five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before
02-13-2022, 10:53 PM
The world began to shift suddenly as soon as Artorias managed to land his grapple on Grim. His fangs found his brother's scruff and held him tight, forelegs wound tight around his neck while he pulled Grimshaw off his paws, sending both brutes toppling over in their drunken stupor to the ground. Art gave a muffled shout of surprise as the next thing he knew he was on his back on the ground with the weight of his muscular brother collapsing on top of him, forcing him to let go of his hold. All at once, all he could focus on was how he was pinned, Grim's scent in his nose with his muzzle buried in his scruff and his fur in his paws while he tried to scrabble to get out from under him. Grim was laughing and as Art squirmed beneath him, he couldn't help but laugh as well at how silly their spar had been. Neither wolf had managed more than one move before collapsing into a heap together in the gardens.
Grim rose and Art took in a deep breath as his lungs were freed once more, his vision swimming a bit from the alcohol and the sudden loss of equilibrium. When his eyes began to focus again, he saw Grimshaw standing perfectly over him, massive paws on either side of his head, keeping him held to the ground. Both wolves were breathing heavier, and Art could smell the wine hanging on his brother's breath while he declared his victory. Artorias looked up into Grim's silver eyes, a crooked grin on his face while citrine eyes gleamed with playfulness and he looked down over the way Grim had his stronger, bulkier body pinning him square to the grass. "Yeah you did," replied Art between heavy breaths, eyes making their way back up to Grim's face while he reached a paw up to press to the other brute's broad chest, paw pads flexing gingerly over the planes of his muscles. "Fuck, you got me good. Congrats, Grim." A mischievous spark in those fire-kissed eyes flared as he added, "You gonna let me up or are you gonna keep me held under you all night?"