five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

All of Grimshaw's deeply pleasured reactions were like a beautiful serenade to the lust-drunk Artorias. He watched in revelry as his partner squirmed and thrashed beneath him with every motion he made, grinning proudly to himself when he felt Grim arch his back to press his chest harder into the alpha's claws. The desperate and needy whines that his partner sang for him amidst heavy breaths and heated moans sent a shiver running down the azure brute's back. He was like a junkie addicted to the pleasures of his partner, and Grim was no exception. In fact, Grim was setting a standard, a new type of delight he'd never indulged in before, but now that he had, he was hooked on sex with another brute—or perhaps it was just sex with Grimshaw. Maybe it wasn't just sex with another man, but sex with this particular man that made it so enjoyable. He had no way of knowing, of course, so Art just continued to savor and enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted.

Grim liked pain with his pleasure. That much Artorias had sussed out by now, especially when he felt Grim try to press his claws deeper into his skin until thin rivulets of blood began to seep from around his claws on his sides. Artorias delighted in the feel of his brother's claws sinking into his back the same way his did to the dark brute's chest and sides, eyelids fluttering as that dizzying sting of pain ran through every muscle on his back. There was no doubt they would both be sporting some memento marks from their impassioned fucking tonight, but Art didn't care. He'd wear them proudly like marks of triumph. Grim's claws ran down his back and over his thighs while he gripped to his brother's body, causing that tight spring inside his belly to nearly explode all at once. He bit his lip hard until he tasted blood, holding himself back from the edge as long as he could. By now, Artorias had fully lost control of himself, whining and moaning and grunting and growling for his brother to enjoy while he worked with all his efforts to push Grim over that final edge.

For several long, amazing moments the two wolves fucked one another with wild abandon. Grim writhed and bucked, trying to reach his end, and Art rolling his hips back into his, trying to coax him there. Artorias finally got what he desired the moment his sharp fangs found a hold around Grimshaw's tender throat. The moment he gripped him and squeezed, Art felt his brother's body go tense from snout to tail, felt the subtle quiver in his defined muscles, then felt Grim's claws rake their way up his back to grip into his shoulders in a desperate embrace as his lover came undone. Artorias slowly let go of Grimshaw's throat while his partner quivered beneath him, savoring each twitch of Grim's body that he felt all over, and breathed a slow, heated sigh of satisfaction across his brother's throat. He wanted to purr words of encouragement just to further rile Grim up, but he was still a bit too breathless himself to speak, settling instead to let the other man enjoy his climax of pleasure while he placed tender kisses and gentle nibbles along the dark brute's throat.

After Grim had some time to recover, Artorias felt the soft bristle of his brother's muzzle brush his ear, followed by extra sharp canine teeth rolling the delicate appendage between them, eliciting a breathy gasp from the man on top. Grimshaw's whispered words sent a spike of heat straight through Art's core, the spring that hadn't exploded within him but had loosened just a bit winding back up once more. His body shivered with anticipation, and drawing back slowly to sit upright straddling the other man, he grinned down at Grimshaw with a look of possessive and fiery love and desire. He relaxed his thighs around Grim's side and uncoupled their bodies with a grunt, then shifted with large blue paws pressed hard to Grim's chest, claws teasing his scratched up skin while he repositioned himself with his hips behind Grim's. Artorias held his brother's mercurial gaze for a long moment, savoring the expressions his partner wore in his post-orgasmic state—and then proceeded to slowly press his hips to Grim's, sinking himself within the other brute at the same slow rate his brother had done to him. Artorias' eyes immediately began to glaze over and flutter again as he panted and groaned while he joined their bodies together for a second time, yet in a wholly new way for both of them, his eyes on Grim's face to watch his every reaction and savor it. He wanted to remember this moment for the rest of his life.

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