five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

Artorias and Grimshaw were revealing themselves to one another to be the same sort of passionate creatures, wild animals ablaze with a lust and hunger only the other could satisfy. They burned together, beings of fire that immolated one another with their heated sounds, movements, touches. It couldn't be said enough just how alive Artorias felt giving himself wholly up to his brother like this! Like a long dormant side of himself was finally awake and was starving for the attention Grimshaw was lavishing him with. Nothing else mattered to the alpha. Not the fact that they were fully exposed out in the gardens, not the thought of the dozens of sleeping wolves in the rooms around them, not a care given to the amount of noise they were making. Only Grim. Grim was his entire focus, his singularity, his god of passion and sex. After tonight, it was likely Art would never see Grim in the same light again—more than his sibling, but as a wild and vigorous lover that had thoroughly rocked his world and transformed him forever.

Together their bodies writhed and thrashed about on the soft grass, Artorias' hind paws kicking and clawing up clumps of dirt and grass as he sought better leverage for which to press his hips into Grimshaw's. He never permitted their bodies to separate more than was needed to bring them crashing back together again, wanting to feel all of Grim as much as his partner wanted every part of him. Grim arched his back to press their chests together, rubbing as much of them together as he could. Once more, Artorias felt Grim against his belly, sending a rush of heat through his core and tightening that coil within him until he was fit to burst. Even beneath him, Grim threw himself back into Art's wildly bucking hips, slamming him into the ground with all the force he could muster. His lover was demanding more from him with his body language, and Artorias was oh so happy to oblige!

While Grim kept his digits woven in Art's thick fur, keeping them held with their bodies pressed flush together, Artorias released Grimshaw's thigh from his claws and looped his foreleg all the way around beneath his brother's body. He groped at the other man's rump, finding a secure hold and digging his claws into his supple flesh, now able to more easily lift and angle Grim's hips up to receive his every thrust. His other paw continued its work, using a careful yet constant pressure in every squeeze of his paw pads against heated and hardened flesh, working over all of Grim and really committing his lover's anatomy to memory as he teased and pleased every part of him. Art hadn't realized Grim had pulled his paw away from himself until he felt his brother's claws dig into the back of his thigh, coaxing a guttural groan of pain and delight from the alpha as those same sharp nails ran up over his back, further marking him with Grimshaw's lust. He adored the way the other man treated him; rough, passionate, aggressive and yet still so loving and possessive. He'd never been handled the way Grim handled him, and it made the azure brute so incredibly hot.

Their muzzles connected, Artorias eagerly entwined his tongue with Grimshaw's, his moans, grunts, and groans coaxed freely from him by his partner. Artorias was not new to sex by any means, but this sort of sex was new, and he found himself rapidly losing control as he rode wave after wave of intense pleasure closer to the inevitable edge. Needy whines arose amidst his breathy moans and lustful snarls, communicating to Grim how close he was without any words, the movements of his body growing erratic as he threw everything he had into bringing Grimshaw along with him off that edge for a second time tonight. His paw worked with fervor over his brother, dancing that delicate edge with him, only moments away from crashing into pure euphoric bliss with his lover.

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