Page 72 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Misha squeezed his thighs together, all hot and bothered from feeling that throbbing cock between his legs. “No more slapping,” he said eagerly, so embarrassed that he’d done that to the person he loved.
Grim held him down as his cock pushed its way between Misha’s legs. It was coming closer to Misha’s balls, and his skin sang, begged for Grim to touch them. Grim’s body hair tickled his skin, and when those heavy balls rested against Misha’s skin, he couldn’t help but shudder, tightening his thighs around the pulsing hot rod that spread the slick lube in between.
“That’s what I want to hear. You’re mine.”
Misha reached out for Grim’s hand and pulled it under his T-shirt, to his own chest, eager to be petted. “Areyoumine?” he whispered, his whole body tingling with excitement over Grim’s possessiveness.
Grim’s breath danced against Misha’s skin as he drew back his hips, dragging his cock in the tight space Misha created for him. “I’m yours, too, birdie. Don’t you know that yet?”
Misha could fly on the wings of that declaration. “Fuck me faster,” he mumbled in answer, excited that he could feel every single movement of Grim’s cock. With Grim’s weight on top, it didn’t matter that his cock wasn’tinsideof Misha. They were together, and Grim wouldn’t have to hold back. There would be no pain if things got too rough.
Grim rasped Misha’s name and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing into the crevice hard, until the cockhead touched against the sensitive flesh behind Misha’s balls. It felt so good that for a moment Misha believed an invisible handcaressed his scrotum, but all became clear when Grim thrust forward again, completely letting himself go.
Misha panted, already knowing this kind of fucking would become a staple in their relationship. Grim could fuck him hard and fast with no holds barred, and Misha enjoyed the sense of urgency this produced. If he could only jerk off in the meanwhile, things would have been even better, but the pressure around his dick was getting to him anyway. He wiggled his calves, trying to touch Grim with his stumps, push him even farther into the lusty frenzy.
Grim’s cock twitched, and he slammed it even harder between Misha’s thighs, making them both numb and oddly hypersensitive with the pressure. “You’re so tight for me, babe. I want to come in you so bad,” he whispered, rasping his teeth over Misha’s back as he thrust hard, pushing his balls against Misha’s flesh, as if he wanted them to follow the cock inside the tight space.
Misha stirred under him, impatient as his own arousal was rushed by Grim’s intense scent. He reached back and pulled his buttock to the side, hardly able to form a coherent sentence when he spoke. He wanted to be covered in Grim’s cum, to feel Grim all over. “Come on my ass.”
Grim let out a low gasp and fucked Misha at a furious pace, fighting for air as he pushed against Misha’s taint over and over, making it radiate intense pleasure that curled around Misha’s cock. But then he pulled out, leaving Misha’s thighs oddly empty. “Hands and knees,” uttered Grim breathlessly, and the sound of his hand moving up and down his dick sent Misha’s mind into a frenzy.
He pushed himself up in an instant, and the slight ache in his palms and knees wouldn’t stop any of the lust streaming through his body. He loved how completely free he could be with Grim, certain that his lover would never hurt him. Not knowing what would happen wasn’t frightening anymore but an adventure.
Grim grabbed his buttock and spread Misha’s ass with his fingers. He leaned closer, and Misha yelped when the massive cockhead nudged his entrance.
“Open up,” Grim uttered, “Relax.”
It was hard to relax when Misha’s whole body was one big tangle of arousal and excitement. His anus kept clenching every time he thought of Grim’s cock, not because he feared that Grim wanted to push inside after all, but because his body knew how it would feel. It was almost as if he could already squeeze that thick prick inside of him, waiting for it with his thighs slippery and his cock dripping precum.
But Grim just kept his dick at the hole and jerked off furiously, hitting his fist against Misha’s ass over and over, until Grim howled and bumped his head against the roof as cum shot inside Misha’s anus.
Misha bit his lips and closed his eyes, enjoying Grim’s orgasm despite still being a throbbing mess himself. The head of Grim’s dick slid away from Misha’s hole, but that insistent cock pressed against it with its underside as Grim’s shuddering body curled over Misha’s. And there it was, that strong hand caressing the slick insides of Misha’s thighs and finally squeezing around Misha’s cock.
“Come for me, birdie. Come all over the seat ...”
A breathless “yes” escaped Misha’s lips, and with Grim’s thick fingers coated in lube and jerking him off at a frantic pace, Misha came in a matter of seconds, grinding his ass into Grim’s stomach. He loved the firm grip Grim had on his cock when he jerked him off. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“That’s it, just ride my hand,“ whispered Grim and licked the whole length of Misha’s sweaty cheek. His fist tightened around Misha’s cock.
“So good. You’re so good to me,” Misha whispered as he thrust the last few times, adding his own cum to the lube on Grim’s fingers. His heartbeat was erratic, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Before his brain could register what was going on, Grim flipped him over and laid his heavy, warm body on top of Misha’s, cuddling up to him and pulling Misha’s stump higher so that it would rest on Grim’s thigh. He pressed fervent kisses all over Misha’s face and hugged him, crowding him on the narrow seat.
Misha hugged Grim tight and rubbed his stump over the sweaty back of Grim’s thigh. He hadn’t even realized how much he needed this release. He’d give Grim anything he might want.
“You liked it,” said Grim with a laugh to his voice.
“Hell yes, I liked it.” Misha gave Grim a dreamy smile. “I love how heavy your body feels on me. I love to feel every thrust of your cock.”
Grim smiled and pressed his lips against Misha’s forehead, looking out the window at the sky above.
“You did too, right?” Misha knew it was needy to ask, but he still craved a confirmation.
“Yeah. I really like fucking like this. It’s so stress-free.”
Misha slipped his hands under Grim’s T-shirt on his back and wrote his name in Cyrillic script all over the damp skin.
Grim smiled and petted Misha’s hair slowly, focused on something on Misha’s face.
