Page 45 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim hummed and pushed his hips forward while petting the stump in a motion similar to the one he sometimes used when he was jerking off Misha. There was a drop of clear fluid at the top of the purple head of Grim’s cock, and when Misha looked at it, he knew he’d never been with anyone so massive before Grim. He could see how it could be both catnip and a deterrent for guys.
“You make me feel safe.” Misha leaned up and kissed Grim’s lips as his fingers found their own way around Grim’s thick cock.
Grim’s nostrils flared, and his eyes twinkled in the warm light from the fire as he crooked his neck, touching his nose against Misha’s. “That’s the sweetest thing you could say to me,” he whispered, trailing the fingers of his other hand down Misha’s back.
Misha looked down at Grim’s dick and slowly stroked it up and down. “It’s because I’ve never felt like that with a man. I was Andrey, I had to play the part, and it became second nature. With you, I can be myself, even if it means I’m a little more awkward.”
Grim smirked and caught Misha’s lips in the briefest of kisses. “I like you all awkward and flustered. Gives me space to save you.”
Misha smiled, becoming molten goo as his fingers trailed all the way to Grim’s neck. “And guide me?” For him, Grim’s sole presence was enough of a turn-on to create a giant void within his body, one he needed to fill with hot flesh, cum, and the spicy aroma of Grim’s body.
“Better yet, I could carry you wherever I want,” teased Grim, gently grinding against Misha’s hand before reaching to the basket, which he used to transport the food. Clearly, he’d counted on more than a meal, because he pulled out a tube of lube.
Misha hummed and put his cheek against Grim’s neck, nuzzling his Adam’s apple. His muscles were relaxed, and when he thought about the burned hair and flash drive and the chip that was finally gone from his body, he couldn’t have felt freer. Free to live and explore with a man who was ready to give him support despite his disability.
Grim pulled Misha’s hand away from his cock and gave him the lube with a wide grin. “You have to return the favor now, or I’ll have you sleep here,” he said good-naturedly and petted Misha’s stump again.
Misha bit his lip and looked up. “Can I suck you?” he asked, even though he knew it was a stupid question the moment he’d said it. Of course, Grim would want that. Who wouldn’t?
Grim’s pupils went wide, swallowing the grey rings around them. “Yes,” he uttered breathlessly, and he squeezed Misha’s stump and arm, shifting in place as he stared straight into Misha’s face.
Misha put the lube to the side for now, but with Grim’s size, he was sure it would come in handy later. He scrambled to his knees and pushed Grim back to the blanket. Grim presented such a handsome picture with the orange glow on his skin that Misha took a second to lick him up with his gaze, all the way to the massive, stiff cock that left a trail of precum on Grim’s stomach. Misha straddled Grim’s thighs and leaned down to slide his tongue all along the dick, from base to tip, where he got a taste of salty stickiness. A shudder of excitement went down to his cock and tugged at his balls.
Grim’s abs tensed underneath Misha, and a long exhale made its way from his throat. He was such a big, strong man that Misha couldn’t help but stare at his masculine body, wishing to drink up all of his cum and rest in his arms afterward. He wasn’t bothered by the touch on his stump anymore, because whenever theirlips touched, Grim seemed completelytherewith Misha, not just focused on the body parts that Misha unwillingly had.
He was looking down now, beautiful like a tiger waiting to be serviced and petted.
“That is so damn hot,” Grim whispered.
“I don’t think I’ve even seen a porn star with a dick this big.” Misha’s voice became raspy, and he couldn’t fight his own excitement when he sucked in Grim’s cockhead. Smooth, hot, and throbbing just for him. Because of how his body was not despite it.
Grim whimpered and grabbed Misha’s hand. He moved it between his slightly spread thighs and touched it against his heavy balls. “I wouldn’t mind if it was a bit smaller,” he said with a smile, already rosy around his chest.
Misha gently squeezed his balls and licked down Grim’s cock, wrapping his mouth around the base from the underside. “I wish I still had legs. We don’t always get what we want. Though I think you got the better deal here.” He pressed the tip of his tongue against one of the veins and groaned at how it throbbed.
“I know, but you won’t be able to take it deep,” whispered Grim, tracing Misha’s face with his thumb. His flesh was so hot from the fire and the internal warmth of his body that sucking on Grim’s cock felt like tasting hellfire, and Misha was happy to dance with the devil if it meant he could keep going.
“I’ll do my best.” He slid his knee closer to Grim’s thigh and brushed the stump against it, playing on Grim’s most intense needs. Misha’s gag reflex was just a memory at this point, and he was usually good at deepthroating, but he was sure the girth of this cock would prove to be problematic. He tried to take more than the cockhead this time, coating Grim’s dick in his warm saliva as he suckled on the salty skin.
Grim’s eyes rolled into his head, and he moaned into the night, petting Misha’s ear. He tried to still look down at Misha, but he was having too good of a time to keep it up at all times.
The hard tip slid over Misha’s palate, and he opened his mouth as wide as he could, breathing around Grim’s cock and tickling the ridge of the head with his tongue. It had such a fleshy, fresh taste.
Misha was careful when he lowered himself on Grim’s cock. It took time as he breathed slowly through his nose and relaxed his muscles as much as he could before pushing on. Never before had a blowjobbeen so visceral, with the cockhead forcing Misha’s jaw wider until the joints ached and he couldn’t breathe anymore. He coughed around it, coating it in even more spit as he withdrew, coaxing the huge dick with teasing licks of his tongue. Grim wasn’t joking when he said his girth would prove to be an obstacle, and Misha had survived too much in his life to die choking on a cock.
He lapped over the head and pushed against it with the back of his tongue, as he patted the blanket until he found lube. He would not be letting go of this hot monster until he swallowed Grim’s cum. He was frantic with excitement, as if he were a succubus, unable to survive without a cock inside one of his holes. His shoulders trembled, and as soon as he squirted some lube into his palm, he grabbed the base of Grim’s cock and started to stroke the shaft in rapid movements coinciding with the rhythm of his bobbing head. Each time the cockhead slid closer to the tip of his tongue, he’d toy around with its sensitive underside.
Grim’s hips were making tiny, jerky thrusts, and his strong thighs twitched as Grim fought for control. Misha could now understand why his man regretted having a dick this massive. It seemed that too often Grim couldn’t just let loose, always needing to control himself for the sake of his partner, because during the jerking-off sessions when he could let loose, Grim was always partial to quicker, rougher stimulation.
In the light of the fire, Misha could see Grim’s dark body hair clearly against his skin as he sucked on the hard flesh, not forgetting about Grim’s balls either. He could worship Grim’s cock all day and sleep with it on his face. It was the one dick in his life that didn’t seem like an assault weapon despite being bigger than any other.
Misha started humping the air, and each one of Grim’s groans had him elated. He bobbed his head quicker, carelessly fucking himself on Grim’s cock and imagining what it would be like to actually have it fully penetrate him, push into his body as Grim held him tight, or ride it with Grim stroking his thighs and leaning up for those breathtaking kisses.
Grim moaned and pushed his hips up, gliding one hand up Misha’s thigh, so close to Misha’s cock it made his whole body tingle. His head rolled over the blanket as he watched Misha through fluttering lashes. “Harder,” he muttered.
Misha instantly followed the request, sucking on the head more intensely as he squeezed his fist harder around the lower part of Grim’s cock. He fantasized that he was milking Grim to come inside him, and his throat already ached forthe warm seed. He’d never wanted anyone this way. Sure, he’d been lusting after some guys before he made the mistake of walking into Zero’s clutches, but never in this fleshy, visceral way that he only now could, when he had some experience to fuel fantasies. Grim’s pecs tensed as he reached his hands to Misha’s face and alternated between petting and holding, as if Grim weren’t even sure what he wanted anymore.
But Misha wasn’t backing away, sucking greedily and breathing hard through his nose. He twisted his slippery hand around the base of Grim’s cock, and when cum started filling his mouth, he wouldn’t part with Grim’s dick, eager to swallow every single drop. He dared to look up into Grim’s face, and the pure ecstasy written all over the handsome features made him all giddy inside. The cum wasn’t even nearly as bitter as Gary’s, and he swallowed it all like the greedy boy he was.
