five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

With claws raking down his shoulders and chest, silver eyes rolled back deep into his skull as he groaned and pressed his chest hard into Artorias sharp claws. The welts would rise and blood would barely leak from the tiny tears in his flesh, stinging but only heightening his pleasure as Art would hold on to him tightly. His body shuddered with the roll of his brothers hips into his own and a wave of pleasure overtook him, though didn't allow him any relief just yet. Combined with the hot breath on his throat and his body practically begging for release, Grimshaw softly whined and squirmed underneath the man for more.

His claws found the back of his partner and he enjoyed watching the wave of pleasure wash over Artorias from below, feeling him writhe against his hips as they moved together. The sheer pleasure across his brothers face was almost enough to cause the man to flip them back over and finish the job right then and there, but Artorias beat him to the punch when he felt the mans strong thighs tighten around his waist. His efforts continued atop him and Grim struggled to hold on but focused on running his nails down Artorias back for as far as he could reach, allowing his paws to part and continue trailing his claws down either of the mans thighs and back up again, digging his nails a bit deeper each time. The welts the man was bringing to his chest brought soft moans as he pressed into the pain, his own claws reflecting this along his brothers back as his toes would curl with each wave of pleasure that brought him closer and closer to the edge with each and every passing second.

The attention his neck was getting wasn't ignored, his head tilted back and given his lover full access to every part of him from throat to groin to do with whatever he wanted. Nothing was off the table as far as Grim was concerned. Claws moved to his sides, digging in and piercing the skin just enough to still enjoy. He writhed under Artorias, his body moving in unison with his brothers but with extra movements in search of more pleasure. The urging growl was tempting, but not enough. He needed more. With the last kiss placed upon his tender throat, Grimshaw hardly expected his brothers sharp fangs to be the next rush of pleasure he felt, his eyes widening as the grip tightened just enough to enjoy still and finally rolling back into his skull a second time in the last few moments.

His claws found their way back to Artorias spine, raking upwards and curling into the mans shoulders as an immense wave of pleasure allowed his body to finally let go. Quivering underneath Artorias, he held on tightly to the man and nuzzled into his ear, sharp teeth gently teasing the leather as his hot breath whispered with a smirk "My turn." He wasn't done with Art yet, or rather, he wasn't going to let Art be done with him yet. He wanted to feel everything that Artorias just felt and more.

"Speech."