Chapter 25
Grim
Grim rushed toward the clubhouse with his head boiling up. This couldn’t be happening to him. He did everything right. He protected Misha, gave him the property vest, and he’d give him the moon and the stars if he could. He even obtained a false identity for him so that they could be together. Just days ago, Misha told Grim he’d gladly be branded if that was what it took for them to be a couple, but marriage was too much of a commitment?
“Grim! Come on! Let’s talk!” Misha yelled from the car where he still was, since Grim didn’t help him into the wheelchair, leaving it next to the door instead. And even fuming, it was Grim who had to pay for Misha’s new haircut. The only services Lucky was willing to do for free were for Grim, and Grim ended up not taking him up on the offer. It was so fucking humiliating to have anyone else witness his failure. He’d have never expected Misha to reject him. Not in his wildest dreams. Not when he was already imagining them obtaining a license and having everyone watch two gay men, who could finally be legally married everywhere in the country, celebrating their special day.
“What about?” he shouted back.
“About what happened!” Misha transferred into the wheelchair, already wearing the property vest, as if he wanted to make a point. And what point would that be? Grim had no idea. A confusing one, that was for sure.
Grim turned around and spread his arms wide. So much effort went into organizing everything. And he even gave up on riding his motorcycle for the sake of Misha’s comfort. It still wasn’t enough to convince Misha that this relationship was serious. “I think you were clear back at the shop. ”
Misha started wheeling his way. His new shoulder-length hair did look cute, but it didn’t make him a nice person, no matter how much his lips curved downward. “No, I simply wanted to talk in private, not with Lucky listening! You’re overreacting.”
“ I am overreacting?”
Misha caught up with him, bumping into Grim’s knee as he looked up and grabbed the hem of Grim’s T-shirt where it stuck out from beneath the cut. “I love you. You’re my biggest hero. What’s going on?”
Something collapsed in Grim’s ribcage, but he still met Misha’s gaze. “I’m not your hero. I’m just doing your bidding and gratefully taking whatever you toss my way.”
Misha cautiously grabbed his hand. “That’s not true. You mean everything to me. I’m just surprised. You came in, threw the passport in my lap, and announced we were getting married. I’m … overwhelmed.”
Grim bit his lip, but as Misha’s fingers tightened around his palm, he couldn’t help but enjoy the warm touch. “Do you think I’m not confused? I never met anyone I wanted to stay with.”
Misha swallowed and looked into the open lounge behind Grim’s back. “My mind is wrapped around Zero calling at any point. We need to talk strategy, and … the last thing I was expecting was you wanting ... marriage . I mean … we’re together whether it says so on paper or not.”
Grim sighed and pushed his other hand into his pocket. Blood drummed against the warmth of Misha’s hand as they looked at one another, and he stepped toward the building. There was a sense of resignation coursing throughout his bloodstream.
“This way I could keep you safe even when I’m not there.”
Misha pulled his hand back so he could follow him in the wheelchair. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, but his voice got a higher pitch.
Grim stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back. “No? How do you know? Don’t you listen to what I say?”
Misha held his arms out in a silent plea, reminding Grim of the first time he did that in a motel bathroom. A sense of deep tenderness spread through his chest. Grim loved being so useful to him, always by his side, and always being needed, but if something really did happen to him, Misha needed to be protected from all the storms that would come after. Grim had talked to Tooth about it and asked him to make sure Misha would be taken care of if anything happened. He wasn’t as free to provide for himself as other people. He was vulnerable and scared. He couldn’t be left on his own.
“I don’t want to live in a world without you,” Misha whispered. “You’re my shield.”
It was like a bolt that lodged itself in Grim’s heart and injected him with the sweetest of poisons. “Maybe you should say yes then,” he said and picked Misha up.
“You need to know nothing would be fine without you.” Misha wrapped himself around Grim like ivy, and his milky scent found its way into Grim’s nose, deeming him incapable of fighting any longer.
Grim started walking upstairs right away and pulled Misha so close he might have choked him a little bit, but he really needed his warm touch and the sweet smell that seemed ever-present on his skin.
“I know,” he said in the end and pushed inside their room.
“And I didn’t want Lucky to hear things like this. They’re mine and yours only,” Misha moaned but gave Grim a tender kiss on the mouth, barely a brush of lips, but it still felt like an electrical charge.
“And I thought you love me, so it would be a formality,” said Grim and leaned against the door, forcing it to shut with their combined weight.
Misha stroked Grim’s jaw. “Of course, I’ll marry you. I’d jump into a fire for you. It was just so unexpected and sounded more like you preparing your last will than you planning a life with me.”
Grim took a deep breath and put Misha down on the mattress, sinking to his knees in front of him. He stroked Misha’s stumps through the fabric. “I want to plan it, but planning can wait, and this kind of stuff can’t.”
“I understand. I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” Misha never once looked away from him with those big, sincere eyes that for once hid no hint of sarcasm or fear.
Grim rested his cheek on Misha’s thigh, resigned to his fate. “If Lucky knows, Tooth will know too. Fuck.”
“Does it matter what he thinks?” Misha tried and ran his fingers over Grim’s nape, but there was hesitation even in his question.
Grim brushed his finger over the soft leather of Misha’s cut and smiled. It felt good to see his patch on Misha. Now anyone would know when they saw them together. In that way, it was even better than marriage. “Reputation is important in this business. Never forget that.”
“That’s why I wanted to talk in private, but I guess I fucked that up too. A month ago, I didn’t think I’d live to be twenty-five, and now I’m supposed to be getting married. My brain melted a bit.”
Grim watched him, knowing there was something he was still missing. He wasn’t that good with people. “Tooth proposed with everyone there. I thought one person wouldn’t make a difference.”
Misha licked his lips and poked Grim’s arm. “You didn’t exactly propose …”
Grim scowled. “Why, you want a diamond ring now?”
Misha pulled Grim up to the bed. “Yeah, like I care about sparkly shit. I want you to ask.”
Grim gave a sharp laugh and sat down next to Misha. “And that’s it? I ask, and you’ll agree?”
Misha shifted closer on his knees, grabbing on to Grim’s arm for balance. “Maybeee. But only if you fuck me really well.”
Grim swallowed a deep gulp of air, seduced already by Misha’s dark eyes and sweet smile. “Birdie. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Can’t help it. I’ve got a dirty mind.” Misha licked along Grim’s bottom lip, his tongue like a match to fuel his fire.
Grim leaned in and captured Misha’s lips, grabbing his hands in place. The rush of adrenaline made him oversensitive as he brushed his mouth against Misha’s. “Convince me ...”
The playful spark in Misha’s eyes was just what Grim wanted his life to be about. Misha reached back and pushed his pants below his ass before falling back to sit on the bed. Grim’s heartbeat spiked when he realized he’d be seeing the naked stumps in a matter of seconds. Misha slowly pushed the fabric along the delicious planes of his legs, and there they were, with a few bruises and abrasions that needed to be kissed better, but otherwise smooth, soft, and ready to be touched.
Grim couldn’t stop himself from groaning as he approached Misha, kicking his boots off the bed when he lay down flat and cuddled up his face to one of the stumps, kissing it along the scars as his senses savored the scent left by the detergent that had been used to wash Misha’s clothes .
“So easy.” Misha snorted and put the other leg on Grim’s shoulder, rubbing it gently. “But don’t worry. I’ll never use my power over you for evil.” He stroked Grim’s hair, and as much as Grim cared about it being in order, he didn’t give a fuck right now. With Misha’s stumps on both sides of his head, his mind emptied of any rational thoughts, leaving only dirty fantasies that led him to open his mouth wide and suckle on the silky skin criss-crossed by equally smooth scars. He nipped on them and didn’t even notice when his hips began to grind against the mattress.
Misha’s voice echoed in his head as if it came from another world. “It used to freak me out when someone did that, but it’s starting to turn me on with you.”
“What changed?” whispered Grim, tickling the very tip of the stump with his tongue, and gasped when Misha pulled his other calf closer to the back of Grim’s head. He couldn’t help himself. Their shape was so ... different from average legs, so sexy … Each amputation he ever touched felt a bit different, and those stumps were completely unique to Misha, a testimony to all that he’d been through.
Misha giggled, and it was the sweetest sound that made Grim want to tickle Misha again. “You. I like seeing you so excited because of me. And I like you touching me. The skin there is so sensitive.”
“You know where my skin is soft and smooth?” whispered Grim and unzipped his pants, snickering as he looked up at his lover.
Misha bit his lip with a grin. “No. Show me.”
Grim untangled himself from the lovely legs and kneeled, yanking his shirt off first. “That’s right. You shouldn’t commit to marriage before inspecting the goods, should you?” he asked, throwing the shirt at Misha.
Misha laughed and smelled the shirt with a long sigh. “I guess I have to get a trial run then.”
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. This was 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 is that ? 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.
He suckled on the salty skin of Misha’s sac and poured some lube over the crack, letting it drizzle all over the hole and the fingers that Grim brushed against those pert buttocks.
Misha let out one of those little moans that Grim was getting drunk on. In the corner of his eye, he saw Misha’s stumps dragging over the bedding, and all he could think of was sweat, sperm, and goose bumps all over Misha’s soft skin. He’d never have a more perfect partner. So sexy but also so dependent on him, so sweet in his need for help while never losing his sarcastic nature and sharp intelligence.
Misha licked all around the black toy while Grim massaged his anus, asking the muscles to let him in. They were loosening up, and with Grim applying gentle pressure over Misha’s cock and balls, he could soon slide in one digit, which he crooked, pulling on the sphincter from inside.
“I’m gonna be so slow today, you are gonna beg me to finish you off,” he promised.
Misha popped the toy out of his mouth, already flushed and breathing harder with arousal. Grim enjoyed getting off just like anyone did, but he loved watching his partners even more. Especially the amputees, as their bodies were particularly unique. Misha was such a glorious sight with the planes of muscle and golden skin spread out in invitation and asking to be admired. His pale nipples hardened, his cock twitched every now and then, where it rested next to his navel, and his ass tensed over Grim’s finger, as if asking for more.
Grim pulled the foreskin of Misha’s cock down to expose the whole head, so soft and sensitive, especially below where it met the rest of the shaft. He already knew that touching Misha there would send his beautiful boy into a frenzy of lust.
“You make it so good,” Misha whispered and reached out to Grim’s cheek, running his fingers over it. His chest was rising and falling rhythmically, painting the prettiest picture in front of Grim’s eyes.
Grim smirked, watching the flush on Misha’s face and chest darken in the bright daylight coming through the window. He loved the fact that Misha wasn’t ashamed of his body, even more so now that he was comfortable with Grim touching his stumps as well.
He scissored his fingers, checking if the hole was sufficiently relaxed, and then drove his fingers in deeper.
“Oh, fuck!” Misha tensed and raised his stumps off the bed. Bingo . He mewled when Grim touched the little bud again, and he dropped the toy next to him. “Again,” he pleaded, arching and spreading his thighs.
Misha’s insides were molten hot, and Grim wanted to enjoy them a bit more before going further, but if the way Misha rocked his hips and rolled his head back was any indication, the sweet bird was ready for more.
“Greedy bastard.”
“You do it so well,” Misha whined, shifting and writhing, as he grabbed the bedding with one hand. “I promise I’ll make you feel good too.”
“I bet you will,” said Grim, though he would be fine just masturbating while kissing those shapely stumps all over. Touching them gave him a rush that awoke vibrant noise in all the sensitive parts of his body. He sucked in the head of Misha’s cock and reached for the toy, eventually sliding his fingers out of Misha to cover the massager with lube. Just seeing the clear gel drizzle over the ridges was a thrilling sight when Grim imagined what it would be used for.
Misha pulled his legs up and held them to his chest, shamelessly exposing his ass. Grim had to stop everything and take a deep breath to admire the view without losing it. Misha even wiggled the stumps for his pleasure, and the blatant temptation was more than Grim could take .
“Fuck. You’re teasing me,” whimpered Grim, sliding first the round head and then the ridges of the toy against Misha’s tight, sensitive opening. Let him have a taste of his own medicine.
The muscles of Misha’s thighs tensed, and he let his head fall back with a moan. “The ridges … I’ve always liked ribbed dildos.”
“I remember. That’s why I got this one,” whispered Grim, thinking back to a porn clip in which Misha fucked himself on a purple ribbed dildo, which he earlier attached to the wall with its suction base. His hair had been all over the place as he pushed back rhythmically, accepting the uneven shaft into his tight body.
He popped the round head in, and the groan he got in return was music to his ears. Misha wiggled his ass impatiently. “Come on … fuck me …”
“Patience. I promised you nice and slow, didn’t I?” Grim laughed and pumped Misha’s cock with the lubed-up hand as he moved the toy in a circular movement, massaging Misha’s sphincter.
“I like it fast and rough,” Misha said in a raspy voice, spreading his thighs to look at Grim from between them. “I love watching you handle your cock.”
“But I want you to suffer,” teased Grim, slowly pushing the massager in, twisting his wrist for more titillation to Misha’s entrance. He twisted his thumb over the head of his own cock, shuddering when the pleasure pooled in his abdomen.
“Evil …” Misha whimpered when yet another ridge passed his sphincter, swallowed by slick, puckered flesh.
Grim pulled the toy back, angling it so it would push on the sphincter instead of sliding out. “I am. I kill. I maim, I bleed. And I keep my boyfriend from being fucked hard.”
Misha panted, and Grim groaned when he saw Misha pull his leg up and lick the underside of his stump. He’d seen it many times on video, but it was the first time Misha seemed comfortable enough to milk Grim’s fetish.
Grim stared at him, and his cock pulsated, ready to come all over those graceful legs. “Don’t stop,” he uttered, shocked by Misha’s flexibility in real life. “Fucking hell ...” He gave Misha what he wanted and pushed the toy in deeper, screwing it into the depths of Misha’s flesh and already angling it for the prostate.
Misha’s brows drew closer, and he moaned before suckling on the stump, obscenely spread out. It made Grim remember how soft the flesh was to the touch. How each scar felt different under the tongue. Misha’s ass tensed over the toy once all of it was inside with only the T-shaped handle left in Grim’s hand.
“Good? You want it harder?” asked Grim, making sure to apply almost too much pressure to Misha’s prostate.
“More …” Misha whined, his cheeks red and his brand new haircut in disarray. He pulled his other leg closer too and gave it a lick before rubbing his cheek against the narrower part of the stump.
Grim twisted the handle, experimenting with pressure as he slid his lubed-up hand over Misha’s cock and pumped it in the same rhythm. He was slow, languid, and the way Misha reacted with both impatience and hoarse moans of pleasure was already keeping him on edge.
“You’re killing me.” Misha let his head fall back, and he humped Grim’s fist like a dog in heat.
“Not yet. I need you to make me come, too,” whispered Grim, watching Misha’s cock fuck his fist, and just inches below, Misha’s hungry ass swallowing all the ribs with ease. It was funny how commanding Misha could be when he wanted something, but it was ultimately up to Grim to grant him his wish. Like at the stairs, where Misha could technically go up on his own on all fours yet left it to Grim to carry him. If Misha really wanted to, he could jerk himself off.
“You’re gonna come so hard.” Misha sped up the thrusts of his hips, and the toy disappeared and emerged at a rapid pace, which was only stressed by the volume of Misha’s desperate moans.
“You must repay me for this after all,” rasped Grim, twisting his hand when he noticed Misha getting too restless. It wasn’t time to come yet, and the possibility to stop Misha from ejaculating gave him a high from the power he now held over his lover.
“No! I can’t!” Misha gasped in frustration and put his stumps on Grim’s shoulders. His body was so open to Grim. Lips parted, cock throbbing, and his ass squeezing over the toy. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
“That’s up to me,” said Grim, turning to one of the stumps and licking its smooth skin. He pumped Misha harder while still holding his orgasm prisoner.
Misha huffed as a drop of precum slid down Grim’s fingers. “So unfair … Please?”
Grim watched his beautiful boy’s eyes glaze over before finally making the pressure milder and twisting his hand up and down Misha’s slick cock .
Misha closed his eyes when he came with a long groan, fucking Grim’s fist and shifting on the toy. Watching him spurt cum all over his chest was the best moneyshot Grim had ever seen. Misha was left a heaving mess, but even breathless, he still poked Grim’s cheek with his stump.
Grim moaned and let go of the toy, ducking between Misha’s thighs and scooping the fresh, warm cum with his tongue. He kissed the bitterness off Misha’s skin all the way to his chest, moaning quietly when the familiar taste made him shudder.
A small smile appeared on Misha’s lips, and he glanced at Grim with half-closed eyes. “Yes. Lick me up,” he whispered when his stumps touched Grim’s thighs from both sides.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” said Grim, nipping on Misha’s skin and twisting his body against the short calves. “I wanna lock you up in a golden cage and have you sing only for me, birdie ...”
“Don’t say that …” Misha ran his fingers over Grim’s shoulder. “I’m yours regardless.” And in the most arousing motion, the stumps slid over Grim’s thigh and into his lap, both nudging his rock-hard cock.
Grim closed his eyes, shivering at the touch. Only after several seconds, he glanced to where his cock was framed by Misha’s legs. His hand dove for the lube, and he frantically drizzled it all over his dick, hissing at the cool touch.
“My legs too,” Misha whispered, and it was the sweetest song he could ever sing.
Grim squirted some more of the gel on Misha’s stumps, hardly keeping himself from thrusting against the scarred skin. His mind was in a meltdown at this point. “You’re the hottest man ever ...”
“... and you’ll never let me go,” Misha finished for him and squeezed Grim’s cock between his slippery legs.
Grim couldn’t even answer, too overcome with excitement. He touched the soft skin underneath Misha’s knees and positioned the calves against his cock so that he could rub against them with more ease. With his brain in a frenzy, he didn’t care about anything but the stumps touching his dick, ready to take his cum while Misha watched on, handsome and relaxed as he generously offered Grim the honor of touching him.
“Go on, fuck them.” Misha moved his stumps back and forth around Grim’s cock, making Grim lose sense of time and place. He grabbed Misha’s calves and held them in place, delighting in the slick slide of the skin against his dick as he grinded against it with complete abandon. His heart was thumping in his ears, and his breath was shallow and quick. Misha gave him a lazy smile, lying there like a king, whom Grim would forever serve.
Grim dug his fingers into flesh as he came and watched the knees get covered in his pearly white cum, which drizzled lower, toward where Misha’s legs abruptly ended.
Misha licked his lips, his chest no longer heaving. “You are so hot. Every gay guy we meet will be jealous.” He lifted one of his stumps and a string of cum extended between its flesh and Grim’s cock.
Grim exhaled and rubbed his cum up Misha’s leg, not ready to accept anything but watching it melt into skin. “I hope so. Need to keep you interested.”
“Keep up the cardio, and you’re good.” Misha snorted, shifting his hips and only reminding Grim that the toy was still deep inside of his boy.
He reached for it and slid it out as gently as he could. For now, he just put it on the bedside table and pulled Misha into his arms, sleepy, sated, and immensely happy. “You’re only pretending to be low maintenance.”
“I’ll be very low maintenance once I get my prostheses.” Misha smiled and clung to Grim in a sticky hug. And despite both them knowing that there was danger lurking in their future, it was nice not to acknowledge any of it and just dream.
Grim smirked and kissed Misha’s rosy cheek. “No way. You’ll be frequenting your prosthetist a lot. It’s not a one-time thing. But that’s all right. I don’t mind helping you.”
“As long as you get your weekly stump fucking?” Misha shook his head and closed his eyes.
“You know me so well.” Grim rolled on top of Misha, trapping him with his weight and holding his head in place.
Misha looked up at him with those dreamy eyes as if Grim were the sun in the sky. “Like no one else.”
Grim exhaled, looking straight at Misha. He never felt this kind of intense longing, even with Coy. “So ... will you?”
A smile pulled at Misha’s mouth. “Will I what?”
Grim hid his face in Misha’s neck. “Marry me.”
There was a hand on his nape, petting him as if he was a kitten, and Misha wrapped his legs around Grim’s hips.
“I will.”
The yell of Grim’s cell phone ripped him out of his slumber. He sat up, frantically looking around the dark room. What time was it?
He reached for the phone and grabbed it without thinking. “Yes?” he muttered, trying not to be annoyed as he squeezed his eyes shut to release the muscles around them and feel less sand under his eyelids.
“I expect to see you in an hour. The coordinates are in the text message.” Zero’s modified voice pushed Grim out of sleep and right into a nightmare.
His eyes darted to Misha, who stirred underneath the covers next to him. His heart started thudding when he met his lover’s eyes in the dark.
“We will be there.”