Page 80 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim’s cock stirred, and he freed it out of the confines of his pants with relief. “I live to please sweet, pretty birds like you,” he rasped, pushing the leather down his thighs and letting out a mixture of Grim’s own musk, salty and spicy, with the underlying aroma of leather that, he hoped, would soon become addictive to Misha.
Misha put Grim’s shirt away and pulled off his new vest along with the tank top. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of looking at it.” He reached out and ran his fingers over Grim’s chest.
Grim chewed on his lip and got rid of all his remaining garments, presenting his body in all its naked glory. “Put on the cut,” he whispered and squeezed his growing cock as he leaned closer to Misha.
“You wanna see it on me when we fuck?” Misha smiled and did as he was asked. The cut was a symbol of belonging. Misha was all Grim’s and it gave him a thrill like no other. Every encounter with other amputees was like an elusive wet dream now.Thiswas the reality he wanted to live in for the rest of his life.
Grim nodded and kissed Misha, pushing his body between his thighs. Their bodies rubbed, creating a friction that fizzled in Grim’s brain. “Yes. I want you to always wear it. I want everyone to know.”
“Lucky has one from Tooth, and he said no one dares bother him.” Misha smiled into the kiss, running his hands along Grim’s back.
“I bet,” whispered Grim, arching under the fiery touch as he slowly ground his hips against Misha’s, sensing each body hair tickling his skin. “No one will ever dare to touch my property if he wants to stay alive.”
Misha showered wet, passionate kisses over Grim’s jaw, moving down to his neck. A gentle suckling told Grim he’d be getting a hickey, and he didn’t mind at all, smiling at the pain-pleasure of the suction and nipping. Misha’s hands went all the way to Grim’s ass and squeezed it.
“I see you want me really close,” whispered Grim, massaging Misha’s pec. “And what isthat? You want everyone to know, too?”
Misha nuzzled the place where he’d just suckled on. “Yes. Only a little mark. I can’t get enough of you. I might be your property, but I’ve never felt more free.”
Grim’s heart leapt. To Misha, he really was a hero, and despite all the failures that lingered at the back of his mind, being acknowledged by the person who mattered most made him feel like he could move mountains with his bare hands. “We can do whatever we want. We could stay somewhere for a while, if you want,” promised Grim, pulling on Misha’s lip with his teeth.
“I loved spending time with you in the forest.” Misha ran his fingers up Grim’s spine, sending a shiver of excitement from the fleeting touch. But the sensation soon changed into a buzz of arousal when Misha started rocking his hips against Grim’s.
Grim smirked and kissed Misha’s shoulder while blindly pulling closer some pillows and stuffing them underneath Misha’s back for a somewhat half-lying, half-sitting position. “We might consider that.”
Misha closed his fingers over Grim’s cock, and his slim hand only made it look larger. “So hot.” Even his chest got a flush when their eyes met over the thick shaft.
Grim shuddered, watching Misha spit on his hand and slowly tug on the whole length. “I wanna fuck you today,” he said, stroking Misha’s thigh with one hand.
“Okay. I’m pretty sure we have enough time.” Misha’s eyes were glued to Grim’s dick, and Grim couldn’t feel prouder despite knowing that having a big cock wasn’t exactly an achievement.
Grim raised his eyebrows. “Not with my dick. I got you a little something.”
“Oh! Show me.” Grim couldn’t have dreamed of a more enthusiastic reaction.
Grim pulled him closer for a deep, intense kiss and reached to the nightstand on his side of the bed. Excitement was making his mind fuzzy, but he first threw lube on the mattress and then followed it with the fabric-encased present. “Go on, unwrap it.”
Misha gave him a quick kiss, but it didn’t escape Grim that he tensed the muscles in his stumps and pulled them closer over the bedding as he uncovered the black, ribbed sex toy and moved it around in his hands, as if trying to understand how it worked. It had a T-shaped base for easy handling and a crooked shape with a round tip.
“You ever used anything like this?” asked Grim, swirling his tongue into Misha’s navel. He gasped when Misha’s cock poked the underside of his jaw, but the sensation was too delicious to miss, so Grim squeezed the pulsing dick in the crook of his neck.
“Not like this.” Misha arched his hips up to poke him with the cock again.
Grim laughed and gave the smooth head a playful lap before taking the toy out of Misha’s hand and tapping the round ending against his lips. “You will like this one, I promise,” he said with a sense of purpose lingering beneath skin.
“I’ll trust you then.” Misha opened his pink lips in invitation, and as Grim slid the toy in, he couldn’t help but imagine his own cock in Misha’s wet, hot mouth. He exhaled, watching that pink, slick tongue trail over the underside of the toy and playing with the ribs. He loved toys. And he loved sweet, kinky boys.
“Trust in what?”
Misha gave the tip of the toy a lick. “That you’ll make it good.” He took the dildo back into his mouth as if in slow motion, looking into Grim’s eyes. It reminded Grim of the videos Misha used to make, but from now on, he’d be the only one to see Misha’s lips accommodate a cock.
He groaned, massaging Misha’s thighs as he watched the black shape sink into Misha’s mouth. “I’ll let you play with it now,” Grim whispered and grabbed Misha’s thighs, pulling them apart for the best angle.
Misha’s gaze became hazy, and he took the toy into his mouth all the way up to the base, spread out in front of Grim, naked except for the vest, beautiful in his excitement. No one else mattered to Misha now, and Grim would do anything it took to keep it that way for the rest of his life.
Grim slid his hands underneath Misha’s ass and pulled it closer to expose the pink anus. He smirked and lapped at Misha’s balls as he flattened one hand on Misha’s abdomen and started gently massaging the muscle beneath skin.
The suckling sounds became louder, sending tingles of pleasure all over Grim’s back and making his cock stiffen even more. If he had a smaller dick, he’d fuck Misha with it every day. The one time they’d done it, Misha’s body yielded to him so beautifully, and he seemed to enjoy the fucking too, always so responsive to touch. But penetration was difficult for Grim, as it required self-discipline, so he learned to enjoy other kinds of sex just as much. As long as he had a beautiful boy, as long as they both came, anything could be equally pleasing to him.
