five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

Grimshaw had to admit that he liked torturing his brother in this way, watching and feeling him writhe beneath him with every trace of his claw or brush of his lips. The motions of their hips was enough to send either man into a moaning fit, incapacitating them briefly. Never before had Grim felt such pleasure, his body under its own control fueled by his lust and desire to satiate his and his brothers needs. He didn't like how quiet he was being though, holding back his needy whines by biting his own lip. Grim would let out a soft warning growl, moving to nip at his lips before traveling back down.

Before he could shift completely, another wave of pleasure washed over him as Artorias managed to crash their hips together once more. Grim let out a guttural moan before he could continue trailing his kisses and nips downwards and shifting his body to a better position. Hearing the catch in his breath caused him to smirk, his pleading words begging him to continue only driving him further. He playfully nipped at the flesh along his navel and traveled as low as he could reach to his inner thighs, retaining the eye contact he sought for. He'd tease for only a moment longer before trailing his tongue up the center of his body from the lowest point, ending in the base of Artorias ear where he would nuzzle and nip gently. He contemplated flipping them in that moment, allowing the man to have his way with him for a time, but the carnal need he felt in that moment wouldn't allow him to.

Artorias hips wiggled in his grasp, begging for more and Grim was happy to oblige. Holding the mans hips still, he allowed his lips to trace from the base of the mans ear and along his jawline until meeting his lips as he finally combined their bodies with a shuddering moan.

"Speech."