five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

If he had it in him, he'd happily fuck Artorias well into the morning. If he could handle teasing him any further it would likely happen, but alas the man himself wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer if he didn't get the show on the road. He was struggling as it was already, each moan and sharp breath from the man bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Everywhere their skin made contact felt like electricity was running through him, forcing him to search for ways to make more. Friction felt the best, leaving a trail of tingling behind where the contact would fade. Having nothing else to compare this to, Grimshaw was simply having the time of his life allowing the carnal beast inside to take over, puberty apparently taking it's toll on him in more ways that one. Sexual frustration had built up until now and he hadn't even been aware of its presence, building up each night he laid with Malachai and wasn't offered a release he didn't know he needed. This was what he needed.

As his teeth snagged Artorias lip more than he had intended for it to, he pressed his lips to the mans to steal the lifeblood that beaded on the flesh. Pausing to lick his lips free of the metallic fluid with a smirk, he combined their lips again as their hips joined. His mind was drawn to the paw trailing its way up his neck, toes and claws feeling their way through his soft fur and causing his skin to crawl in a good way, a tingling shiver reaching down his back from the contact point. His kisses trailed off as his brother played with the back of his head, enjoying the light contact and soothing feel. As his lips moved towards his brothers delicate throat, he was offered access quickly and Grimshaw was quick to nip at and kiss the tender flesh, relishing in each and every sound he brought from the Aegis from not only his affections but the rolling of their hips as well. Grimshaw found it difficult to keep himself contained, but instead of quickening the pace as his body begged for he kept his speed slow and strong, his focus was mostly on the hot breaths in his ear. In a bit of a loss of control, Grim's hips bucked once slightly in response and almost sent him over the edge in that moment.

As he began to shift his weight between forelegs, Grimshaw was surprised to feel the powerful man beneath him grab him. Before he knew it he was on his back with the slightly smaller man settled teasingly close on his hips. Smirking, he looked up at the man as Artorias got lost but the moment passed too quickly for him to take advantage of his hesitation and take back control. His brother pressed his paws into his chest, claws pricking at his skin and he moaned, wishing to feel their sharpness more. He arched his chest into their pressure before Artorias recoupled them, a shuddering moan causing his eyes to widen at the pleasure. For someone that liked being in control, the feel of Artorias on top of him and holding him down was it's own turn on.

He kept his eyes locked with Artorias as best as he could, his eyes starting to roll with each movement his brother would make on top of him. When he finally let the claws tear across his chest gently, he arched back into his paws to get off on the pain with the pleasure. His own paws reached out to wrap around the man, his own claws raking down the mans neck and back though without enough force to cause great pain. Art then let him known with a warning growl that he was taking charge now and Grimshaw smirked. Art would have to hold him down a little better than that if he wanted complete control. As the claws snaked around his neck and tickled at his skin, he moaned deeply though it only deepened more when the felt the warmth of his brothers tongue running up the length of his throat from his chest. He would tip his head back to give Artorias complete access to the tender flesh along his throat, exhaling short, hot breaths and moans with each roll, and occasional buck, of their hips as he teetered close to the edge.

"Speech."