five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

Artorias was reveling in all the sensations Grimshaw was flooding his senses with. The feeling of their bodies together, the larger brute holding him in his strong paws while he manipulated and teased him as he wished, it was overloading him in all the best ways. It was intense, it was passionate, it was heated and heavy. More than anything, it affirmed to Artorias the questions and doubtful feelings he'd had around his own sexuality. Grim had shown him a side of himself he'd been ignoring and gods, did he love it! The sounds his brother made, despite being pinned beneath him, brought Artorias a rush of lustful pride, enjoying the fact that he was the one causing Grim to react like that. Even being submissive to Grimshaw like this it had a feeling of power to it. Knowing that if he just shifted his hips just a little this way or pushed juuuust right against him, he could reduce the other man into a quivering, moaning heap. Already Artorias was silently wondering what other things he could do to Grim to get more of those sexy reactions from him.

Grim, it seemed, was also thinking the same, as the next conscious thing Art realized his brother was nipping at his lips while issuing a soft warning growl. Art blinked in surprise, seeing the urgent lust in Grim's mercurial gaze and knowing what he wanted. He wanted to hear Artorias cry out, demanding he not hold anything back. Artorias had been holding back, mostly because the two brutes were making out and grinding on one another out in the middle of the gardens. He hadn't wanted to wake anyone or attract undue attention towards themselves, especially since Grim hadn't seemed completely open about his own sexuality when they talked and he didn't want to accidentally oust his brother. But Grim didn't seem to care. He wanted Artorias unrestrained and raw, so he would get what he desired.

Artorias tipped his head back with an unabashed moan as Grim continued his way down his body, those soft lips and sharp teeth playing along his skin along his navel and slipping lower. Artorias' muscles clenched beneath Grimshaw's ministrations, toes curling as his brother neared the parts of him aching the most for attention. Art peered down the length of his body to hold his brother's smoldering argent eyes, losing himself in that gaze as he gasped for breath, watching almost hypnotized while the dark-furred brute moved beyond his waist, hovering around his inner thighs. This whole time, Grim hadn't said a single word, so Art reverted to using his sounds alone to respond, giving needy whines for his lover to move just an inch or two lower. Grim's muzzle was practically alongside his member, so close that Art could feel his hot breath washing over where his fur was thinnest and against heated flesh. Then, just as he came ever so close, Grim moved back up, pressing his tongue to Artorias' center and dragging it up his body from groin to the base of his ear where it ended with nips and nuzzles. Artorias' eyes fluttered while he groaned in frustration, trying to squirm his body against Grimshaw's more, but he was thoroughly restrained in the other dire's grasp.

There was a pause for a moment as Grimshaw seemed to consider something—but only for a moment, and then his brother was moving their bodies again. Artorias gave a shuddering gasp when he felt Grim position his hips to align with his larger brother's, panting lightly and heart racing when he realized what was coming next. But unlike his first time experiencing this—the time he'd been raped by their sociopathic brother—he didn't feel fear or shame. Instead, the blue-furred man only felt heat and excitement and desire and love. He wanted this. He wanted Grim. He wanted Grim bad. Feeling his brother's lips move from his ear down his jaw until their mouths connected once more, Artorias slowly slid his forelegs up around Grim's neck again, moaning gently against his lover's lips—and then groaning louder into their kiss when he felt Grim combine their bodies with a slow push of his hips. Artorias' eyes screwed shut, a blinding pleasure sending his mind reeling while he clung to Grim's muscular body, claws tugging at near-black fur, lustful moans muffled by Grim's lips and tongue while he quivered all over and tried to roll his hips up into the other man's, craving the feeling of him all over him and inside him while he gave all of himself to his brother. And with the joining of their bodies, Artorias had discovered a new sort of love for Grimshaw.

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