five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

The ways Grimshaw was looking at him was not unfamiliar to the obsidian and azure-furred brute. Nor was the hot coil tightening inside his his belly while he gazed up at the heated look he saw Grim staring down at him with. Those argent eyes looked almost predatory in his brother's face, like Grim could devour him at a moment's notice. It sent a delighted thrill running down Artorias' spine. What he wasn't used to were these familiar feelings being directed toward another brute. It unnerved him more than a bit, but perhaps he was emboldened by the wine clouding his higher thinking and Grim's confession of his own sexuality. Artorias had been harboring his clandestine feelings for some time, since he'd met with Chimera all those seasons ago, keeping them hidden away and out of mind. When he was sober, it was easy enough to ignore or pretend they weren't on his mind. But here, drunk and pinned beneath Grimshaw's impressive body that surrounded him in ways that made him quiver, there was no ignoring it.

Grim pressed his weight down firmer into his paw, and Artorias locked his own smoldering gaze with his brother's, fiery eyes flaring to life with roguish competitiveness. Grimshaw challenged him, his husky voice practically purring and inviting him to make a move. Never one to back down, Artorias gave in and did as Grim dared him to. He slowly slid his blue paw up over Grim's chest, letting those sharp claws tease and comb through his fur and run ever so slowly up the side of the other brute's neck until he'd caught his brother's chin in his grasp. "What if I don't want to?" This time, Artorias did purr his words in rumbling baritones while he guided Grim's muzzle down to his own and placed a teasing lick to the end of his snout, just over his lower lip. Then, before Artorias could change his mind, he took the plunge and lifted his head to connect his lips to Grimshaw's, kissing him slowly at first while he tested the waters, experimenting with just a gentle brush and then soft pressure until their muzzles had fully met.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"