This, all of this, was new to Grimshaw. His body and his mind were acting on drunken carnal desire, instinct doing most of the behind the scenes work. He wasn't completely ignorant, he knew where babies came from, but most of the information was lost on the man. Having missed the talk of the bird and the bees as a child hadn't really hindered him until now, but the alcohol certainly eased things and allowed him to press further than what one might expect for an otherwise quiet man with absolutely no experience.

The groan that Artorias let out sent a shiver down his spine as the mans arms snaked up and around his neck. His brothers tongue slid into his mouth and he could taste the wine mixed with his natural flavor, moaning at the new sensation and feeling the claws grasping at his scruff. His own claws traced down his chest and slowly then towards his naval, the touch turning to a single claw lessening the pressure to feel more like a tickle. The teasing wouldn't last long however as he quickly moved his paw away, reaching for Artorias' hips and pulling them towards him as his own lower belly sought contact with the other man's. He groaned at the feeling, pressing into it as his claws gripped onto his brothers hip and changed the pace of their kiss to playfully nip at his lower lip before trailing his lips down his jaw and towards his neck. As he moved he would lower onto his elbow, gently placing some of his weight onto Artorias as he teased the skin along his throat with his teeth and pressing their lower bellies together.

"Speech."

Artorias wasn't aware of his brother's own inexperience with anything sexual, nor would he have guessed it given how Grimshaw was handling him currently. All guided by instinct, the two men experimented with different touches, feeling, teasing, pleasing, and tasting one another. In the heady haze of lust and desire, every sense felt heightened. He could taste the distinct flavor of Grimshaw on his tongue, accented by the taste of the wine they'd shared but never overpowered by it. He tasted primal and clean and so very male. When Grim moaned into his mouth, Art couldn't resist giving a breathy moan and whine of need in reply. His body arched under Grim's teasing touch, his brother's paw leaving electric tingles dancing across his skin wherever he touched, roaming down his chest and over his flat stomach, taut muscles flexing under the tickling touch of his single claw around his navel. Artorias hadn't realized his toes had begun curling until Grim's paw pulled away and his tensed body all of a sudden went limp, exhaling heavily through his nose, as his mouth was still a bit occupied.

No sooner had the teasing ceased and his body relaxed though, Artorias felt Grim's powerful paws grab his hips and pull him up into his body, coaxing moans from the alpha as their lower bellies pressed together without a gap of space between them. The heat of Grimshaw's body pulled flush to his ignited that fire inside of him, and Art became aware of some very sensitive parts of himself pressing against Grim, and likewise felt parts of Grim he'd never thought about before being pressed to him. His face flushed hot, his paws gripping tighter to the dark brute's fur as a new rush of pleasure coursed through him from the intimate contact. Sharp teeth caught his lower lip as the wolves' muzzles parted, leaving Artorias gasping for breath and breathing heavier. Amber eyes slowly flickered open, half-lidded and heavy with carnal desire while he gazed up at Grimshaw above him, a wanton and excited grin playing on his face.

Grim was definitely proving himself as the dominant one in their exploring and fooling around as the slightly larger brute moved to trail his lips down his neck. Art released a shaky breath and tipped his head back, giving Grimshaw unrestricted access to any part of him he desired while he worked his way down with kisses and nips to heated skin. "Grim..." moaned Artorias, his voice heavy beneath hot breaths while his brother gradually worked his way down him, keeping their lower bellies pressed together with soft belly fur rubbing sensitive flesh in all the right ways. Gods, he didn't want Grim to stop! He showed it by reluctantly letting go of the brute's neck and chest, freeing him to move while his paws up to stroke and scratch around Grimshaw's head and ears, encouraging him on while Art pressed his hips up into Grim's with slow rolling motions, a hind leg slipping up to try and hook around Grim's waist. For now, he was entirely at Grimshaw's mercy.

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

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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Even in the dreams with Malachai, it wasn't like this. Fleeting images of the ashen boy standing over him would enter his dreams, though they were as quick to leave. It left the man confused and feeling strange in the morning, something he couldn't quell or understand. With a very real Artorias beneath him, he was beginning to understand that feeling and what he needed to do to satiate it. His drunken state was being replaced by his brother's intoxicating taste, a mixture of the wine they'd been drinking and what he could only describe as his natural taste. Grimshaw couldn't get enough of it, if he was being honest.

Every writhe and squirm beneath him sent a pulse of desire through him and he would continue doing anything to keep it up. Teasing the man was inadvertently teasing himself, but he enjoyed the game. His body relaxing beneath him was only momentary, a break he wouldn't be allowed for long until he pressed their bellies together. With their bodies touching in all of the right places, Grim moaned in tune with the alpha as his eyes opened in surprise pleasure, his grip tightening on his hip only briefly during the immense pleasure he felt at their initial contact. He loosened his grip quickly after, though kept it firm in case he got any ideas. The grip in his scruff tightened and he moaned again, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh underneath Artorias chin and near his throat as his silver eyes searched his face for reaction. When his brother moaned his name, a purr rumbled in his chest.

The tightness around his neck shifted to his head and ears allowing him the freedom to change his position. As Artorias shifted his hips up and into Grims on his own however, Grim paused the attention he was giving his throat to moan and nuzzle into him in the wave of pleasure as he was rendered otherwise useless in that moment. His nipping and kissing would continue a moment after the wave passed, traveling down his chest as his body shifted backwards as well, positioning himself just behind Artorias' hips. As his brothers rear limb would hook around and onto his back bringing them closer, Grim's gaze shifted upwards to find Artorias' as his lips and hot breath moved slowly closer towards his naval.

"Speech."

By the gods, did Grim know what he was doing! Chest rising and falling with every heavy breath, Artorias was a slave to the teasing torment his brother was laying upon him. He couldn't tell if Grimshaw was a master when it came to loving a man or if he was just taking his time to savor Artorias, but either way, it was driving the obsidian and azure wolf mad with lust! Every sound and breath that came from Grimshaw made his heart race and skip, pumping fire through his veins to where it was needed the most. Art bit at his lower lip to stifle another needy whine when Grim's paw gripped tighter to his hips and his teeth nipped at the delicate skin of his bared throat. Grim was now one of only two wolves that knew how to make Artorias release those keening moans when his throat was nipped like that. All of this, while so familiar, felt wholly new and unique with Grimshaw. Was it because this was his first time finding pleasures with a man? Or was it simply because of Grim's style as a lover? It was impossible for Art to tell right now—actually, it was impossible for him to do a lot of things while he lost himself in his brother—his lover for the evening.

Artorias took note of the way he made Grim pause and moan when he'd teased him with his movements, a sly grin creeping across his face as he peered down at the other brute. Oh, so he liked that, did he? Grim resumed kissing and nibbling his way down Art's chest only moments after, but before he could slip too far away, Art gave another slow roll of his hips up into Grim's just to please the man some more. He wanted to draw more of those moans from him, to make him quiver and tremble the way he was making him. Grim made his way leisurely down his body, seeming to cover every inch he descended in some form of loving, either with tender lips or gentle fangs. Artorias felt Grim slip down to position himself just behind his hips, almost perfectly aligning them up as he did so. The alpha's breath caught for a moment, wondering just what Grimshaw had in mind.

His unspoken question was swiftly answered when Grim suddenly peered up at him, and the sight of this handsome wolf with his lips brushing the skin just above his navel and molten silver eyes burning into him made parts of Artorias clench hard with need. Art held his brother's smoldering gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, practically begging Grim to continue. Fuck, he was good looking like that though...! So strong, so dominant, so in control of him... "Don't stop..." he whispered out between heavy breaths, squeezing Grim's sides with his thighs in a wordless plea. The blue paw atop his head ran his claws around the base of his brother's ears while his hips gave a little wiggle in those big, strong paws. Grim was winding the spring up inside him so tight, he nearly had the alpha squirming and whining in his grasp. His tail beat anxiously against the ground beneath their bodies, so eager to explore all of this newfound part of his sexuality with Grimshaw. If Art had his way, then before the night was over, they'd both have thoroughly familiarized themselves with one another's bodies.

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

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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Grimshaw had to admit that he liked torturing his brother in this way, watching and feeling him writhe beneath him with every trace of his claw or brush of his lips. The motions of their hips was enough to send either man into a moaning fit, incapacitating them briefly. Never before had Grim felt such pleasure, his body under its own control fueled by his lust and desire to satiate his and his brothers needs. He didn't like how quiet he was being though, holding back his needy whines by biting his own lip. Grim would let out a soft warning growl, moving to nip at his lips before traveling back down.

Before he could shift completely, another wave of pleasure washed over him as Artorias managed to crash their hips together once more. Grim let out a guttural moan before he could continue trailing his kisses and nips downwards and shifting his body to a better position. Hearing the catch in his breath caused him to smirk, his pleading words begging him to continue only driving him further. He playfully nipped at the flesh along his navel and traveled as low as he could reach to his inner thighs, retaining the eye contact he sought for. He'd tease for only a moment longer before trailing his tongue up the center of his body from the lowest point, ending in the base of Artorias ear where he would nuzzle and nip gently. He contemplated flipping them in that moment, allowing the man to have his way with him for a time, but the carnal need he felt in that moment wouldn't allow him to.

Artorias hips wiggled in his grasp, begging for more and Grim was happy to oblige. Holding the mans hips still, he allowed his lips to trace from the base of the mans ear and along his jawline until meeting his lips as he finally combined their bodies with a shuddering moan.

"Speech."

Artorias was reveling in all the sensations Grimshaw was flooding his senses with. The feeling of their bodies together, the larger brute holding him in his strong paws while he manipulated and teased him as he wished, it was overloading him in all the best ways. It was intense, it was passionate, it was heated and heavy. More than anything, it affirmed to Artorias the questions and doubtful feelings he'd had around his own sexuality. Grim had shown him a side of himself he'd been ignoring and gods, did he love it! The sounds his brother made, despite being pinned beneath him, brought Artorias a rush of lustful pride, enjoying the fact that he was the one causing Grim to react like that. Even being submissive to Grimshaw like this it had a feeling of power to it. Knowing that if he just shifted his hips just a little this way or pushed juuuust right against him, he could reduce the other man into a quivering, moaning heap. Already Artorias was silently wondering what other things he could do to Grim to get more of those sexy reactions from him.

Grim, it seemed, was also thinking the same, as the next conscious thing Art realized his brother was nipping at his lips while issuing a soft warning growl. Art blinked in surprise, seeing the urgent lust in Grim's mercurial gaze and knowing what he wanted. He wanted to hear Artorias cry out, demanding he not hold anything back. Artorias had been holding back, mostly because the two brutes were making out and grinding on one another out in the middle of the gardens. He hadn't wanted to wake anyone or attract undue attention towards themselves, especially since Grim hadn't seemed completely open about his own sexuality when they talked and he didn't want to accidentally oust his brother. But Grim didn't seem to care. He wanted Artorias unrestrained and raw, so he would get what he desired.

Artorias tipped his head back with an unabashed moan as Grim continued his way down his body, those soft lips and sharp teeth playing along his skin along his navel and slipping lower. Artorias' muscles clenched beneath Grimshaw's ministrations, toes curling as his brother neared the parts of him aching the most for attention. Art peered down the length of his body to hold his brother's smoldering argent eyes, losing himself in that gaze as he gasped for breath, watching almost hypnotized while the dark-furred brute moved beyond his waist, hovering around his inner thighs. This whole time, Grim hadn't said a single word, so Art reverted to using his sounds alone to respond, giving needy whines for his lover to move just an inch or two lower. Grim's muzzle was practically alongside his member, so close that Art could feel his hot breath washing over where his fur was thinnest and against heated flesh. Then, just as he came ever so close, Grim moved back up, pressing his tongue to Artorias' center and dragging it up his body from groin to the base of his ear where it ended with nips and nuzzles. Artorias' eyes fluttered while he groaned in frustration, trying to squirm his body against Grimshaw's more, but he was thoroughly restrained in the other dire's grasp.

There was a pause for a moment as Grimshaw seemed to consider something—but only for a moment, and then his brother was moving their bodies again. Artorias gave a shuddering gasp when he felt Grim position his hips to align with his larger brother's, panting lightly and heart racing when he realized what was coming next. But unlike his first time experiencing this—the time he'd been raped by their sociopathic brother—he didn't feel fear or shame. Instead, the blue-furred man only felt heat and excitement and desire and love. He wanted this. He wanted Grim. He wanted Grim bad. Feeling his brother's lips move from his ear down his jaw until their mouths connected once more, Artorias slowly slid his forelegs up around Grim's neck again, moaning gently against his lover's lips—and then groaning louder into their kiss when he felt Grim combine their bodies with a slow push of his hips. Artorias' eyes screwed shut, a blinding pleasure sending his mind reeling while he clung to Grim's muscular body, claws tugging at near-black fur, lustful moans muffled by Grim's lips and tongue while he quivered all over and tried to roll his hips up into the other man's, craving the feeling of him all over him and inside him while he gave all of himself to his brother. And with the joining of their bodies, Artorias had discovered a new sort of love for Grimshaw.

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

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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Without the aid of the alcohol, Grimshaw would never have been so open with his brother and certainly wouldn't have acted on any thoughts he may have had. Before his trip to the Hallows, he wasn't even sure what was going on with him. In just the few short days he's been here, he's grown almost as much as he's grown physically in the Armada. Becoming aware of his sexuality, accepting it, and embracing it all within those days was a feat all in it's own, but even acting on it was another surprise. Whether he would be having second thoughts in the morning wasn't concerning to him now, his mind was too inebriated on the wine and Artorias's moans and whines to focus on anything else besides the ache that grew in his groin with each and every moment he teased him. Even thoughts of Malachai weren't clouding his views, he was very aware of who he held beneath him.

If it wasn't so painful to him, he could tease Artorias well into the morning. He was too drunk to care about the thoughts of others, who might see them. Let them see, he didn't care. If not allowing the Aegis to hold back his sounds of pleasure woke anyone in the castle, he'd likely not notice should they want to enjoy a show. His focus was on Artorias, not the world around him. With their eyes locked as his teasing tongue traced it's way upwards and across every bit of sensitive flesh it could find, Grimshaw smirked and added a few playful nips to get the most out of the pleading noises that only egged him on further.

As he made their bodies one, Grimshaw moaned deeply into the kiss, pausing as the blinding wave of pleasure overtook him. He slowly pressed their hips together and savored the feeling as his sharp teeth caught his brothers lower lip gently and pulled it with him for a moment as he moved to kiss the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, and trail them down into his neck. If he remembered correctly, there was a spot near his throat that previously offered the best noises and he searched for it with gentle nips and kisses as he shifted their hips slowly, easing both of them into this. As it was his first time experience all of this, it was almost too much for the man. Each subtle move would cause a shiver to wave through his body and his breath would hitch.

The paw that held onto his hip loosened it's grip and pressed firmly into the mans chest, claws digging slightly as they wove through the fur and traveled to the other side of his neck, embracing him as he pinched and pulled gently with his teeth at the tender flesh around the mans throat. His hips would draw back and roll into the man slowly, another shuddering moan releasing hot breath onto the mans neck. The single arm holding him up quivered under his weight and pleasure, forcing him to switch sides and support his weight with his other them, resuming the teasing on the other side with the tired arm tracing his claws gently over the mans chest as his hips rolled into his brothers once more.

"Speech."

It was such a delicious rush of taboo when Artorias' drunk mind perceived where he was in a brief moment of clarity. Pinned beneath his muscular brother, wrapped up in his paws, with Grimshaw's lips on his and their bodies joined at the hips, out in the gardens where anyone could see... It thrilled and excited the usually composed Aegis. Perhaps he was going through a bit of a rebellious phase, or a far kinkier part of himself was being unlocked, but the idea of him, an alpha, being pinned down and fucked like this out in the open set his body ablaze. Briefly he wondered if this was how Briar felt when he was dominating her, this feeling of being totally within his lover's control and at the mercy of the pleasure he was drowning him with. It was intoxicating, just like Grim was. He felt his brother's moan into their kiss when he began to move their bodies, his tongue sparring with the other man's between their mouths while he moaned and whined his pleasure for Grim to hear. His paws scrabbled over the dire brute's neck, combing his claws through the thick fur there desperately seeking purchase to hold onto him while Grimshaw rocked his body back and forth.

It was such a heady and intense experience for Artorias, and the brute found his fiery eyes rolling back in his head when Grim slowly pressed their hips together and eased them into their first coupling together. Art felt Grim pull back from their kiss, then felt the man's sharp teeth catch his lower lip, tugging on it in an erotic way and giving it a small slice, just a quick flicker of pain amongst the pleasure that made Artorias give a gasping groan. He wasn't delicate by any means and quite enjoyed the way Grimshaw was just doing whatever he felt like doing to him. A blue paw slid its way up the back of Grim's neck to caress the back of his head while his brother kissed the corner of his lips, then to his cheek, then jaw, and further down until he was at his neck again. Once more, Art found his head tipping back on reflex to Grimshaw, giving him full access to his vulnerable throat in a complete show of trust. Grim's lips searched around for a bit—and then they pressed to a sensitive spot right over his carotid where his thrumming pulse was the strongest. Art's reactions were immediate; paws gripped Grim's head and neck, and breathy gasps and groans fell freely from the alpha's panting mouth. In his heightened state of desire, everything Grim did felt intensified a thousandfold, those teeth against the hot spot on his throat included, causing him to squirm and wiggle his hips more eagerly against his lover's.

Grim's paw released his hips and Art felt it press to his chest with sharp claws gripping at his skin, sending tingles erupting across his chest. His body quivered and tensed while he gave a growl of delight under his breath, bringing his own muzzle to one of Grim's ears to tease while he teased the Aegis' throat. Careful nips of sharp teeth and a slow lick of his tongue over the edge of the soft appendage were applied in time to his brother's actions, every kiss and nip from Grim met with a lick and nip from Artorias. The paw on his chest moved, snaking up to wrap around his neck in a passionate embrace while he found a rhythm with his rolling hips, and once more Artorias' eyes disappeared to the back of his skull while he serenaded Grim with lecherous moans for his actions. His panting breath was hot and short against Grim's ear, letting him hear every little sound he drew from him with his muzzle against his throat and his hips' movements.

Artorias noticed when Grimshaw stopped, pausing long enough to shift his weight from one foreleg to the other before continuing. Except the alpha didn't give him that opportunity. With a sly grin, Art wrapped his hind legs around Grim's waist and grabbed the other man around his chest, then threw his weight to the side when Grim switched forelegs, toppling him and rolling them so he was now on top of his brother. Artorias sat up then, grinning down at Grimshaw while he straddled his waist. He took only a moment of gazing at Grim, illuminated by the silvery moonlight that lit up his argent eyes, before taking control. Both paws pressed firmly to Grim's chest, his claws seeking purchase in his skin to keep him held down while Artorias pressed his hips back into Grim's until he'd rejoined them together with a sharp gasp and shuddering moan from the alpha. Smoldering amber eyes stayed locked on Grim's face, watching his every reaction and expression while Art began his own slow roll of his hips on top of the other man, flexing his toes on his forepaws to scratch his claws across Grim's chest while Artorias found a rhythm.

Not one to be outdone, Artorias gave a lustful growl down at Grimshaw amidst his breathy cries of passion, showing that even though he was pleasing Grim, he had taken charge now. As a further assertion, Artorias slowly slid his body down to rest across Grim's, his claws raking leisurely up until they were wound around his brother's neck once more, except this time, Art placed a long, languid lick up from the other brute's chest to the hollow of his throat. Then he growled against the tender skin there, pressing his lips in firm kisses along the side of Grim's throat, following his pulse with heated kisses and nips of his fangs in time with every roll and push of his hips.

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

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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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."

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"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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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."

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"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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The final release of pleasure washed over him and left his body electric and buzzing for more, the alcohol making his hunger insatiable. He wanted to feel everything he had just done to Artorias, everything and more, whatever he wanted to do. Grimshaw wasn't holding back tonight, allowing his brother to do with his body what he wanted in exchange for the same in return. If Artorias thought they'd be done after this, the man had another thing coming. A small break, sure, but Grim had other plans for the man tonight. Sleep certainly wasn't going to be on either of their schedules, he wouldn't allow it.

As Artorias began to shift his hips, Grimshaw moaned loudly at the almost over-stimulating wash of pleasure as they uncoupled and claws raked over his already scratched chest. Almost losing himself again, Grimshaw whined as he wriggled and sought more contact from the man only to be greeted with a wash of pain and pleasure simultaneously. His body naturally tensed but he forced himself to relax as he took a deep breath and pressed back into Art's hips with a deep moan. A single paw reached up to feel for Artorias chest, gripping the soft fur tightly as he pulled the man down sharply for a kiss, his other paw trailing down his own chest and belly towards his groin.

"Speech."

When Artorias had joined his brother in the gardens for a drink, he never would have guessed where their escapades would have led the two brutes to tonight. He had bonded with Grimshaw in a way that was wholly unique and unexpected, discovered a new part of himself and was reveling in the ecstasies of their bodies. He didn't know what the future would look like for the two men, but the alpha wasn't thinking about that right now. He was too lost in the pleasure of having Grim wrapped around him in all ways, clinging to him, holding him, surrounding him. Tomorrow would be a matter for future Artorias. Present Artorias was far too happy feeding his hunger and unabashed desires with his brother. Even now, as their bodies rejoined for a second coupling, Art knew it wouldn't be enough. Grimshaw was addictive, intoxicating, like one of the finest wines or most potent drugs. He didn't say it aloud in this moment, but Artorias found himself envious of Grimshaw's crush. Malachai was a damn lucky wolf!

Once their hips met and their bodies fully connected, Artorias let out a content sigh as colors exploded before his vision every time his brother tensed or flexed, swirling around in the haze of lust and pleasure. The wide, pleased grin on the azure wolf's face hid nothing from his partner as to what he was feeling, though there was little doubt Grim would understand. He'd just had Artorias, after all, in a way no other wolf ever had. That privilege would forever belong to Grimshaw. Art moaned deeply while he savored these sensations, somehow familiar and yet entirely new at the same time. It was indescribable! Large blue paws clawed almost frantically at Grim's hips, seeking to find purchase and a stable grip on his lover while he settled into a rhythm of drawing his hips back and rolling them slow and hard back into the other man's. Grim's movements in time with him brought constant waves crashing over him, all intensified thanks to the effects of the alcohol, his moans and grunts and growls blending with Grim's each time he coaxed them from his brother.

Suddenly Art felt one of Grim's strong paws press to his chest, catching the Aegis' attention for a brief moment before he felt his brother pulling him down until their muzzles crashed together, and once more he tasted Grimshaw's tongue within his mouth. Artorias moaned deeply, slipping his tongue into Grim's maw in return while amber eyes rolled back and slid closed, enjoying and savoring the uniquely male flavor of his partner. With one paw still gripping Grim by his hip and claws sinking into his thigh, Art slowly slid his other paw up over the inside of Grim's thigh and following the ripples of muscle until he met his brother's paw over the other man's groin, wanting to give his lover as much pleasure as he could while he enjoyed his own with Grimshaw's perfect body. His rolling hips began to move quicker, taking exploratory strokes and squeezes of paw pads over his lover's most sensitive parts, testing to see what he liked the best and what got the best noises out of him while he started to work Grim's hips back into his with insistent tugs.

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

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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Unfortunately for his crush, Malachai was the last thing on his mind right now. The rest of the night had been dedicated to him, right now was for Artorias.

His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as their hips met, a guttural moan releasing from the pit of his stomach as he sought to press his own hips as close to his brothers as possible, wanting to feel every inch of him within. His body twitched and writhed underneath the man, body positively vibrating from pleasure and the thrill of exposure. He wanted more of this, as much of it as the man would give him, and he wanted it now. His brother clawed at his hips and thighs, seeking to grab a hold while his hips drove into his own. He sought to match the force, groaning as their hips collided and arching his back into the pleasure as he felt heat and a tightness within his loins.

Pulling the man close to him, Grim kept his toes woven into the soft fur of Artorias chest and gripped tight as they kissed, accepting his lovers tongue and meshing it with his own. Feeling the claws of his brother sinking into his thigh, he teased himself with his own wandering paw and felt Art's paw join him moments later. He let Artorias take over his pleasure completely as he pulled his paw away to wrap around Artorias thigh, curling his nails and dragging them up his back gently, just enough to tease and make his skin crawl while his other paw remained tightly wrapped within his fur, holding him close as he groaned into their aggressive kissing.

"Speech."

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"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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