five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

By the gods, did Grim know what he was doing! Chest rising and falling with every heavy breath, Artorias was a slave to the teasing torment his brother was laying upon him. He couldn't tell if Grimshaw was a master when it came to loving a man or if he was just taking his time to savor Artorias, but either way, it was driving the obsidian and azure wolf mad with lust! Every sound and breath that came from Grimshaw made his heart race and skip, pumping fire through his veins to where it was needed the most. Art bit at his lower lip to stifle another needy whine when Grim's paw gripped tighter to his hips and his teeth nipped at the delicate skin of his bared throat. Grim was now one of only two wolves that knew how to make Artorias release those keening moans when his throat was nipped like that. All of this, while so familiar, felt wholly new and unique with Grimshaw. Was it because this was his first time finding pleasures with a man? Or was it simply because of Grim's style as a lover? It was impossible for Art to tell right now—actually, it was impossible for him to do a lot of things while he lost himself in his brother—his lover for the evening.

Artorias took note of the way he made Grim pause and moan when he'd teased him with his movements, a sly grin creeping across his face as he peered down at the other brute. Oh, so he liked that, did he? Grim resumed kissing and nibbling his way down Art's chest only moments after, but before he could slip too far away, Art gave another slow roll of his hips up into Grim's just to please the man some more. He wanted to draw more of those moans from him, to make him quiver and tremble the way he was making him. Grim made his way leisurely down his body, seeming to cover every inch he descended in some form of loving, either with tender lips or gentle fangs. Artorias felt Grim slip down to position himself just behind his hips, almost perfectly aligning them up as he did so. The alpha's breath caught for a moment, wondering just what Grimshaw had in mind.

His unspoken question was swiftly answered when Grim suddenly peered up at him, and the sight of this handsome wolf with his lips brushing the skin just above his navel and molten silver eyes burning into him made parts of Artorias clench hard with need. Art held his brother's smoldering gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, practically begging Grim to continue. Fuck, he was good looking like that though...! So strong, so dominant, so in control of him... "Don't stop..." he whispered out between heavy breaths, squeezing Grim's sides with his thighs in a wordless plea. The blue paw atop his head ran his claws around the base of his brother's ears while his hips gave a little wiggle in those big, strong paws. Grim was winding the spring up inside him so tight, he nearly had the alpha squirming and whining in his grasp. His tail beat anxiously against the ground beneath their bodies, so eager to explore all of this newfound part of his sexuality with Grimshaw. If Art had his way, then before the night was over, they'd both have thoroughly familiarized themselves with one another's bodies.

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