Page 81 of His Favorite Color is Blood
He suckled on the salty skin of Misha’s sac and poured some lube over the crack, letting it drizzle all over the hole and the fingers that Grim brushed against those pert buttocks.
Misha let out one of those little moans that Grim was getting drunk on. In the corner of his eye, he saw Misha’s stumps dragging over the bedding, and all he could think of was sweat, sperm, and goose bumps all over Misha’s soft skin. He’d never have a more perfect partner. So sexy but also so dependent on him, so sweet in his need for help while never losing his sarcastic nature and sharp intelligence.
Misha licked all around the black toy while Grim massaged his anus, asking the muscles to let him in. They were loosening up, and with Grim applying gentle pressure over Misha’s cock and balls, he could soon slide in one digit, which he crooked, pulling on the sphincter from inside.
“I’m gonna be so slow today, you are gonna beg me to finish you off,” he promised.
Misha popped the toy out of his mouth, already flushed and breathing harder with arousal. Grim enjoyed getting off just like anyone did, but he loved watching his partners even more. Especially the amputees, as their bodies were particularly unique. Misha was such a glorious sight with the planes of muscle and golden skinspread out in invitation and asking to be admired. His pale nipples hardened, his cock twitched every now and then, where it rested next to his navel, and his ass tensed over Grim’s finger, as if asking for more.
Grim pulled the foreskin of Misha’s cock down to expose the whole head, so soft and sensitive, especially below where it met the rest of the shaft. He already knew that touching Misha there would send his beautiful boy into a frenzy of lust.
“You make it so good,” Misha whispered and reached out to Grim’s cheek, running his fingers over it. His chest was rising and falling rhythmically, painting the prettiest picture in front of Grim’s eyes.
Grim smirked, watching the flush on Misha’s face and chest darken in the bright daylight coming through the window. He loved the fact that Misha wasn’t ashamed of his body, even more so now that he was comfortable with Grim touching his stumps as well.
He scissored his fingers, checking if the hole was sufficiently relaxed, and then drove his fingers in deeper.
“Oh, fuck!” Misha tensed and raised his stumps off the bed.Bingo. He mewled when Grim touched the little bud again, and he dropped the toy next to him. “Again,” he pleaded, arching and spreading his thighs.
Misha’s insides were molten hot, and Grim wanted to enjoy them a bit more before going further, but if the way Misha rocked his hips and rolled his head back was any indication, the sweet bird was ready for more.
“Greedy bastard.”
“You do it so well,” Misha whined, shifting and writhing, as he grabbed the bedding with one hand. “I promise I’ll make you feel good too.”
“I bet you will,” said Grim, though he would be fine just masturbating while kissing those shapely stumps all over. Touching them gave him a rush that awoke vibrant noise in all the sensitive parts of his body. He sucked in the head of Misha’s cock and reached for the toy, eventually sliding his fingers out of Misha to cover the massager with lube. Just seeing the clear gel drizzle over the ridges was a thrilling sight when Grim imagined what it would be used for.
Misha pulled his legs up and held them to his chest, shamelessly exposing his ass. Grim had to stop everything and take a deep breath to admire the view without losing it. Misha even wiggled the stumps for his pleasure, and the blatant temptation was more than Grim could take.
“Fuck. You’re teasing me,” whimpered Grim, sliding first the round head and then the ridges of the toy against Misha’s tight, sensitive opening. Let him have a taste of his own medicine.
The muscles of Misha’s thighs tensed, and he let his head fall back with a moan. “The ridges … I’ve always liked ribbed dildos.”
“I remember. That’s why I got this one,” whispered Grim, thinking back to a porn clip in which Misha fucked himself on a purple ribbed dildo, which he earlier attached to the wall with its suction base. His hair had been all over the place as he pushed back rhythmically, accepting the uneven shaft into his tight body.
He popped the round head in, and the groan he got in return was music to his ears. Misha wiggled his ass impatiently. “Come on … fuck me …”
“Patience. I promised you nice and slow, didn’t I?” Grim laughed and pumped Misha’s cock with the lubed-up hand as he moved the toy in a circular movement, massaging Misha’s sphincter.
“I like it fast and rough,” Misha said in a raspy voice, spreading his thighs to look at Grim from between them. “I love watching you handle your cock.”
“But I want you to suffer,” teased Grim, slowly pushing the massager in, twisting his wrist for more titillation to Misha’s entrance. He twisted his thumb over the head of his own cock, shuddering when the pleasure pooled in his abdomen.
“Evil …” Misha whimpered when yet another ridge passed his sphincter, swallowed by slick, puckered flesh.
Grim pulled the toy back, angling it so it would push on the sphincter instead of sliding out. “I am. I kill. I maim, I bleed. And I keep my boyfriend from being fucked hard.”
Misha panted, and Grim groaned when he saw Misha pull his leg up and lick the underside of his stump. He’d seen it many times on video, but it was the first time Misha seemed comfortable enough to milk Grim’s fetish.
Grim stared at him, and his cock pulsated, ready to come all over those graceful legs. “Don’t stop,” he uttered, shocked by Misha’s flexibility in real life. “Fucking hell ...” He gave Misha what he wanted and pushed the toy in deeper, screwing it into the depths of Misha’s flesh and already angling it for the prostate.
Misha’s brows drew closer, and he moaned before suckling on the stump, obscenely spread out. It made Grim remember how soft the flesh was to thetouch. How each scar felt different under the tongue. Misha’s ass tensed over the toy once all of it was inside with only the T-shaped handle left in Grim’s hand.
“Good? You want it harder?” asked Grim, making sure to apply almost too much pressure to Misha’s prostate.
“More …” Misha whined, his cheeks red and his brand new haircut in disarray. He pulled his other leg closer too and gave it a lick before rubbing his cheek against the narrower part of the stump.
Grim twisted the handle, experimenting with pressure as he slid his lubed-up hand over Misha’s cock and pumped it in the same rhythm. He was slow, languid, and the way Misha reacted with both impatience and hoarse moans of pleasure was already keeping him on edge.
