five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

Even in the dreams with Malachai, it wasn't like this. Fleeting images of the ashen boy standing over him would enter his dreams, though they were as quick to leave. It left the man confused and feeling strange in the morning, something he couldn't quell or understand. With a very real Artorias beneath him, he was beginning to understand that feeling and what he needed to do to satiate it. His drunken state was being replaced by his brother's intoxicating taste, a mixture of the wine they'd been drinking and what he could only describe as his natural taste. Grimshaw couldn't get enough of it, if he was being honest.

Every writhe and squirm beneath him sent a pulse of desire through him and he would continue doing anything to keep it up. Teasing the man was inadvertently teasing himself, but he enjoyed the game. His body relaxing beneath him was only momentary, a break he wouldn't be allowed for long until he pressed their bellies together. With their bodies touching in all of the right places, Grim moaned in tune with the alpha as his eyes opened in surprise pleasure, his grip tightening on his hip only briefly during the immense pleasure he felt at their initial contact. He loosened his grip quickly after, though kept it firm in case he got any ideas. The grip in his scruff tightened and he moaned again, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh underneath Artorias chin and near his throat as his silver eyes searched his face for reaction. When his brother moaned his name, a purr rumbled in his chest.

The tightness around his neck shifted to his head and ears allowing him the freedom to change his position. As Artorias shifted his hips up and into Grims on his own however, Grim paused the attention he was giving his throat to moan and nuzzle into him in the wave of pleasure as he was rendered otherwise useless in that moment. His nipping and kissing would continue a moment after the wave passed, traveling down his chest as his body shifted backwards as well, positioning himself just behind Artorias' hips. As his brothers rear limb would hook around and onto his back bringing them closer, Grim's gaze shifted upwards to find Artorias' as his lips and hot breath moved slowly closer towards his naval.

"Speech."