s mask. “It’s like we’ve melted together already.”
Grim lifted the hem of Misha’s tank top and buried his face between his pecs, kissing the heated skin. Even touching him mostly through a layer of leather, the contact felt more real than with any hookup he could think of. “You want rubbers?”
“No. I’m bare with you.” Misha’s breath hitched, and then he laughed out loud. “Oh, fuck. I’ve just had this phantom heat sensation in my toes.”
Grim’s heart leapt. “Was it good?” he asked and tickled Misha’s calf as excitement soared in his veins. “You feel me touching them?”
“I don’t know. But it was good. Like putting your feet close to the radiator on a cold evening.” The muscle in one of the stumps twitched against Grim’s fingers.
Grim smiled and closed his front teeth over Misha’s nipple, pulling on the salty flesh. “I’m gonna eat your ass. You want that?”
Misha’s fingers tensed against Grim’s nape, and he ground his dick into Grim’s stomach. “Oh, yes, please … I’ve never had it done to me.” His voice was soft and pleading, just the way Grim liked it.
“No? I wanted to have a taste of it since the first time I saw it on the screen,” whispered Grim, tracing Misha’s nipple with his tongue and then with the web underneath. He exhaled and squeezed Misha’s cock through his shorts. It was as hard as his own. “I bet it’s so warminside.”
“You did?” Misha whispered, stirring under Grim in the sweetest way and thrusting against Grim’s hand like an eager puppy. His skin tasted fresh, with the aroma of the shower gel he must have used, but arousal was evaporating off him already.
Grim smirked. “Yes. When it’s open after you use a toy, it’s so pink and juicy inside. And now I’ll finally have a taste myself,” he said and pulled on Misha’s top.
Misha lifted his arms to make it easier for Grim and wiggled out of the garment with a smile and flushed cheeks. “I did like the toys. I could do things at my own pace.”
It was like an alarm going off in Grim’s head. “Maybe we should get you some then,” he proposed and pulled off his tight long-sleeved shirt.
Misha reached up to Grim’s mask, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Grim swallowed his words as the leather pulled on his lips and nose, peeled off by Misha’s fingers. Once the mask was off, he could sense the cool air on his sweaty skin, and he combed back his unruly hair. “Want you so bad ...”
“I know it might seem weird because of what I’ve been through, but I do like the sensation of a good, hard fuck.” Misha ran his palms up Grim’s stomach. All Grim needed to do now was to pull down his shorts, and he’d have Misha naked. “What spoiled it for me was usually the people I’ve been with.”
