Page 71 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Misha grabbed Grim’s hard and squeezed it, already nervous and sweating. “That this night will change me.”
Grim looked up at him and slowly rose, leaning inside the car as he nuzzled Misha’s face. “It probably will.”
Misha swallowed, put his hands on Grim’s cheeks, and pulled him into a kiss he so desperately needed. “But you will be with me.”
Grim’s breath trembled as he pressed his lips against Misha’s. “Every step of the way, my sweet bird.”
Even the pain in Misha’s hands was dulled when they kissed. When Grim’s tongue explored Misha’s, pain in the past and present started becoming a blur, because all that mattered was being in the moment with his Logan.
Grim pushed him back on the seat and climbed inside, spreading his strong body on top of Misha’s. His tongue rolled into Misha’s mouth, robbing him of breath as their hips collided, sending sparks of pleasure all over their bodies.
“Missed you so bad,” rasped Grim, brushing his thumb over Misha’s lips.
Misha couldn’t have put it into words any better. He’d been so stressed, so exhausted from traveling, from being found by Zero, and even from the stupid arguments he’d been having with Grim in the last few days. Every day had felt like drifting away from Grim, and he needed to reconnect as badly as he needed sleep after all this was over.
“I can’t do this without you.” Misha curled his legs over Grim’s hips, desperate to hold him close. When Grim’s firm body settled between him and the world, everything seemed brighter.
Grim ground his hips between Misha’s thighs, pushing his hands underneath Misha’s back and holding him close as they kissed. Grim was always so warm, as if his body produced two times more heat than Misha’s, and it was yet another thing that set Misha’s skin ablaze, even with their clothes still on.
“I know, but it’s gonna be all right. We’re immortal,” whispered Grim.
And with Grim on top of him, it was exactly how Misha felt. Nothing could reach for him, and even the hooks Zero kept pushing into him were nonexistent, if for just a moment. He ached for Grim so badly as if the last time they’d had sex was in a different dimension, and another opportunity might never come.
Grim bit into the flesh of Misha’s cheek, then the edge of his jaw, and his neck. His appetite seemed insatiable, and none of them cared about the man locked in the trunk. The sound of a zipper opening had Misha looking down, but with Grim’s shoulder blocking the view, there wasn’t much for him to see. Grim took hold of his hand and pulled it lower until Misha’s fingers brushed against velvety soft skin.
Misha sucked in his bottom lip as he curled his fingers over the thick girth of Grim’s cock. Already stiff as a steel bar, it made Misha remember every single time they’d had sex. From the mutual masturbation to the blowjobs to the fucking that left him aware of Grim’s size for days. He wouldn’t dare to mention it to Grim, but even that first time they were together, the night Grim saved him, wasn’t a regret. The lines of their relationship had been blurry back then, and Misha didn’t care to try to squint to see them better.
He arched up, greedy for another kiss, as he stroked Grim’s dick, lost in the moment and wanting to open his pants as well.
Grim hummed into his mouth and bucked his hips, pushing his dry cock through Misha’s fist. He moved his strong fingers to Misha’s face and hair, stroking and tickling him everywhere he could reach as they shared breathless, trembling kisses, completely isolated from the realities of the outside world.
Misha needed to see more of Grim, to feel more of him, to have his weight on top, and not be able to breathe anymore. Fucking was out of the question since it required too much prep, and they didn’t have time for that nor did Misha want towait. He needed Grim now. Needed to gorge on him until neither of them could move.
Just when Misha got desperate enough to voice his plea, Grim’s mouth spread into a smile, and his white teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “Flip over, birdie.”
Misha gave Grim a quick kiss. “I’m not sure … I mean, you know, it’s a bit big,” he said but was already turning over under Grim. His whole body was hot, his cheeks burned, and his dick throbbed. This was exactly what he craved.
His mouth fell open when he felt Grim’s nose at the small of his back, and then the waistband of his shorts stretched over his hips when Grim pulled on them with his teeth, while both his hands were on Misha’s upper back, kneading the muscle. “I’m not after your ass now.”
“No?” Misha pushed himself up on his elbows and glanced over his shoulder, uncaring about the hair getting into his face. “I need you.”
Grim smiled and lapped at the side of Misha’s buttock, which was now uncovered after both the shorts and underwear had been pulled below his ass. “I need you too. I’ve been waiting for this for days now. Just wanna be close to you.”
“I’m sorry. That video left me so off.” Misha clenched his ass, watching the fat cockhead of Grim’s dick, completely hypnotized by its strong beauty. If Misha never saw another cock in his life, he wouldn’t mind.
Grim nipped on the flesh of Misha’s ass and nuzzled it impatiently. “You ready?” he asked, pulling Misha’s clothes down all the way to his knees before climbing on top of him.
Misha quickly nodded. His cock throbbed between the seat and his stomach. He was more than ready to feel Grim all over. “Yes.”
Grim laughed and stroked Misha’s thighs. “Squeeze them for me. I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he said as if it was the sweetest of promises.
It finally hit Misha what it was that Grim wanted to do, and he couldn’t have been more eager to pull his thighs together. He even arched his ass higher, just to tease Grim. He’d get to feel Grim’s cock push in and out without the effort they’d have to put in if they wanted to go all the way.
Misha’s breath sped up, and he pushed his forehead against the seat, excited beyond words even as he sensed the faint scent of cleaning products someone must have used on the upholstery. He could hear the rustle of plastic behind him and looked back in time to see Grim squeeze the contents of a lube packet on top of his cock. The clear gel dribbled down the impressive length, and Grim spreadit all over the hard dick with a few pumps of his fist. He groaned, locking his eyes with Misha. “I’ll cover you so thoroughly everyone will be able to smell me on you,” he whispered, leaning forward and pushing his knees against the sides of Misha’s legs.
The moment the slippery cockhead pushed into the crevice in Misha’s thighs, just under his ass, all the hairs on his body bristled, and he went breathless. “I’d have you brand me if that’s what it took to be yours.”
Grim’s mouth opened, and he gave a trembling moan, slowly pushing that enormous tool between Misha’s thighs. “If you’re mine, treat me with respect, birdie. Show me with your actions, not with words. No more slapping,” he uttered, biting into the flesh of Misha’s nape as he sank deeper.
