five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

The surprise on Grimshaw's face when he reversed their positions had been delicious in its own right, but even that paled in comparison to the hot, drawn out moans Artorias managed to pull from his lover when he recoupled their bodies and resumed their impassioned mating. He saw the way Grim reacted to his claws running over his chest and grinned wider; finding his brother liked an edge of pain to his pleasure felt similar to striking gold. Without hesitation, Artorias pulled his paws from behind Grim's neck to scratch down over his shoulders and chest again, reaching just above his ribs before letting those sharp claws bite into his flesh, getting a better hold of the writhing body of his brother beneath him while he gave an exceptionally strong roll of his hips back into Grim's, making sure they never uncoupled at any point. Artorias let his hot, panting breaths wash over Grim's exposed throat while the other man tipped his head back, giving him unrestricted access to his most vital parts.

Artorias felt Grim's strong forelegs wrap around his back then, embracing him tight to the stud's body in such a way that it didn't inhibit Art's carnal movements, but did prevent him from pulling away. Then his brother's claws found the skin of his back and Art let out a hissing groan of euphoria as sweet agony blended with excruciating pleasure like a hit of a designer drug. Grim was rough with him, and he was loving it! Artorias had never experienced pain with pleasure before, but gods, could he get off on it! The coil within him wound almost painfully tight, his insides aching with desperate need and burning with molten fire. Between the rolls of his own hips and the bucks of Grim's up into him, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Those amber eyes glazed over with lust and ecstasy rolled back while a dreamy grin made itself at home on the alpha's face, totally lost and inebriated on the sexual pleasure he was overdosing on with Grimshaw.

Not one to be outdone, Artorias squeezed his thighs around Grim's midsection, holding his brother steady while he redoubled the efforts of his hips on Grim's. His claws digging into the dark brute's sides scratched back up to his chest, clawing hard enough to bring red welts to the surface wherever he touched his lover. With full access to Grimshaw's throat, Artorias pressed a firm kiss to the hollow of the man's neck, then ever so slowly drew a languid lick from Grim's collarbone up to where his neck and jaw met. Deadly fangs bared, Art caught the thin skin of Grim's throat with his teeth, nipping nearly hard enough to break the skin, but instead seeking out where his brother's pulse felt the strongest and laid a series of slow licks and firm, suckling kisses there, seeking to find any of Grim's hot spots like he had done before.

As their feral, frantic movements against one another grew shorter and harder, Artorias felt the tensing of Grimshaw's body beneath him. He knew his brother was getting close to that point of no return, and he wanted nothing more than to send him careening over. Blue paws returned to Grim's side, claws digging in just below his ribs while he clung to the squirming body of the other man, pushing and rolling his hips urgently into each of Grimshaw's bucks. He growled again, urging his lover to come undone, refusing to let up on his heated motions until he got what he wanted. As a final little nudge to Grim, Artorias gave one last firm kiss to his brother's throat above his carotid, and then he parted his jaws and grabbed the other man by the throat with another urging growl, applying just enough pressure for Grimshaw to feel his brother's fangs digging into his tender flesh and perhaps choke him some without causing any real damage. Now fully clutching to Grim in every conceivable way, Artorias threw himself into Grim, watching anxiously to see the moment his brother and lover reached his peak and came undone.

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