Free Incursion by Aleksandr Voinov Page B

Kyle dipped low to kiss him, everything changed now because he was on top. Suddenly Grimm seemed precious, as if he owned him, and one looked after one's things, right?
    "I'm not getting you."
    Grimm opened his legs and lifted his knees. "Easy enough. We'll fuck. We'll both enjoy it."
    Damn, what Kyle wouldn't have done to get fully hard—his body was trying, he wasn't quite flaccid—but the signals reaching his dick were too scattered. Push into Grimm, fuck him slow and sweet, or pound him into submission. No use.
    He was about to push away and curse Grimm for mocking him when Grimm closed his legs around him, locking him in, their groins pressed together, and Kyle fell down onto his elbows, felt Grimm's dick rub against his belly, the movements from Grimm's hips and belly undulating, demanding. And even though he could do little else but resist and push down on him with what control he had left, that look on Grimm's face was unspeakably sexy.
    Kyle could almost fool himself, believing he was inside him, giving that pleasure, or their dicks were rubbing together. He lowered himself further—and felt everything else. The sheen of sweat building up, how their skin color matched, this crazy, powerful embrace of two bodies from the same mold. If not for Kshar, they'd be perfectly matched. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined that was what this was. The arousal built up pressure in his body, but there was no way to release it.
    "That's good. Let go."
    Exasperated, Kyle chuckled. "Humping like dogs, that's the plan?"
    Suddenly, Grimm broke their embrace, turning Kyle over onto his belly.
    That's it, he's going to do it now.
    Maybe death was the only way to get rid of this charge in his body. Oddly, he wasn't afraid of it, no longer breathlessly awaiting the morph's endgame. This felt too good, and fighting it seemed pointless. It might be a good way to go.
    "You fool," Grimm said affectionately, and knelt between his legs. "I'd take the metal off, but you'd freak out, right?"
    "You'd be fucking dead meat."
    "Damn annoying, talkative meat."
    Kyle couldn't help laughing. He hated to admit it, but he liked Kshar. Grimm. Either. Both. Did it matter? Hardly. The man would kill him and take his place.
    Grimm laughed with him. "I'm attempting some sexual healing here. Try to be more into it."
    "Fat chance." Kyle looked over his shoulder, and Mother of Light , Grimm kneeling between his lifeless legs with that giant erection was both sexy and unsettling. "Uh. Fat chance," he repeated with a meaningful glance at the huge dick pointing at him. Maybe it was a good thing that he barely felt anything down there. But he was into it, as much as he could be.
    He closed his eyes and relaxed, aware that Grimm was doing something down there. Why not give him what he wanted?
    Then Grimm covered his body again, shoulders to knees. Kyle felt pressure. No pain. His nerves were too messed up for pain, so he felt it like an insistent push that didn't really concern him. No pleasure, either. Yet that full-body contact was nice, enveloping him in heat and strength where he could feel, and his skin was electric with the closeness of another man. Grimm's fingers slid between his and he squeezed while he worked his way into him. He'd take this part like a man, godsdamnit.
    When the pleasure hit, he almost jumped out of his skin. "What—"
    Grimm kissed his ear. "Yes." A push from Grimm's hips did that again. "Dead meat, eh, Kyle?"
    No. He was on fire. Full. Horny as fuck, and this felt absolutely amazing. He groaned, not sure if Grimm would understand what he meant. Do it again. This feels amazing. This feels .
    Grimm rubbed his face against Kyle's shoulder blades. "You gotta take me. Every inch. No other choice."
    "I don't want . . ." a choice . Fuck if that didn't set the remaining neurons in his body alight. Accepting because he couldn't change a thing. Because Grimm would make him take it, because Grimm had hacked his crippled, stupid body and found the one