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"Oh wow, I wish I could have been there in person for this!" Tauro looked at the Purah Pad alongside Link. The researcher crowded Link in as he looked at the photo of ancient Zonai writing.
With how enraptured he was in the scripture, Tauro didn't realize how close he had gotten. His large hand engulfed Link's as he carefully held the device, muttering in his husk voice as he read the words. Tanned muscle brushed against Link's shoulder and he suddenly remembered how small he was in comparison to most Hylians.
He wasn't sure why that thought suddenly came to the forefront of his mind, or why his skin seemed to zing at the brush of contact. Before he had time to think further, Tauro clapped him on the shoulder. "Great job! I have no idea how you get into the floating ruins, but you always bring back the best pictures!"
A big grin cut across Tauro's face, his wavy hair bouncing as he stepped away from him. Link couldn't help the shy smile at the compliment. Everyone always expected the best from Hylia's hero, but it was nice to hear someone appreciating his efforts. "So, what's the plan now?"
Link's eyes strayed to the side, no longer looking at his studious friend. He explained he was done for the day, maybe more exploring tomorrow, but he was going to head over to the Zonai Survey Team Headquarters for a nap.
Link swore his grin grew a little bigger after hearing that, but then it fell to an exaggerated pout. "So no more pictures for today? Alright, well have a good nap." Something about the way Tauro said it tickled at his brain, but Link put it aside so that he could head over to the base.
It was a short walk through Kakariko village to the headquarters but every villager he passed adamantly greeted Link and asked various questions about how he was doing, what his latest adventure was, and where he was headed. By the time he got to his destination, he rushed up the ladder to the little secluded room he used and shut the door with a sigh of relief.
Link wasted little time pulling his shirt up over his head and sliding his trousers down his legs. He crawled into his simple cot completely nude and rolled over, waiting with bated breath. He made sure to wait a reasonable amount of time so that no one barged in before he "fell asleep".
Link fisted his cock under the cover, squeezing and working it until it stiffened. The burning need for release today called for more though, he was hoping it would be quick and easy today, but he knew now he was going to have to work for his release.
Link pulled the covers down and laid on top of them. Using a light amount of oil to heighten the pleasure, he grasped the pink tip of his erection. Firm grip and steady movements made a wet, sloppy sound. A few weeks ago, he would have been scared the noise traveled, but his experience now told him it was fine. There was only one other person here, and he was too busy pouring over research to notice anything.
Hissing out a breath as his hand brushes the sensitive tip, Link speeds up his movement. He pumps his cock, watching as his hand swallows the pink tip and slides his foreskin down a bit as he swipes down. But even this sight still isn't enough, he needs more.
Climbing out of his blankets on the floor, Link grabs his Purah Pad from where it was discarded on the floor. He places books behind the device, propping it up in front of his sleeping space. He grabs the ivory blanket and drapes it over his unusual Zonai arm and turns on the Purah Pad to the camera. Link sees himself reflected in the device's screen, on his knees and slightly leaning back to exaggerate his cock in the lens. His sharp eyes can make out the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks and, as he grabs hold of his cock once more, the color deepens and his pointed ears droop down just a bit.
Link watches himself on the screen as he works his cock. With two angles to view his debauchery, Link is far more turned on. He can't explain it, but something about seeing his small hand work over his erection, seeing his balls tighten, his face flush, and his breathing growing more ragged ramps up the heat. He continues to pump, paying closer attention to all the little things that turn him on. He even goes as far as recording himself, the thought of others somehow seeing the video helps Link rush towards the edge.
Link's cock twitches in response to the thought, his small hand moving even faster. His mind wanders back to what others would think. What if they found his desperate acts of pleasure tantalizing? A few more pumps and Link finally feels it, he's so close to the edge. Just a little more.
The sheets rustle as his clawed hand grips them, his back arched as his hand furiously works his cock. He's right there, the burning need to release is all he can think about... but he can't do it. He's so close, but the edge seems to get further away as he can't find a way to topple over it.
He nearly cries out in frustration, the agony of not cumming overtakes him and he falls back with a huff. He runs his hands over his face, what is wrong with him? Link is frustrated and wishes he could push this whole event from his mind and forget about it, the mood suddenly souring. Ever since his sex drive went into overdrive about a month back, he's been 'taking naps' daily. A week ago though, this happened for the first time. No matter what he tries, every once in a while there's a day where the burning need just can't be quenched.
The burn through his body that felt so sensual and invigorating is now agonizing. He scrubs his face with his hands and fists his long hair, glaring up at the makeshift ceiling. What he would give to just get it over with and come, to get rid of this torture.
With nothing he can do, Link turns over and forces himself to fall asleep.
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Tauro chokes on his food and coughs furiously, Link pats him on the back to help his large friend dislodge it. After a few moments, he turns to Link and wipes his mouth. "Sorry, you just surprised me there. Why do you ask?"
Link stares down at the meaty rice balls he prepared. "To be honest, I'm sexually frustrated to the point I'm desperate. Recently, I've been struggling to cum. I get so close, but then it just vanishes. Worst part, my dick stays hard for another hour. It's agonizing."
The larger Hylian regards Link, but can hardly believe his ears. The hero of Hyrule is struggling with ejaculating? Ruins above, that's not what he expected Link meant when he had a question to ask. Tauro's long curls hid the slight deepening of color on his cheeks, "To answer your question, no I've never had any issues."
He swore he saw Link's pointed ears droop just a bit as his hopeful eyes fell to the grass below them. He was glad they met at a quiet spot just outside Kakariko village, eating food quietly on a boulder together. Tauro looked away, he hated the sudden shyness he was feeling. "But, I have heard of that happening to some of the survey team members before."
You'd think Tauro had given him a clue to where the Master Sword was hidden. Link's face lit back up and his sparkling blue eyes looked up at Tauro, waiting for some sacred truth. He had the decency to feel a little bad, but not enough to stop him. "Have you tried a prostrate massage?"
The dumb look Link gave him was a definite no, in fact, he didn't even know it was a thing. Tauro put on his usual aloof confidence, but he felt himself dying a little on the inside from the embarrassment of explaining this to Link. Thankfully, Tauro's ease made Link not really question it and the whole conversation seemed more matter-of-fact.
With a new lead to go on, the horny Hylian thanked Tauro for his advice and raced off towards Kakariko Village. Left to his thoughts, Tauro rubbed a hand down his face, exasperated. On one hand, he just told his work crush a way to please himself, on the other, his own cock was now begging to be released. The image of Link bent over, trying to chase his pleasure while playing with his own ass was stuck in Tauro's mind. His trousers were now uncomfortably tight... He suddenly needed a nap.