Page 24 of His Favorite Color is Blood
All the sensations, combined with being only inches away from a man hotter than Misha’s favorite porn star and hung like a horse, were just too much. Despite a wave of embarrassment, Misha’s hand dove under the comforter and grabbed his own rock-hard dick. He’d come in seconds, he was sure of it.
Grim pulled Misha’s fingers out of his mouth and kissed them. “Touch me,” he uttered with a rasp to his voice, and Misha wasn’t even sure whether it was a plea or command. Grim slowly rolled the comforter off his body, revealing the erection that at this point stuck out from the waistband of his underwear, and Misha’s hand stuck inside his pajama shorts.
Misha hesitated, unsure of what jumping down this rabbit hole would mean, but it was too late. The tension between them was too thick, and he’d never felt so safe and elated all at once. And Grim’s size didn’t scare him, since Grim wasn’t asking for anything that could possibly be hurtful. He just wanted to be touched. He wanted to be close, just like Misha did.
With his one hand still down his pants, Misha reached to Grim’s erection with the other and touched the sticky cockhead with his fingertips. He couldn’t stop panting from the excitement of it all.
Grim shuddered, nipping on Misha’s shoulder as he pushed the wet head of his cock against the middle of Misha’s palm. The smooth tip caressed the sensitive skin, begging for more touch. Before Misha could pull Grim’s briefs down, thelight squeeze over his balls had his brain melting. Grim was touching him through his shorts.
Misha started stroking himself in quick moves as he watched every muscle in Grim’s body shift, his firm thighs, his stomach, and his arms. Grim was worth photographing for posterity. Misha pulled on Grim’s briefs, releasing the thick cock from its confines, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to try to suck on it. The cock throbbed in his hand when he grabbed it, adoring every vein. Grim had been right about one thing: Misha did perv on him.
Grim moaned and looked down at Misha’s hand around his cock. He rolled to his side, intertwining their legs tighter as his hand trailed over the front of Misha’s shorts. He briefly touched Misha’s hand before slipping inside, brushing over sensitive skin, and touching the head of Misha’s cock.
With his teeth grazing Misha’s cheek, Grim pushed his dick into Misha’s hand, fucking it in rapid, impatient movements. Misha’s mind drowned in an image of Grim pushing inside him this way, and all it took was a few more times of his fist pumping his cock for him to come. And it was different from last time too, even if he was the one to finish himself off. He was free, did this on his own terms, and wasn’t afraid of what would happen next. And he didn’thave togive Grim a handjob in return. He wanted to.
Grim pushed his face against Misha’s neck, and his strong body twisted as he pumped his cock into Misha’s hand. “Fuck ... this is so hot,” he uttered and sucked on the side of Misha’s cheek as he clawed his hand against Misha’s hip.
When Misha had men touch him, he’d always been very aware of his own body, but right now, the lines of where he ended and where Grim began were blurring. He pulled his sticky hand out of his pants and trailed it over the pronounced muscles of Grim’s stomach. He kissed the side of Grim’s face and let go of Grim’s cock for a moment to swap hands and have Grim fuck the one which had slippery cum on it. He’d done things in his life he wasn’t proud of, many things he didn’t want to remember, but this? This was all him, no acting, no worry over his mask slipping. And when Grim’s mouth captured his in a frenzied kiss, all walls crumbled.
Grim pulled him close, and his cock became even harder before it twitched, shooting a jet of cum between Misha’s fingers. Misha opened his mouth wide, inviting Grim’s tongue, and secretly wondered what Grim’s cum would taste like.The cock throbbed in his hand with such intensity Misha clenched his ass around nothingness.
Grim’s muscles deflated when he finished, and he collapsed on the bed, sucking on Misha’s tongue. His dick was still hot, and Misha couldn’t bring himself to let it go as he felt the sperm cool on his hand and forearm.
His eyelids were heavy, his cheeks flushed, but he still looked at Grim, catching deep breaths. “I wasn’t planning this.”
Grim laughed and kissed Misha’s lips, gentler now as he lay next to him in a loose embrace, chest heaving. “That’s normal.”
“I’m not really sure what I want.” And thinking was not easy in the post-orgasmic haze with Grim lying there sated, gorgeous, and with a cock not much smaller than when it was fully hard.
Grim stretched and leaned over to the bedside table, pulling some tissues out of a wooden box. He passed a few to Misha and started cleaning himself off with a lazy smile ghosting across his lips. “We can take things slow.”
“I’d like that.” Misha cleaned himself quickly, unable to stop stealing glances at Grim. “Thank you for tolerating my meltdown earlier.”
Grim smiled and slid his arm underneath Misha’s head. “You’ve kissed it all better.”
Misha pushed into a hug, but as his mind was clearing, he reminded himself he couldn’t be naive about this. If he wasn’t careful enough, whatever he was doing with Grim could spiral out of control. Sadly, the rest of his body wasn’t as logical as his brain.
Grim tossed the dirty tissues away and pulled the comforter over their bodies, falling back into Misha’s arms. His heart was thumping against where Misha held his ear, but the rhythmical drumming was slowing its pace. Grim sighed sleepily.
“I’m gonna keep you safe even in your dreams.”
Misha bit into his lips and hugged Grim tighter. He didn’t even care anymore if this was some attempt at manipulating him. He wanted to believe every word that came from Grim’s lips.
Chapter 10
Grim
Grim raised the comforteras gently as he could, and his breath caught in his throat when Misha’s right stump emerged into the faint light coming through the net curtain. It was smooth, and the hint of a scar at the side made Grim’s heart beat faster. He wanted to lie down and put his face between the stumps, have Misha squeeze them around his head, and suckle on the soft skin until he could come by his own hand.
Once the second stump was laid bare, Grim switched on the camera in his phone and started recording a short movie. He let the camera linger on Misha’s relaxed face first, with some of his hair out of the tight knot that he always wore since the rescue. Tension rose in Grim’s body as he filmed Misha’s smooth chest, the shorts hiding Misha’s pretty dick, the thighs that Grim couldn’t wait to fuck, and then the tender, forbidden flesh of the stumps. It looked so unique he could hardly breathe, filling with excitement as he leaned down to film the scars.
Their irregular shape made Misha even more special. Unlike many on other amputations Grim had seen, Misha’s scars were pink and quite visible. It made Grim wonder what doctor sewed them up, because some of them looked crude. A few lighter scars marred the skin on the knees and below, most probably from the accident Misha was in. Grim had to remember to ask about that once Misha seemed to be in a good enough mood.
Grim gasped when Misha shifted the stump in his sleep. He put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from getting too loud. The sheet wrinkled slightly from the pressure of Misha’s flesh, and Grim imagined it being his own skin.
He stopped the video and switched over to the photography option, leaning down to catch a good angle at Misha’s face from the perspective of the stumps. His subject shifted in his sleep, yawning like the cutest little puppy, but when one of his eyes opened, Grim didn’t have enough brainpower to hide the cell right away.
“Hey,” Misha muttered, but the moment his eyes focused on the device, he sat up as if someone had poured crushed ice all over him. “What are you doing?” he hissed and reached out to grab Grim’s phone.
