Page 55 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“It’s coming,” said Grim and tickled Misha’s entrance with his lubed fingers.
“Push them in.” It sounded like an impatient complaint, and Misha arched his ass up, wiggling it against the digits. He let his stumps rest on Grim’s chest, purposefully trying to fuel Grim’s fire.
“You’re such a tease,” uttered Grim, but after a few more rubs, he pushed in two of his fingers, knowing Misha could take it now. The stump was a burning presence on his chest. One day, he would fuck Misha on the table, and he would kiss his stumps all over while drilling his dick inside that hot, shivering body.
All he got in reply was a moan, and Misha closed his eyes with his lips still open. He did look different from the porn vids he’d done with Gary. In the scenes, he was louder and had more of a dirty mouth, and when Grim thought back to it now, the reactions reminded him more of porn than real-life sex. Here, in the darkness, Misha was the picture of quiet ecstasy, and that was only for Grim to see.
“Yes? Good?” asked Grim, swirling his fingers inside as he leaned over Misha, kissing his bound hands, which were clasped together, as if Misha were praying to some unseen god.
“Yes. Take your time …” A smile bloomed on Misha’s lips, but he kept his eyes closed.
Grim smirked and scissored his fingers, touching Misha’s taint with his thumb. “I think you should jerk off.”
Misha gave him a half-lidded look and lowered his hands to his cock, pushing it in between. He was a very willing prisoner.
“Slowly. I don’t want you to come yet,” whispered Grim, fascinated by the way Misha’s foreskin uncovered and covered the cockhead every time Misha moved his palms. He pushed one more finger into Misha’s soft ass, making him thrust his hips up against the invading hand. It made Grim want to go deeper and deeper, into the secret places within Misha’s body that only he would get to experience.
“That’s ... hard.” Misha gasped and stroked himself slower, as Grim’s thoughts drifted to the vids in which Misha jerked himself off and fingered himself at the same time. They always seemed more personal than the ones where Andrey performed with his masked “boyfriend.”
He pushed his hand hard against Misha’s hole and watched for his reactions, breathless as he noticed a bead of fluid on the tip of Misha’s cock. He did it again and again, making sure he nudged the prostate gently, not to overwhelm Misha with sensations yet. But once he found that sweet spot, Misha’s moans became louder again, and Grim could sense his partner’s inner muscles twitch around his fingers despite being more relaxed than ever.
“Fuck! Oh fuck …” Misha whimpered, and his stump slid all the way down to Grim’s lap, settling against his cock. It was almost like being touched by a hot poker, but at the same time almost good enough to send jets of cum all over the leg. Grim took hold of Misha’s hands and pulled them off his cock, breathing hard as he looked into those big brown eyes.
Misha trailed the stump over Grim’s cock from base to head. It was heaven and hell combined.
Grim moaned and pressed on Misha’s prostate with a bit more force, making Misha squirm even more. He kissed Misha’s lips as he slowly added his pinky to the three fingers that were already inside. It didn’t go in as easily, but after a moment of pushing and twisting, his four fingers sank in almost to the knuckle.
Grim froze at a higher-pitched whimper, but Misha just kept moaning and wiggling, smelling deliciously of sweat and arousal. Grim added more lube for good measure and took his time swirling his fingers in the slippery hole. It didn’t seem like any pain was involved, and he smiled, kissing Misha’s cock before licking some of the wetness it spilled on Misha’s trembling stomach. “Tell me when,” he uttered, grabbing the base of his cock to calm down. The wait was maddening, and he hoped he wouldn’t come straightaway, like an overeager teenager.
“When …” It was barely audible as Misha’s chest heaved, and his lips trembled. Misha got to all fours once Grim pulled out his fingers. His pink hole twitched as he arched his ass, presenting Grim with the pert buttocks and his unique legs.
It was such a beautiful sight that Grim couldn’t resist and kissed Misha’s tailbone, rubbing one of his buttocks while pulling his slick hand over his own cock. “You’re ready? Will you look back at me?”
Misha looked over his shoulder with some of the hair sticking to his face. “I know you’ll be gentle.”
Grim kissed Misha’s skin again and straightened his back, grabbing the lube. He dropped his thick cock between Misha’s buttocks and gasped, watching it move up and down the crack as he rocked his hips. He already knew Misha would feel so tight around it. “Yes, just look at me, sweet bird,” he asked, pouring the lube straight on his dick.
“I wouldn’t think of anything else. You’re better than porn. I love the way your stomach muscles move when you breathe hard. Your cock feels so good there already.” Misha’s stumps kept shifting and twitching, only making Grim’s arousal harder to contain.
He massaged the lube all over his dick and nudged the swollen opening with the head, pushing on it gently and watching Misha through the haze of arousal that curled around his balls. “Steady, baby.”
Misha’s body language invited him in. They were skin to skin, and his cum would stay in Misha’s tight body. Just getting to push his cockhead between Misha’s buttocks was making Grim hot all over. This boy was all his. Not a fuck buddy, not a hookup. Only his.
He pushed in, with more force this time, and Misha’s body opened up, sucking him into its endless warmth. Grim moaned and squeezed his hand on Misha’s back as he kept a firm hold on the base of his own cock. His mind was a mess of white noise, blocking anything that wasn’t the echo of their joined pulsing bodies.
When he glanced at Misha’s face, their eyes met, and there was so much need hiding behind Misha’s eyes that Grim never wanted to pull out of the throbbing heat. “It’s big but feels good,” Misha whispered breathlessly.
“Yes ... it is fucking amazing,” muttered Grim, pulling Misha’s hips toward him. Misha needed to be as open as possible once Grim pushed in deeper, slowly inching more of his cock into that well-stretched hole. Next time, they would do it in full light so he could see the flesh around him go a bit paler. For now, he’d settle on enjoying the view of his cock disappearing in Misha’s ass. So fucking hot. And Misha still had his hands trapped under him in the belt loop. If Grim wanted to, he could do anything to this boy. Pluck his feathers one by one. He would never do so, but he’d lie if he claimed he wasn’t enjoying the ultimate feeling of power it gave him.
Misha’s ass tensed around his cock, milking it already, and when Grim pulled back a bit, to ease the pressure, Misha’s hips followed him, as if begging for more.
Grim rasped his pleasure and petted Misha’s thigh, slowly working himself in, wary of any discomfort he might see on that handsome face. But as hard as it was to keep his hips from thrusting harder and giving Misha more than he could handle, slowly but surely, Grim’s cock was sinking into that tight hole that didn’t seem to have lost any of its appetite.
Misha panted and lifted his hips slightly, making Grim wonder whether Misha was looking for space to stroke himself. “It’s massive. God.” He groaned and hid his face in a pillow.
Grim laughed, and his heart fluttered as he gave Misha’s ass a playful slap. “Told you,” he said, drawing back, only to push in deeper, but in the end, he decided not to go farther that first time and grabbed the remaining part of his cock, rocking most of the length back and forth into Misha’s body. The flesh seemed to stretch over his every vein, so hot and soft around him.
“I know,” Misha mumbled from his pillow. “But seeing it, andfeelingit? Two different things. You haven’t really done that much but slide it in, and it already feels like I’mreallygetting fucked.” He spread his legs wider in invitation, so Grim didn’t hesitate and moved back and forth at a faster pace, his free hand firmly planted on Misha’s hip.
