Page 56 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim made a small circle with his hips, sending his cock in at another angle, and it only went wilder from there. Seeing no evidence of pain from Misha, he let himself go and fucked him a bit harder as the pliant flesh swallowed his dick without even a trace of protest. It stretched to accommodate him, and he almost felt as if he was being sucked on, pulled in deeper.
“Lay on top of me. Hold me close,” Misha moaned, stirring under Grim and sending trembles down his cock. His hair covered his face, but Grim was now certain Misha was pleasuring himself as they fucked.
Grim dropped forward, holding himself up with one hand, and let go of the base of his dick in favor of pushing one arm underneath Misha and holding him to his chest. The world was spiraling out of control as he thrust hard, and Misha cried out. Grim moved his hips back and kissed him, brushing the heated, sweaty skin of his lover’s back with his teeth. “I’m here, birdie. Not letting you go.”
“You feel so good. I’m gonna come so soon,” Misha whimpered, and when Grim kissed his ear, he could feel it burning up with heat. Now that he lay on topof Misha, he could feel all the little stirs of that lovely body, every wiggle of his ass and tensing of muscles.
He never got this far with Coy. Back then they were young and just fooling around. He’d wished for rougher sex later, but no other partner came even close to forging the kind of connection Grim had shared with his first love. Until now.
No one else was as vulnerable with him as Misha was, and no one else had the body of Grim’s dreams, with smooth, lickable stumps. Just the fact that Misha’s legs were shorter made the whole experience unique. Like when he put them on Grim’s chest in a way that wouldn’t work with a full-length limb. The way the stump slid over Grim’s dick, its touch different from any other body part. And now that a bond of trust had been forged, Misha surrendered to Grim so beautifully.
When Misha came, pushing his ass even harder on Grim’s dick, the throbbing inside of him was like an explosion of arousal. Grim cried out, pulling Misha against him and licked his shoulder blade, breathless as climax rippled through his body as well, turning him into a trembling mess. He curled over Misha, kissing his skin fervently until explosions of pleasure died down, leaving Grim with a lingering buzz that made him feel as if he couldn’t possibly be any happier.
“Misha?”
“Yes?” came after a few ragged breaths.
Grim toyed with the things he could say, but eventually settled on, “You want me to pull out now?”
Misha turned his head and looked at Grim, all flushed and heaving. “I just want to … be.”
“Okay,” whispered Grim and very slowly rolled on his side, keeping his dick inside Misha as he pulled him along. They were a sweaty mess, and he loved it.
Misha whimpered and put his stump over Grim’s knee. “Oh … This position feels different too.”
Grim smirked and reached to Misha’s front, pulling the belt off his hands and holding one of them gently. He hadn’t thought it possible, but the afterglow, with them spooned so tightly, could be even better than the sex itself. Misha pushed his back into Grim, murmuring something with a smile ghosting across his mouth.
“What was that?” asked Grim, enjoying how his cock softened inside Misha’s still-tight body.
“I just can’t remember the last time I felt this good.” Misha entwined their fingers.
A strange, tingling feeling spread over Grim, and he rested his head over Misha’s, drinking the warmth of his cheeks. “I’ll make you feel like that more often then.”
Misha pulled Grim’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. “You help me forget.”
Grim exhaled and slowly pulled his cock out of Misha’s body before cuddling up to him in earnest. It felt good to lie down together like this. So peaceful. “It’ll be all right. Promise.”
“I think I’m still getting used to not having to worry every single day.”
“Are you? You told me all your days were the same,” whispered Grim, breathing in the smell of Misha’s cum. He couldn’t imagine how narrow such a life would feel to him when he was used to cruising the open roads and finding new places to stay all the time.
“Every day, Gary could have changed his mind about me. Every day, I could have been sold off if he felt like it. No one would consult me about it, so one day, it could have just happened.”
Grim pulled on Misha’s shoulder and rolled him to his back so they could look at one another. “How was it? Living with him?” he asked, suddenly really wanting to know. Not because he needed even more reasons to hate the man, but because he wanted to understand Misha better.
“I got so used to him I stopped seeing him as the bad guy.” Misha reached out to stroke Grim’s cheeks. “There were days when I felt happy, just because he let me roam around his living room, or when he got me something stupidly insignificant. And sometimes I’d block everything out and like the sex. He wasn’t too rough.” Misha looked away from Grim’s eyes, still flushed and with disheveled hair, but with an unwelcome sadness to his gaze. “I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have liked it.”
Grim took a deep breath and pushed Misha’s face toward him again, completely focused despite the post-coital laziness that melted into his muscles. “Why? Don’t say that. You were there for what ... five years? I would have gone crazy. Maybe you didn’t because you did find some positive things to focus on?”
Misha nodded, his eyes getting slightly glossy. “I had to find things that would make me happy. And if I was good, he’d get me new books, movies, somethingnice to eat. I think I’m angry that I didn’t do more to spite him. But if he resented me, he could have given me back to Zero …”
“Would he do that? Didn’t he ... like you on some level?” asked Grim and pressed a slow kiss to Misha’s forehead. He was by no means a good man, but it sickened him to think that someone would treat his partner like this.
“I don’t know. I think he liked my stumps more than me. He was just happy to have access to them.”
Grim scowled. Misha accused him of the same thing at the beginning of their relationship. But was he like that? Would he still be interested in Misha if he had no stumps? He had no way of really knowing.
“I’m embarrassed I liked parts of him, but I had to latch on to something. It was easier not to think of him as a monster.” Misha let out a long sigh. “He’s gone now. Got what he deserved.”
