five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

As he positioned himself over Artorias, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over him. He was vulnerable and at the mercy of his heavier brother this way, a leverage that Grim wasn't exactly used to having and perhaps even liked a bit in this moment. His smirk lingered as his eyes trailed their way up the arm that pressed a paw into his chest, offering adverse pressure to keep distance between them. It grounded him as he felt the claws pressing into his flesh, enough that he was aware but not even pricking his skin. He allowed his weight to settle with the pressure of Art's paw, refusing to budge just yet.

His mercurial eyes, burning with a flame unseen before, eventually found their way back to Art's face. Smirk still intact, he braced himself despite his wobbly legs and drunken state. "Make me." He almost purred, his voice deep and dark, challenging his brother to make him move.

"Speech."