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For all his (questionable) wisdom and stoicism, Link was a surprisingly easy man to fluster. And it was fun.
Handling spears just so, playful touches of claws, assertive displays of position and power. Link obviously likes those with skill of both weapon and mind, and Sidon is all too happy to provide. In the three years since they’d met, their bond had only grown deeper each time they saw each other. Link’s year and a half quest to defeat Ganon saw him visit the domain frequently, to quietly recharge between Divine Beasts, or for one of his longer stays, attend to the needs of Zorana’s citizens as attentively as any royal. He’d find wayward children and friends, fetch materials, help fish, and bring all the latest gossip from all corners of Hyrule. The people loved Link. And Sidon… the prince was no exception.
Link attended to Sidon as loyally as a knight on his visits, relieving Bazz and the guards to keep Sidon under his personal watch as the prince would perform his royal duties or simply bask in the sun on the crystal cliffs. Link’s gaze was not always so mindful and authoritative; day after day Sidon would catch his secret fond looks and impossibly warm smile. Sometimes his expressions went beyond merely warm and sweet, to things that made Sidon have to curl his hands into fists to ground himself with the prick of his claws, words like propriety and properness and princeliness ringing like a mantra in his head.
After the defeat of Ganon and return of Princess Zelda, Link had been freed of his duties to wander as he pleased, which just so happened to include wandering back to a certain pining Zora royal. Even with all his bravado, Link had been a nervous wreck when confessing his feelings to Sidon, who’d all but barreled his closest friend over in his excitement. Link had jumped the hoops of petitioning Dorephan for courtship permission (as if Father would ever say no given how Sidon was constantly trailing the Hylian like a lovesick puppy), presenting himself to the Council, and even crafting a courtship bracer for the prince. And then Link seemed to have decided that Sidon needed an extremely formal, proper, and slow courtship. No more eating rocks, no more sneaky touches, no more moments where they’d almost kiss, but not quite.
Sidon appreciated Link’s singleminded dedication to courting him properly, but really, at the current rate they were going Sidon was going to be 300 by the time Link finally threw decorum out the window. It was excruciating, especially given how badly the Hylian also teased Sidon without even realizing it. Colorful fabrics, shows of his prowess with the sword, days swimming in the reservoir with so much of his scar-striped and muscular body on display. Irresistible, and yet here Sidon was being chided by not only Muzu but Link too that they had to do things properly.
The prince was decades past his naïve, passive younger years. He wanted more.
“…And so, in short, that is the full and complete proposal for the new bridge,” one of the councilmembers concludes. Sidon can sense Link about to bolt out of his seat with pent-up energy, and sets a hand on his thigh to stop him from bouncing his leg incessantly. Link suddenly goes very still, to Sidon’s surprise and relief. He can practically feel the stare being leveled at him right now by Link, and studiously avoids looking back lest any of the council notices.
The meeting is close to being over, and then Sidon will only have to check in on the barracks before he’s free for the rest of the day to enjoy some time with his Link. The Hylian himself, however, doesn’t seem too likely to hold out.
Dante begins to drone about the final matter of business, some droll treatise renewing trade with Lurelin, and Sidon listens as attentively as he can. Link’s legs shift under his hand, and suddenly the cool touch of his hand is settling on top of Sidon’s. It’s a very innocent touch, but then Link’s grasp around his hand tightens and he pulls Sidon’s hand ever so slightly further up his thigh. The prince feels blue rush to his face as Dante’s words suddenly sound very far away.
Link doesn’t make any further moves for the rest of the treatise, and Sidon supposes he should be relieved about it. Instead, it’s as if Link’s early energy has transferred to him and the Prince all but rushes out of the council chambers once the meeting has been dismissed.
I’m shocked you didn’t fall asleep during that, Link signs as they stride down the palace hallways towards the guards’ training grounds, the river glittering through sunlight and crystal above them as they traverse the tunnels of the subterranean part of the city. Sidon casts an amused look his way.
“Believe it or not, my dear friend, but I do truly enjoy my duties sitting on the council most days. However, there are times where it can be… lackluster,” Sidon replies.
Link ascends the stairs at the end of the hall faster than Sidon, stopping in the middle and turning around so that he’s at level height with the prince. I really am so lucky to be courting such a caring person, he signs fondly, and Sidon’s earlier blush returns again.
“You always flatter me so, Link!”
A cheeky grin fills Link’s face at that.
Hopefully flattery is not all I can do for you, your Highness, he responds. He wheels around and continues up the stairs, leaving Sidon fumbling to collect himself.
When they reach the training yard, the guards are practicing with spears. Training is going quite well, and Sidon doesn’t need to to step in for much at all, save for when Bazz asks the prince to demonstrate a parrying technique for the guards. He gladly complies and shows off with perfect form, preening from the look he sees Link give him out of the corner of his eye. His hero is gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, and his jaw is set in a tense line. It’s the look Sidon always gets whenever he shows off with weapons. Even though Link generally goes very quiet after it, Sidon still craves the dark look in his eyes from it.
Today is no exception, Link staying quiet as they eventually make their way back to Sidon’s chambers. His hands flex within his leather gloves as if he wants to sign something, but he refrains. The door shuts behind them, and Sidon starts to get a little nervous. Link still does not sign, and the energy in the room is tense with… something. The Hylian leans against his desk, arms crossing his chest as he pins Sidon with a stare. The prince pauses momentarily from reaching up to take off his vestments, but Link gestures for him to continue with a dangerous tilt to his expression.
Sidon turns his back to the hero to face the mirror next to his bed, carefully unclamping his bracers and regalia. Hardly a moment after turning away from Link, two small hands settle on his waist and spin him around and down into a hard kiss.
Link is quick to jerk his tunic over his head, leaving his archer’s gloves and trousers on still as he sets a hand on Sidon’s chest and pushes him down against the bed so he can swing a leg over the prince’s waist. Sidon feels dizzy and half-high off desire as he surges up to catch Link’s lips in a filthy kiss. Link bites at his lower lip when he pulls away, and Sidon’s hands grip his hips so hard at the action he’s worried he might break skin.
I’ve seen how you look at me, Link gestures brusquely, a fierce look in his eyes. Like you want to eat me alive. It’s all I can think about sometimes, he signs desperately, and Sidon sits up more fully to nearly crush their fronts together. And the way you tease me. I know you’re doing it on purpose. Maybe Sidon should’ve accounted for the fact that Link had to have a breaking point for some things, and the prince shouldn’t be that surprised about the current situation.
Link’s thighs and arousal strain his pants as he looks down, and Sidon wants so badly to rip them off. But he clings to the threads of clarity through the haze of lust threatening to claim them both, and calms the trembling of his hands. Link is still his friend.
“Oh, my pearl, you have no idea,” he growls before he flips them over so Link is pinned beneath him, and the hero’s eyes go wide as his mouth parts deliciously. “But... I do not want to hurt you. You mean so much to me,” Sidon finishes, much more tenderly than he’d intended. Link’s expression softens beneath him, and a blush rises to the tips of his ears.
You don’t need to worry about hurting me. I don’t think you could if you tried, and besides... I don’t mind a little pain, he signs with a coy smile. The implications of Link’s words send his mind reeling, and Sidon lets Link pull him down into another passionate kiss. He loves the way Link’s hands drag over his headfins and crest, and the way his tongue slides into Sidon’s mouth curiously to lick across his teeth. Soon, their earlier heat picks back up, and Sidon lifts himself away from Link’s mouth to see the Hylian looking utterly disheveled below him.
It brings Sidon a prideful pleasure to see the great Hero of Hyrule desperate for his touch, hair tumbling free of a tie against the pillow as his chest heaves and his hips shift minutely.
Link tilts his head to the side, baring his neck, and it takes every ounce of restraint for Sidon to not lean in and sink his teeth in.
“Come on,” Link goads, a wicked smile on his face. “Bite me.”
Hearing those words in Link’s gravelly voice sends heat down his spine and towards his groin, and Sidon is too turned on to be embarrassed by the fact that he can feel his slit softening and his cocks beginning to poke out. Link gets his hand under Sidon’s tail and guides his head down, and Sidon moans shakily against his skin as Link rubs at the sensitive regions there. He opens his mouth and carefully sets his teeth around the top of Link’s shoulder, and his arms start to shake with the force it takes to not bite down and lower himself completely on the smaller Hylian.
Link makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, and then Sidon’s eyes are shooting wide open as he feels Link start to rub and press at the small bioluminescent nubs that run down the lengths of his fins. The sensation it creates makes his head feel fuzzy with pleasure, and his teeth press harder against Link, threatening to draw blood.
“I said bite me,” Link growls, and Sidon has no choice but to obey his hero as he relieves the ache in his jaw and clamps down halfway. Link cries out sharply as the taste of blood floods Sidon’s mouth, hips arching up hard enough that it presses against Sidon’s chest. It isn’t deep enough to be a full mating bite, but the message will still be clear to any Zora after they get Link all cleaned up- that the hero belongs to the prince.
Link’s feet skid for purchase against the expensive Gerudo silk sheets, and Sidon pulls himself off Link with a gasp, blood staining his lips. Link is panting and looking up at him like he hung the moon, and seeing his bite mark on Link’s neck stirs something primal in him. Blood is beading up at all the small incisions, and while Sidon can’t deny he finds the sight very alluring, worry also prickles at his mind.
“Are you- was that alright?” Sidon stammers, and Link nods fervently.
I really liked that, he signs shakily.
“Are you... sure?” Sidon asks worriedly.
Link’s hands steady with confidence. I am so sick of being proper and gentle. It looks like… you are too, he replies with a sly hand down between their bodies briefly.
Link gets a scheming look in his eyes as he seemingly sizes up Sidon’s cocks, and a blue flush fills Sidon’s face before Link is rolling over from under him momentarily to kick off his trousers. He straddles Sidon’s lap again and Sidon’s stomach clenches painfully to see Link bare against him, noting that he’s still wearing his archer’s gloves which somehow add to how indescribably attractive Link looks right now.
Link trails one hand very briefly up one of his cocks, and Sidon bites his lip to keep quiet as Link smirks up at him.
You’re too big for me to take without any preparation so let’s save any of that for a later time. But would you be okay if I touched you? Link questions before he makes any move to fully do anything.
“Yes, Link, I would... really like that,” Sidon says breathlessly. Link nods in affirmation and gestures for Sidon to lean back more against the bed so they can see each other more easily. Link pulls off one of his gloves and traces his finger along the opening of Sidon’s slit, and the prince can’t help but moan when Link’s fingers press more firmly into the tight space between his cocks and slide in partway. Judging by Link’s expression, he’s clearly had the same idea as Sidon has and has filed it away for another time.
When Link draws his hand back, he looks inquisitively at the slick that coats his fingers and licks it curiously. Sidon feels his jaw drop at the Hylian’s boldness. But Link doesn’t give Sidon even a moment’s respite, because he takes Sidon’s moment of surprise as a chance to grip one of Sidon’s cock at the base and drag up. Sidon whines high in his throat, gills puffing out as Link drags his hand back down.
Link uses both of his hands to jerk off one of Sidon’s cocks at first, rendering the prince a puddle of garbled praises and moans. The Zora nearly wheezes at each delicious pass of his hands. The slick sounds they produce together only drives him crazier, arching his hips up for any form of relief Link would offer his other neglected cock. Link notices, of course, and looks at him coyly.
You want more?
All Sidon can do is nod eagerly. His pearl complies and grabs ahold of his other appendage, one cock in each hand. The sight alone makes Sidon bare his teeth in pleasure and possessiveness, turned on by the knowledge that the great Hero was enjoying this as much as he was and wanted to do this and more with Sidon for the rest of their lives. A gasp falls from Sidon’s mouth when Link begins to jerk him off again, the sensation now twofold. Link’s expression widens into a playful smirk as he works his bottom lip between his teeth, his hips starting to shift in tandem with his hands as he touches Sidon.
Each stroke is a new, torturous heaven. Link’s worked up to an enthusiastic rhythm that makes their breath speed up. Shuffling further up Sidon’s body, Link pushes Sidon’s cocks together so he can press his own against them. The prince keens high in his throat as Link begins to rut against him, the Hylian’s head slumping forward as he rolls his hips. The two of them are acutely wet now from Link’s hands alone, and the three cocks between them fill their air with filthy sounds as Link moves.
It’s obvious how good Link is feeling as well from the way his mouth works around soundless moans and the way he loses his rhythm every now and then. Seeing his partner’s pleasure only intensifies it all for Sidon, and the prince’s mind races with all the times he’s thought of doing something like this to Link, of feeling his warrior’s hands on his body, of bending him over Sidon’s sleeping pool, of seeing his marks on the Hylian, of letting Link wrap his hands around Sidon’s throat and hold him down…
Sidon’s fists uncurl stiffly from their position, as he sets one clawed hand on Link’s thigh and set the other to grab at his bed. “Oh- Link, yes-“ the prince gasps. His Hylian smirks at him lazily, face red and mouth parted. Link’s hands lowers to play with Sidon’s slit once more, coming back with a slickness that he eagerly uses to touch himself. Sidon is squeezing Link’s thigh so tightly that he knows his claws are going to break the skin.
Link returns to jerking him off and Sidon’s grip goes even tighter- then he smells it again. Link’s blood. The delight of it earlier when he had first bitten Link had been tempered by worry it was too much, but with the new liberty of knowing his beloved liked it just as much as him, well… Sidon can hardly help himself. The next touch has his back arching and eyes screwing shut as his orgasm washes over him, surprising both himself and Link as he spills all over them.
He opens his eyes to see Link gaping at him with a debauched expression, hurriedly jerking himself off as he adds to the mess Sidon has just made. The Hero offers a final whimper before slumping forward, totally spent.
They’re both horribly messy and tired, but Link lets out a half delirious laugh as he curls up close to Sidon’s head. Sidon feels a smile tug at his face and starts to laugh too, arms wrapping around his pearl.
“Ah, my Link. What a messy way to break courtship tradition,” Sidon says, and Link just laughs harder.
Link sits up and taps Sidon’s shoulder. A bit publicly too, he replies.
It takes Sidon a moment before Link gestures at the bite mark on his shoulder and it clicks. The prince feels blue rush to his cheeks as he buries his face in his hands. “Oh, Goddesses! My father! Muzu! Bazz! They’re all going to know!” he exclaims, which only makes Link laugh harder.
They all already knew I was yours, anyway.