Chapter 15
Misha
Before the sun went down, Grim gathered some stones and broken pieces of brick and put them in a circle between the remaining walls of the burnt-down house. The second floor must have been made of wood, because the blackened skeleton of the first floor was all that remained with the floor burned all the way to the cement of the foundations. There was a sparse layer of moss and grass growing all over the structure, but Grim removed any growth from a section of the floor that he intended to use as the fireplace. For someone who didn’t want to have anything to do with flames, he was quite adept at preparing a campfire. Misha made some sandwiches in Grim’s house, as Grim insisted he didn’t need any help and worked in the ruins for two hours at dusk.
Misha didn’t understand why Grim insisted on preparing the fire there of all places, but he didn’t argue and let Grim carry him to the charred remains of the house. They walked in through a collapsed doorway and into a narrow, long space that had been the living room in the past. The brick walls had lost their color, covered by a layer of soot, and there was not much left in the ruins, not even rubble and random trash that he would have expected in a place like this. Grim spread a blanket over waterproof canvas, farther away from the circle of impromptu fireplace than Misha would normally consider sensible, but he didn’t want to point it out and suggest Grim was being overprotective.
“I thought we could stay here for the evening,” said Grim as he scooted down and sat Misha on the blanket, which hid some extra padding underneath.
Misha nodded, squeezing the cut-off ponytail in his hand. “I like natural surroundings, even at night. There’s no one here. Only me and you. ”
Grim scratched his head and passed Misha a pack of matches. “It’ll be cozy here. And I always visit these ruins when I’m around.”
Misha got to his knees and crawled toward the tidy stack of dry wood that Grim had prepared. He shook his head and smiled, enjoying the freedom of the new, lighter haircut. “Did anyone actually die in the fire?” he asked and lit a match. When he threw it into the campfire, the wood went up in flames immediately, so Grim must have poured something flammable over it.
Grim hummed behind him, and Misha heard the sound of a can opening. Grim had a beer in his hand, and he leaned back against the wall, far away from the flames reflected in his eyes. The glass pendant with the tiny skull glistened in the light, as it lay flat on his chest. “One person.”
Misha returned to the blanket and cuddled up in Grim’s big hoodie that he was still wearing despite having two of his own. It smelled of Grim’s skin and the spicy cologne he favored, and so Misha put it on to feel Grim’s presence even when he wasn’t around. “Who?”
Grim exhaled and put an arm around Misha as he sipped his beer, watching the fire for a moment. “The disabled kid I told you about. He lived here.”
Misha’s eyes grew wider, and he looked up at Grim. “Oh.” He went silent for a moment, his mind going white and empty. He should have made the connection earlier. “So is this how your interest developed? Watching the neighbor?”
Grim shrugged, and a strange smile passed through his lips without reaching his eyes. “Who knows. He died in that fire when I was still very young.”
Misha threw the ponytail into the fire, and it went up in flames like an offering to the old gods. “That’s horrible.”
Grim gulped down what seemed like half the can of beer, curling his legs farther away from the bursting fire. “He was really close with Logan, his younger cousin. They had a ... thing going on.”
“What? You perved on them?” He slapped Grim’s arm.
Grim smirked. “I saw them from my window once. They were not acting like cousins, but they were always together. I suppose, with his cousin confined to the house, Logan was always by his side to help out. The guy had terrible pain in his stumps, so Logan would comfort him. Maybe that’s how they stopped acting like cousins. That it wasn’t planned and just happened.”
Misha cuddled up to Grim, and his face was getting warm from the fire that danced far from them. “I had really bad aches as well after my legs got patched up. But it’s much better now. I just get … cold sometimes. It’s this phantom pain that goes down all the way to my toes, and I feel like my legs are freezing. It’s the worst at night, when I lay in bed, and I have this cold sensation. I sometimes look under the blanket to check if they’re not there. They’re not, yet it feels as if I’m in bed with my severed, dead legs …” he finished quietly, uncomfortable with the thought.
Grim exhaled and held Misha closer. “But it doesn’t hurt at least?”
“Very rarely.” Misha cleared his throat, not willing to go on with the morbid topic. “You said the house caught fire during a party. Was Logan a junkie as well?”
Grim brushed his forehead, staring at the flames. “No. He was fourteen the last time I saw him and never wanted to touch the stuff. He was out in the woods that night and only ran back when he saw the glow of the fire from afar. The house was burning, and everyone was out, staring as the fire licked its way out the windows. The one person missing was Coy,” said Grim and slowly looked at Misha. “He wanted to run in, but they held him. And he looked on at the house while Coy was burning to death inside.” Grim cleared his throat. “I could even hear him screaming from my own house.”
Misha inhaled the air that still smelled of char. “That’s horrific …” He put his cheek against Grim’s chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.
“He had this pet bird, and it flew out of the house. Coy must have let it out of the cage. Logan couldn’t help him anymore. The selfish prick left him alone in that dump of a house. If he were there, Coy would still be alive,” he hissed through his teeth.
“Is that why you’re so sensitive to people … like him?” Misha hugged Grim’s chest, watching the tension dance in his jaw muscles.
Grim wouldn’t look back at him as he spoke. “He was one of the best people I’ve known, but he got the short end of the stick. All he had was this lousy, cheap wheelchair. The house wasn’t accessible, but his father wouldn’t give up the room on the first floor so that Coy could easily move around. The bastard had a back problem, you see, and his comfort was a priority, so Logan would carry Coy up and down the stairs every day. They were making plans to leave as soon as they were old enough, start a new life somewhere, but then Coy died so abruptly. Someone should have helped him,” whispered Grim.
Misha petted Grim’s arm, sad to see him so upset. “That’s so fucked up. How old were you when it happened? ”
“Same age as them.” Grim pinched the bridge of his nose and downed the remaining beer. “It was a fucking disaster. Logan wouldn’t forgive his family, and I don’t blame him. They moved into this house closer to town. It was rundown, but they didn’t have much, so the farmer who owned it agreed to let them stay there for a few weeks. Logan helped out with the horses.” Grim glanced at Misha and gently petted his neck as the bursting light from the fire cast shadows all over his handsome face. “Turned out he was stealing animal tranquilizers and then used them to put his whole family to sleep. He burned them all down. All of them. All the adults, all the children.”
Misha frowned and looked into the fire, feeling as if the flames were crawling up his skin. “Christ …”
Grim kissed Misha’s temple and looked at the blackened walls, which were now brightened by the fire. “But whenever I’m here, there are no bad vibes. It’s almost as if Coy is still here.”
“Do you remember him so well because you have this ... interest in stumps? Or was it that these guys your age were gay, just like you?”
Grim swallowed hard and picked up Misha’s hand, playing with it. “Coy was handsome. He had these blond curls that would go up instead of straight down, as if they defied gravity. And he always smiled, even when he was hurting. I guess ... I was attracted to him, and he had no legs. I remember being fascinated by how they looked, how the stumps twitched when he moved his muscles. So I think it did start because of him.”
Misha pulled up his pants, revealing the stump that wasn’t wrapped in bandage and tensed the muscle in the calf that wasn’t there anymore, even though he felt like it was. “Like this?” he teased and gave Grim’s jaw a kiss. Misha wanted to give back for Grim opening up to him and allow Grim to touch the most vulnerable parts of his body.
He couldn’t miss the way Grim’s breath caught, and his eyes suddenly focused on the flesh Misha hated so much. “Yes. Just like this. He let me massage the stumps sometimes, because I wanted to help, and it eased his pain.”
The tension between them became hotter than the campfire, and for once Misha felt the interest in his stumps didn’t come from a morbid fascination with something damaged and ugly. It wasn born out of an adolescent crush that clearly still held power over Grim’s heart, making him much more human than his tough exterior would suggest .
“Show me.” Misha turned his back on the fire, and with his leg curled up between them, he looked up into Grim’s eyes.
Grim chewed on his lip, peeling his back away from the wall, and his hand hovered over the naked stump. “I ... I would be gentle and move the flesh between my fingers.”
Misha swallowed, and the growing tension was killing him. How would the caress feel when given by someone Misha craved so much? “You can touch me, I trust you.” For once, he was with someone who found his body exciting but seemed to also like him for who he was. Grim wanted to spend time with him regardless of whether he was allowed to touch the stumps or not, and that realization fizzled inside Misha’s skull like the most expensive champagne.
For a split second, Grim seemed too shocked to move, but then he kneeled down and stroked Misha’s intact stump with his fingertips, gently moving them up and down. His eyes were focused and his breath raspy as he slowly squeezed the flesh a bit harder, as if checking what kind of pressure Misha could take. “They are so ... squashy,” he said with a small smile.
Misha had to bite his lip not to laugh from the ticklish sensation. “Thanks. Nice way to boost my confidence. ‘Squashy.’ Can’t believe you.” But his cheeks were heating up already as he thought of Grim getting excited and his massive cock becoming hard.
Grim laughed and sat cross-legged, which made his bulge even more prominent inside the faded jeans he was wearing. His fingers ran up and down Misha’s calf, sliding underneath Misha’s shorts to tease the covered skin, only to slide back to the stump. “I love how it feels. Will you move your muscles again?” he added in a whisper, his gaze shooting up.
Misha smiled, and for the first time in a fetishistic situation, he didn’t feel like he was being abused. He was sharing a part of himself that turned on his partner. He tensed the muscle while Grim held the stump in his palm.
The low groan that came from Grim’s throat was all the appreciation he needed. Grim shifted and lay on his side, facing the stump, which he petted, never pulling his hand away. There was an intense longing in his eyes when he leaned in and audibly sniffed the scarred skin.
“Oh, God. Does it stink?” Misha shied away embarrassed and trembling with nerves despite being in sexual scenarios a thousand times more ugly and dirty many times .
Grim’s face followed the stump over the blanket until he pressed his nose against it again. “No ... it smells of you, and of the wood, and of soap. It’s so delicate and smooth,” he whispered, looking up into Misha’s eyes.
With Grim touching him in this new intimate way, Misha’s blood was starting to rush in his veins, and there was no stopping it. He was falling for Grim all too fast, and with those big, knowledgeable hands touching him, even Misha’s stumps felt worthy of adoration. “Thank you. I think.” He took a deep breath. “I think you’re really sexy,” he blurted out.
Grim’s smile widened, and he gave a brief, featherlight kiss to the very bottom of Misha’s stump. “I could say the same about you.”
With the campfire and the warm weather, the air was pleasantly hot around them, but Misha still felt as if it was his skin that radiated with as much heat as a nuclear reactor. But he needed to know more about Grim to let this go any further “You said you like how the amputations make someone helpless. Is that in the same way bondage would? That someone can’t move the way you do?”
Grim looked up, tickling the stump gently before teasing it with his tongue. “It’s complicated. It makes me feel that the guy needs me. That’s why I love carrying you around. And yes, I like watching you scramble on your knees, too. I didn’t meet many hot gay guys who had ... what I like, so I would sometimes tape men’s calves to their thighs.”
“But with me you don’t have to, because I’m perfect already?” Misha brushed the stump over Grim’s lips, feeling bolder by the second.
Grim gasped and gently suckled on the scarred flesh, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his face forward, nuzzling the skin beneath Misha’s knee. “Yes. When I saw you for the first time, I knew you were perfect, even though I didn’t know anything about you yet. I love watching you drag your legs over the bed. It’s so fucking hot I just want you to hold them against my face and jerk off.”
Misha inhaled and squeezed his cock through his shorts. The way Grim lapped at him sent arousal all the way up his legs. “You can. Just be gentle with the patched-up one.”
“I won’t touch it yet. Don’t wanna hurt you, birdie,” whispered Grim as he rained sweet open-mouthed kisses all over Misha’s stump. His hair was getting slightly messy from all the rubbing, but he didn’t seem to care, overcome by the need to worship Misha .
Seeing him so excited, in this secluded place by the campfire, made Misha experience intimacy on a whole new level. Grim could be so vicious, so cruel and unrelenting, yet with him, he was gentle. Like a pet puma, ready to maul anyone but its master.
The teasing kisses and the brief touch running up Misha’s thigh were slowly transforming into a buzz that trailed all over his body, making his ass tingle and curling around his cock. Grim’s face was flushed as he skirted his mouth all over the stump, pressing his nose underneath Misha’s knee, and gently nipping on the edges of the healed flesh. It seemed as if he wanted to follow every scar with his tongue, and seeing him grind his hips against air showed just how turned on he was by this.
Misha’s breath was becoming heavy, and he slid his hand into his pants, stroking his dick with his open palm. “I want to see more of you …”
Grim flattened his tongue against Misha’s stump and trailed it all the way to his knee. “You want me to pull off my shirt?” he asked, stretching in front of Misha as he sat back on his heels. His dick seemed so huge inside his jeans that Misha felt sorry for it being so confined.
Misha looked up at Grim’s powerful chest and then up at his handsome face. “Yes.” He squeezed the cock in his pants, still feeling the phantom kisses on his leg.
Grim showed his white teeth and pulled off his top. He unzipped his pants as well with an audible groan. “You like it? What do you want me to do?” he asked, petting the stump again, so interested, so eager to please.
Without the heavy mass of hair, Misha was feeling more like himself again, even if he still needed to establish who that new old self really was. He wasn’t sure what to do with the freedom of being asked about his preference, so he took a few seconds ogling Grim’s hard stomach and shapely pecs. “I …” He stalled, his mind flooded by all the possibilities, and he took his time trailing his fingers over Grim’s chest.
The warm hand was back on his stump, holding it gently and massaging the muscles that had softened with pleasure. Grim leaned in and pulled some of Misha’s hair with his teeth, and his breathing echoed in Misha’s ears.
It was so quiet here with just the sounds of the forest and the crackling of the fire that each noise Grim made seemed like a loud moan .
“I’m guessing you’re hard?” Misha looked to the open zipper at the front of Grim’s pants. Lust was clouding his brain so much it was pushing words out of his mouth before he could think about them. “I want to see it.”
Grim laughed and pulled Misha’s hand to his dick, which pulsed through the denim, as if it were calling out for Misha’s help. “Go on,” said Grim.
Misha’s ears were hot like hellfire, and he could hardly believe he was this nervous after all the sex he’d had. It felt good. “I guess talking dirty to a webcam isn’t the same as actually being with someone I like.” He leaned closer to kiss Grim’s pec and pushed his thumb under the waistband of Grim’s underwear. He shuddered, feeling the hot skin, and couldn’t wait to see more once he pulled the fabric down and revealed more of the chiseled muscles of Grim’s abs.
“I make you tongue-tied? Thank you, birdie,” said Grim with a wide smile, leading Misha’s hand up and down over his rock-hard stomach. The dark hair on Grim’s body tickled Misha’s palm and beckoned him much lower.
“I didn’t think someone as handsome as you would ever truly want me.” And for a moment, Misha even lost his breath when he pushed the jeans and underwear lower, revealing Grim’s massive cock, already stiff and dark, with a heavy cockhead that urged Misha to lick, kiss, and idolize.
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 their lips touched, Grim seemed completely there with 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 blowjob been 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 for the 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.
Grim gasped loudly and squeezed his fist in Misha’s hair, trembling as his big cock spurted cum against the back of Misha’s sensitive throat. It felt great. He’d smile around the cock if it weren’t so thick. Once the last spurt of cum left Grim’s cock, Misha finally released it from his slightly aching jaw and gave Grim a dreamy smile.
Grim exhaled and pulled on Misha’s arms, his eyes twinkling with sheer joy. “Come here, baby bird. I see you need some help.”
Misha got all flustered and pushed back his hair, only to realize he’d done that with the slippery lubed-up hand. He whined and crawled up Grim’s body on his hands and knees, panting with excitement as he pushed down his shorts, desperate to get his dick out. “I’m so horny.”
“Good. I’ll suck all that venom out of you,” said Grim with a bright laugh. He pulled on Misha’s thighs, as soon as they were within reach, and positioned him over his face, going straight for Misha’s balls. They dipped in Grim’s hot, velvety mouth, and a soft hum caressed them with vibrations as they were sandwiched between Grim’s tongue and palate.
Misha moaned, loving the perspective he now had on Grim’s model-worthy face. “No, suck on those,” he rasped and grabbed his own dick, eager to mark Grim’s skin with his cum. His head was pulsing so rapidly it felt like his cock could burst any second.
Grim opened his eyes, looking up from between Misha’s thighs, nose buried against the base of Misha’s cock as he caressed Misha’s balls with his tongue .
Misha had other men cum on him too many times too count, but he’d never been able to do it himself. He’d always found it hot in porn and imagined what it would be like to do it with a willing partner, for fun, not to degrade someone or show them their place the way Gary did to him.
He jerked himself off in quick, vicious strokes, and came with a long groan, spurting his seed over Grim’s pretty face.
Grim’s eyes closed, and he took a ragged breath, releasing Misha’s sac from his mouth. The air felt so cool now, even with Grim’s tongue still gently swirling over his nuts.
“That’s ... new,” uttered Grim and turned his face to nuzzle the inside of Misha’s thigh.
Misha gasped for air, elated and happy as he leaned down to support himself on one hand next to Grim’s head. “But good?” He rubbed the cum over Grim’s cheek with his thumb.
Grim wiped some cum off his eyelid and looked up at Misha. “I’d rather you asked, but it smells fucking delicious.” He petted the sides of Misha’s thighs.
Misha stalled, blanking out. “Oh. I … I thought we were in the zone and all that.” No one had ever asked him for permission. And no one ever asked in porn.
Grim made an abrupt move and rolled Misha underneath him on the blanket with his strong, efficient arms. “It’s fine. I’m just ... surprised. What do you like about it?” he asked, wiping his face on Misha’s thigh.
Misha gasped when the world tumbled around him. “You’re … I mean ... so handsome. I wanted to see it all over your straight nose and those dark eyebrows.” He sighed, still tender from the orgasm. “I kind of always found it hot. A pretty face with cum on it.” Was this offensive? Was he rude?
Grim laughed and nipped on Misha’s thigh, chewing on the skin before trailing up to cover Misha with his body. “I suppose no one else dared to do this with me before you.”
Misha felt small and powerless in this strong embrace yet loved every second of it. He wrapped his arms around Grim’s neck. “Seriously? I’m the first?” He tried not to, but he still snorted.
Grim nuzzled his cheek with a broad smile. “Only you can get away with teasing me like that. But it’s fine. I planted my cum in you for the first time today. ”
Misha felt warmth tingle all over his body at those words. “With you, I feel like I really get to try things on my terms for the first time.” He raised his leg and rubbed the small of Grim’s back with his stump.
Grim chewed on his lip, arching against the leg and smiling at Misha. “You are my sweet bird. So pretty and soft,” whispered Grim, nipping on Misha’s lips. His breath teased Misha’s face as they kissed again.
“I know it’s corny, but you really let me fly.” Misha trailed his hands over Grim’s sides, enjoying all the ridges of muscle. “I’ll be loving my cage.”
“Good, because I won’t be letting you go.”
Misha, on the other hand, finally found the strength to do just that. He threw the flash drive into the fire and watched it melt without even knowing what was on it. A voice at the back of his head told him he was a coward and he should have given it to the police, but he selfishly wanted to be free.
To let go.