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Being in a relationship with a knight could prove difficult at times.
Especially when said knight is constantly solicited, expected to move through Hyrule constantly to help the princess restore Hyrule after the fall of Calamity Ganon. Such was Link’s duty, and it doesn’t help much that Sidon is the prince of Zora’s domain, required to stay for his people. As a future king, he supposes that’s only logical, but… Just sometimes, he wishes he could accompany Link on his journeys.
But of course, Link would often come visit the domain whenever he could. Most of the time he came every other week, staying for two days at most until his duty called back to him. Sidon could accept that easily, still, he wishes time wouldn’t pass so slowly while his lover was away.
This time is different, though. Link had warned him about his trip to Tabantha, all the way across Hyrule, something that would only allow him to come back after at least a month. Sidon had never wished to hold him back, but it’s still frustrating - not only for him, but for Link as well, and he knew that much. To make it just a little more bearable, they had decided to communicate through letters that they would send to each other every five days.
Most of Link’s letters were quickly written, a little short to Sidon’s tastes, but the prince could understand how tedious it could be with such a lack of free time. He at least still makes the efforts to sit down and write about his days, and the sweet words he slips out every now and then never fail to make Sidon’s heart flutter, no matter how many times he had read ‘I love you’. Sidon’s letters, on the other hand, were always well thought-out, almost poetic - he’s rather embarrassed to admit how much time he spends on writing them, truth be told.
One month isn’t too long of a time, he supposes, but he’s not sure he can truly convince himself of it. He had expected himself to be patient, to give all his love to Link once he returned, but… Sidon had begun to crave him in more ways than one, and it’s not so easy to keep it to himself. He liked to believe he had a good enough impulse control, but it seemed to have failed him this time, when he had written down his thoughts on paper and had almost regretted it as soon as the letter was sent. He had been extremely explicit too, talking about how hard he’d fuck him once he’d be back, about the pretty face Link would make as he got filled up.
Just thinking about it has his face reddening uncontrollably - what was he thinking? He rarely ever used such foul language, what if it got sent to the wrong person? What if someone opened it before Link did? And most importantly, what if it made Link uncomfortable?
Sidon finds himself sitting at the edge of his water mattress, staring, narrowed pupils examining the unopened envelope clutched in his hands. The sender’s name reads ‘Link’, obviously; who else could it be?
It had been a few days since he had sent his own, a paper full of dirty words and promises written in a handwriting much less tidy than it usually was, and he’s not sure what to expect in Link’s response. Anxiety pools in the pit of his stomach as he slowly opens it, ripping off the paper with the tip of his claws. He finally pulls the letter out, unfolding it with trembling movements to read the words.
"Dear Sidon,
How have you been? I unexpectedly had to make a short trip to Hebra, and I had to send my letter a day later than usual, sorry about that. It’s very cold here, but I found an inn where I can rest, and the stable owners can still take care of my horse, so I can’t really complain.
The one thing I do want to complain about is how much time I’ve been spending away from you. It feels like something’s missing, and to be honest with you, it’s become quite difficult to handle.”
Sidon sighs in relief, swallowing while his gaze flickers away from the letter for just a quick moment. So far so good, he thinks to himself, at least the Hylian doesn’t seem to have been put off by his words. His eyes find their way back onto the paper, following each word with an attention only his lover can capture this intensely.
“It’s always such a pleasure to read your letters. They’re always filled with such sophisticated words, graceful sayings that I feel like reading over and over. Your last one arrived right on time, on a day I was starting to feel a little gloomy, and when I opened the envelope, I thought I was losing my mind.”
Sidon feels himself tensing up, his shoulders raising in anticipation. He can’t help but move his eyes quicker than he can read, and he has to go back multiple times, prolonging his moment of nervousness.
“I really thought someone was playing a prank on me, you know? But I could recognize your handwriting anywhere, and it was easy to come to the conclusion that it was your letter alright.
I reread it. Multiple times. I'm thankful that I was alone that night, at least. And I could hardly believe how hot my face felt upon reading your words. I was practically sizzling, well, at least it warmed me up for the night.
It's not easy, you know, to be so far away from you for so long. I still feel you lingering all around my body, and I miss you so badly I could die. I wish I could take you with me one day, to show you the wonders of the world and... to have you for myself.
Make sure that you're alone if you keep reading."
Sidon can feel his heart leaping in his chest with just his sentence, before racing with an intensity that feels almost too much. But he can’t stop reading, not now that he knows Link might have responded with the same impetuousness the prince had felt as he had written his own letter.
There’s a large space between this and the line that follows, and Sidon realizes how dry his mouth has made itself. He gulps once more, picking up on his reading quickly enough.
"I kind of set a challenge to myself when I left, just for fun. One month is quite long, but I wanted to refrain from touching myself until I could see you again. I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it anymore when I read your letter.
If I remember correctly, I managed to make myself come three times that night. I set the letter on my pillow as I read it again, stroking myself with a hand as I used the other to finger myself. You can be proud of yourself, I had no idea I could get off to just a few words."
The imagery immediately sticks itself to Sidon’s eyes, something that has a shiver crawling along his spine. He doesn’t know when he’s started to bite at one of his claws, but that was a bad habit he needed to quit - he pulls his hand away, resting it on his thigh instead.
He wishes he could have been there to see it, to witness Link coming undone by his own hands while reading his letter. He will have to settle for what his imagination gives him for now; The Hylian’s lascivious writhing, the movement of his hips as they jerked back to seek the fingers that worked their way in, the muffled whimpers as he tried to quiet himself. He can already feel a hint of arousal further down, one he first tries to suppress by crossing his legs, and he keeps reading.
"Once I come back to you, I’ll let you use me however you want. I’ll suck you off until you come all over my face. Or if you want, I’ll stay still while you hold my head, pull my hair to fuck my throat, just the way you like it when your instincts push you further. Would you like this? Does it make you want me to come back quicker?”
“Oh Goddesses -” Sidon mutters under his breath, covering his mouth with a tense hand. Out of the many responses he had imagined, he couldn’t have seen that one coming at all - Link is much bolder than he is, unafraid of revealing the desires that sleep within the depths of his mind, surely knowing that it would have the prince biting at his knuckles. His gut wrenches as he finds himself entering a state he can barely control, his slit swelling in excitement and begging for his own attention. Not yet, he thinks, the letter isn’t over, but… He’s not sure he can restrain himself until the end.
"I’d love to ride you all night long, to bury you deep inside of me until you come apart. Or I can let you fuck me sideways, which way do you like it best? In any case, I’ll be so ready for you, so tight around you that you’ll scratch at my hips. I could take both of your cocks, if you’d let me, because I’ve had dreams about it for so long. Please, Sidon, would you let me?”
Oh, he hopes Link is proud of himself for that. Sidon's lengths have already emerged out of his slit without an ounce of physical stimulation, a rather unusual occurrence. They drip with eagerness, painfully hard and leaving the prince almost ashamed of himself. He puts the letter down for a moment, to remove the jewelry that could make the experience a little uncomfortable. He settles the silver ornaments onto the nightstand for now, and he’s quickly back on his bed, lying down on his back this time. He supposes he could hold the paper in one hand while his other one focuses on relieving the aching need for friction, so sudden and heavy that he feels almost dizzy.
Holding the letter in front of his darkened eyes once more, he wraps his other hand around his twin cocks, and just that has him letting out a sigh he can’t bother to retain in the privacy of his room.
"I’ll let you wrap your hands around my neck, it feels so good when you choke me. I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to function for a whole day. You can bite me as many times as you want, my love, I promise I’ll let you consume me until you’re satisfied.”
He’s unconsciously started to stroke himself as he reads, sharp teeth biting hard on his lower lip as they threaten to tear the skin. His breathing only grows heavier when he finds himself entranced by him, by the ease with which he coaxes the air out of his lungs even when he’s not there. It becomes all the more difficult to concentrate on reading, but he can’t give up now; There’s more to see.
"I'll beg you to give it to me. I'll beg you to come inside me and to fill me up completely. I wonder how much will drip out of me if you use both of your cocks? And if you're still hard, you can fuck me silly again. I want to make you cum, and I'll give you everything I have."
A gentle swipe of his thumb across the tips of his lengths has him throwing his head back, sparks of electricity sticking to his eyelids. His imagination runs wild, going to places he’s never even thought it would ever go. The odd mixture of pleasure and frustration that his lover isn’t there has him growling, a low sound that resonates in his chest and escapes him through gritted teeth.
“I have to go now, Sidon, but I really hope you enjoyed that. It’s going to be a little time before I can come back to you, but we can do that again anytime you wish, alright?
You’ll tell me what you thought of it, right? I can’t wait.
Love you,
Link.”
His eyes have reached the end of the letter before he wants them to. But honestly, even if he wanted to reread it, he’s not sure he’d be able to - his vision is clouded with lust, his head thrown back against the pillow to relax his neck. He brings the paper to his face, breathing in, seeking for Link’s scent, anything. It’s there, a smell that lingers, but it’s too faint to be enough.
He quickly remembers something. Link had forgotten a piece of clothing before he left, he’s sure of it; Sidon’s stops himself for just a moment, putting the letter aside and searching through his room the best he can with just his eyes. It’s there, hanging from his chair a little further away, a scarf he uses to keep warm in the mountains. He makes quick work of picking it up, instantly lying back onto the bed as he brings the piece of fabric to his face.
There it is - his lover’s scent, all over the scarf and instantly invading him. His eyes roll up, a groan leaving his throat uncontrollably. It doesn’t compare to the real thing, obviously, but it still has his senses spiraling into madness, tremors shaking through his very soul.
“Aah-” A sinful moan rolls off his tongue, partly muffled by the fabric as he keeps it as close to himself as possible. He imagines his small lover on top of him, riding him into ecstasy as the prince grips at his hips with possessiveness, with ravenous hunger that has his pupils growing until his irises are only thin golden circles wrapped around black holes. Languid strokes soon give way to something faster, more intense, his cocks leaking in pure pleasure.
“Link,” he instinctively whispers his name with a sigh, imagining how tight the Hylian would be around him, how pretty his moans would sound as the prince let his fingers slide between his slick lips. He would devour the sight like a beast, his claws scratching at his sensitive skin and carving his desire into him.
He feels himself soaring, his body twisting against the mattress as his fist clenches around the scarf. He’s so close, so deliciously close that his breathing stops, his pleasure bottling up in his brain and setting each of his nerves on fire.
It’s only when he exhales that he peaks, a torn moan leaving his lungs as his toes curl, his warm release spraying onto his hand. The intensity lasts for a few seconds, stirring through his core, shifting his world upside down and back up again, leaving him utterly spent.
His muscles soon relax, his entire being falling back as he catches his breath, overcome by dizziness. He licks at his lips, his jaw aching from the lack of something to bite into.
He’s pretty sure he has somewhere to be right now, though he can’t remember where for now. It doesn’t really matter at this point - he’s late, and there’s nothing he can do about it, not when he finds himself drowning in bliss.
It’s disappointing to see that he’s still alone, that Link was only an image atop of him this whole time. It’s only temporary, he reminds himself, because Link will come back soon.
He hopes the Hylian is ready for what awaits him on his return.