Summary:

Tricked by a fake fairy fountain, Link fast travels to Zora's Domain infected with pollen that makes him hot under the tunic. Sidon helps.

Notes:

*pulls at face* I love Link suffering. He's bitten, gets his hair pulled, and even choked a little in this. I've not tagged this fic with dub-con, because I don't feel that it is. Strange, since you'd think a sex pollen fic would just naturally be dub-con at best, out right rape at the worst. Anyway... I split this monster into three parts, because it was getting out of hand. Come back for more dicks in Link lol.

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: Learning to KissChapter Text

The unmistakable, orange glow of a Great Fairy Fountain in need of restoration catches Link's eye as he glides from hill to hill. He eyes it suspiciously though, because that can't be right. He'd restored all of them! All the sister are awake and revitalized again. Still, it would be his luck that there was one fountain all the fairies left out in their story. People all along his quest like to leave out important pieces of information like that. Grumbling, he makes an about turn from the next hill he'd wanted to touch down on and swoops towards the fountain. Once he lands, he stands back for a few seconds and sizes the fountain up. He wants to make sure this isn't a trick. Surely, one of the sisters would have fouled up their lie and let slip about some sort of forgotten or secret fountain. But as he stands in the shadow of a tree, nothing happens at the fountain. No enemy appears, nothing nefarious comes crawling out. Link approaches the orange steps leading up to the fountain, still on high alert.

"Boy... Sweet boy... Please... Listen to my story..."

It unravels like the rest, a lament over dwindling patrons, a need for rupees. A giant hand slips between the petals concealing the pool in the center. Link hums and offers the fairy rupees without considering how much she wants. In a cloud of magic, the fountain springs open, revealing the fairy. Her smile and bright eyes are more sinister as she glances up and down Link's form. He's almost used to this constant attention from people all over Hyrule, but nothing about this fountain has settled well with him. His worries and suspicions mount when the fairy grabs him around his chest and waist in a massive hand. She lifts him up while promising to enhance something for him. No mention of his armor is made, and she blows him a kiss that he can't avoid. Pollen and dust collects on him like a glass window in spring. He grimaces at it and tries to brush it away, but it sticks to his clothes and hands the more he swipes. The fairy drops him to his feet with a sinister chuckle before diving back into the fountain.

His first thought is that he'll need a dunk in a river—again—but when he tries to stand, his knees give out. Grunting, Link slaps his hands out as the rest of him crumples, too. Vision swimming, Link squints down at his hands that seem to split into two and then two again. Shaking his head doesn't clear his vision splitting. He shivers and curls closer to his knees as his skin tingles. It's a bit like ants crawling on him, sending every hair on his arms and neck to stand up. He rubs his eyes on the back of his hand, and Link flinches at how sweaty his forehead is, how hot his cheeks are. When he gathers enough energy to lift his head, he wonders where he is and how he got here. The Sheikah Slate is a heavy weight on his belt, and he has enough wits left to grab at it. All the shrines and towers he's conquered spring to life under his fingers. They shake terribly, and he can't tell which index finger is real. Stomach twisting into a knot and cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck, Link's tired eyes focus on the Zora Domain. Oh yes, he'd meant to go back and visit Prince Sidon... Charming, dashing Prince Sidon...

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A floor down from where Sidon leans on the railing and speaks with a guard, voices cry out and a ruckus begins. Together, he and the guard lean over the side to try and catch a glimpse of what's happened. They watch as Zoras stream into the cavern that holds the Ne'ez Yohma Shrine just behind the statue of Mipha. Sidon and the guard glance at each other as more people dash towards the shrine. It's impossible to tell what they're yelling about, if somehow a monster crept in or perhaps the shrine is acting oddly. Sidon launches himself over the rail as the guard calls after him, pleading that he wait for other warriors to arrive before acting. The first Zoras to respond catch him running down the watery ramp that leads to the shrine, and they make a path for him to the source of the calamity.

On the platform outside the shrine's entrance, Link lies on his side, unconscious. Sidon hesitates to rush to him. There's an odd scent in the air here, and all his fellow Zora keep their distance. Some even cover their mouths with a hand to evade the scent. Sidon risks whatever magic or filth that clings to Link and steps closer to get a better look at him. In the gloom of the cavern, Sidon finds Link's blue tunic and beige breeches covered in pollen. The trees nearer to the mouth of the Zora river produce copious amounts of pollen in the spring. But he's never seen pollen that sparkles like gold dust, never smelled pollen that was so sweet. The pollen doesn't wash away when water laps at Link's clothes, and Sidon suspects it might be dangerous. Sidon turns to the men and women standing at the edge of the semicircle they've formed around the hero, intent on helping Link however he can.

"Someone find me a blanket, please. He's hurt, but we mustn't touch him. Please, everyone, stand back."

A blue Zora takes off, her voice calling out for help and a healer. Sidon wants nothing more than to just pick Link up and carry him to a healer. But the sweet scent on the air has only increased since he's arrived, and Link has begun to stir on the floor. Splashing behind Sidon has him whipping around, finding the blue Zora with a blanket and a healer hobbling along. The old woman barks at him not to touch Link, not to allow any of the pollen to transfer from him. Sidon lies the blanket beside Link, and using the edges, he rolls the hero onto the softer surface. Once Link is covered and contained, Sidon follows the healer deeper into the palace. Link's weight feels right in his arms—not too light like he's starving. He worries about the hero sometimes, and finding him collapsed like that just fuels his concern. But Sidon ignores his worry for now and follows the healer through the winding depths of the palace. It's not often he visits these caves that wind down, down deeper into the earth beneath the palace outside. They're only used for the critically ill or injured, to prevent illness from spreading. Link groans under the blanket, and Sidon holds him tighter.

"Conserve your strength, my friend," he murmurs as they come to stop outside a tall door, behind which lies a sterile room and medical supplies. "You're safe, now. All is well."

The healer beside him directs him to a shallow pool while she cloaks herself in protective gear. Sidon rushes to the pool and kneels down to let Link slip into it. He already has a hand up to brush Link's bangs out of his eyes, but the healer appears at Sidon's side and smacks his hand away.

"That would be extremely unwise," she chastises him. "If you're going to stay, then I insist you put on proper protection. We have no idea what has befallen him."

Full of shame at his blind eagerness to comfort Link, Sidon follows her orders and seals himself in protective gear like she does. He leaves his jewelry and sashes in a pile, sure that they'll need washing or maybe even burning in case of any cloth he'd worn. It's uncomfortable to fit a helmet with a glass shield over his head fins and tail, but he won't leave Link. He stays out of the healer's way as she hums and scoffs over Link's restless form. He shivers and thrashes in the water, moaning in pain whenever he stills again. Sidon rises from his chair a few times when the moans turn into gut-wrenching cries. The sounds break his heart, but Sidon knows he'll only obstruct the healer. Eventually, double-checking that her gloves are secure, she takes up a smelly jar of something and scrubs Link clean. She strips him down to a pair of shorts, deeming them untouched by the pollen. She dumps his armor in a pile along with the blanket and shakes her head at them.

"Those will have to be burned," she laments. "I can instruct an armor maker to replace them, but they'll never be clean of this infectious pollen."

"Infectious?" Sidon rises from his chair to stand beside her. They watch Link twitch in his sleep, face flushed and hands shaking. "Is that what's going this to him? Why we found him collapsed by the shrine?"

Humming, she raises her hand, palm facing up, and shows him the residue left on the glove. It still gleams gold in the dim light of the room.

"This insidious pollen comes from a rare creature with a penchant for luring animals to it and spreading its pollen on the poor thing." She drops her hand and glances to Link. "The infected creature typical roams around in a stupor until encountering another plant of the species, which then takes the pollen. It's how the species reproduces."

"Oh, Link," Sidon sighs quietly. He steps forward to rest a gloved hand on the edge of the pool. "Is he...injured?"

"No, no, he's fine. He'll have a fever and hallucinations for a few days." She shrugs and turns away, back to a table set up with instruments and medicine. "But other than that, he's fine."

Sidon scratches the back of his neck through the clean suit while staring at Link's struggling form.

"So... We leave him here?"

The healer shakes her head while gathering everything she'd touched.

"He's clean, now. The room and these suits will need decontaminating, but we can move Master Link to a guest room. He'll require constant supervision."

"I'll do it," Sidon volunteers immediately. "No need to involve any more Zora, in case I'm already infected."

She eyes him thoughtfully before nodding. Someone takes Link away while Sidon waits with nerves churning his stomach. The suit and himself need cleansing, but he pleads the healer go first. If there are others infected, they'll need her. He realizes that he and the healer could spread the pollen around the domain if they're not clean. It may have already hitched a ride on him. But if he and Link are infected together, kept together, they can't spread it to anyone else. Besides, Link is his dear friend. He would do anything for the hero. Sighing, Sidon loiters around the table displaying scalpels and other devices. There's a book lying open that the healer had read from before washing Link of the pollen. Sidon skims it, finding the small section about the pollen. He reads without analyzing anything his eyes pass over.

"...Infected subjects may exhibit increased libido and an absence of lucidity. Side effects of exposure include hallucinations, excessive perspiration, and..."

Sidon's eyes nearly bug out of his head when they linger on the words "increased libido." He's frantic and jumpy while following instructions for the decontamination process. The moment the medical bay door opens, he's dashing across the palace, searching for Link's room. What in the realms could "increased libido" entail? Sidon blushes as he runs, mind overflowing with images of Link caught twisted in the sheets of his bed, writhing and moaning. The hero is beautiful and breathtaking just as the first time Sidon had seen him. He cannot deny that Link's face is... handsome, his body full of grace. So caught up is he thinking about Link in such a vulnerable position that he misses the room he'd been told is Link's and has to turn back at the end of the hallway.

When he slips into the room, he isn't sure what to expect. He'd hoped that Link is awake, cognizant enough so that he can tell the hero what he knows. Link is far from that, struggling under a thin sheet someone tucked around him. Sidon crosses the room in only a few strides and kneels beside the bed. Link's head rolls around on the pillow, brows drawn together like he's about to cry. Thinking nothing of it, Sidon lifts his hand and draws the backs of his fingers over Link's burning cheek. The sweet scent of the pollen has lessened since Link's medicated bath, and the Hylian's own chemical markers overpower what's left. Sidon tries not to breathe it in, knowing that Link is unconscious and vulnerable. He tries with all his might not to taste Link in the air, but the hero groans and turns his cheek into Sidon's touch. His flushed skin drags along Sidon's fingers followed by Link's dry lips. Sidon sucks in a deep breath, ruining his composure and clouding his head with Link's scent. He bows his head and squeezes his eyes shut. The only thing that gets him to glance up is a soft hum from Link.

Watery eyes stand out so brightly next to the red of Sidon's fingers. The prince startles and attempts to remove himself from Link, but a tiny hand covers the back of his. Link blinks hard, pinching his eyes shut, before they flutter open again. Sidon offers him a smile—not the robust, dashing sort he uses in public, but a softer one. It's delicate and comes straight from his heart. He's never seen Link truly injured, so to stand above his curled, pale body with no signs of his vigor for life... It has unlocked something in him, and he knows he never wants to see Link in pain again.

Clearing his head, Sidon brushes his thumb under Link's eye and asks, "Are you with me, Link?"

Link's gaze roams over his face and to the room behind him.

"You seemed to have been accosted by a plant of some sort, and you ended up in Zora's Domain. You may feel... Feverish or... Restless." Sidon blushes as he tries to avoid thinking about "increased libido" glaring up at him from the medical book. "It should pass in a few days."

Link blinks at him with heavy eyelids, not giving him any indication of understanding. Sidon pets his cheek again, and those bright eyes slide shut. Link's hand still pressed to the back of his trembles. His palm sweats, and the rest of him struggles to escape the sheet wrapped around his legs. Sidon's free hand immediately tugs at the sheet to aid Link in his quest. Once free of it, Link kicks himself closer to the edge, closer to where Sidon kneels. He refuses to surrender Sidon's hand, and he drags it down to keep it curled under his chin as he rolls onto his side. Sidon closes his eyes to such an adorable sight, shaking his head even at the ridiculousness of the situation. Link's chest vibrates against his hand when the hero grunts.

"Yes, my dear Link?"

Blond brows coming together in the middle, Link releases Sidon's hand long enough to rub at his sweaty forehead. Sidon leans closer and brushes hair out of Link's face with his other hand. Link follows the motion, though, trying to nuzzle his face against it.

"You already have my other hand, Link," Sidon chuckles. "Must you have both?"

Grunting, Link abandons the hand that had tried to pet his hair. He cements Sidon's other hand under him when he rocks onto his stomach, staring at the prince as if to dare him to take his hand back. Sidon's shoulders shake with a laugh. He can't tell how much of this is Link and how much of this is the pollen that's infected him. Link's chest is warm against his hand, and he weighs not nearly enough to put pressure on Sidon's wrist. Sidon is just happy it's the left hand he's lying on rather than the right. The claws on his left hand had suffered some damage only a few days ago, so most of them are either cut to the quick or unusually short. There's no way he can hurt Link like this. He wiggles his fingers against the Hylian's naked chest, and Link bares more weight down on him, biting back a giggle. Link buries his face in a pillow to muffle the sound further.

Sidon digs his elbow into the side of the bed before murmuring lowly, "I'm not going anywhere, my friend. You're still a bit under the weather, and I'll be here to take care of you."

With Link lying on his stomach, it's easy for Sidon to pick up on how his breathing increases. The little Hylian shakes so hard that the bed trembles under Sidon's elbow. He tries to wiggle his hand free, and he gets as far as slipping out from under Link. But the moment he gets that far, Link throws out an arm and snatches Sidon's wrist. His face turns from the pillow, cheeks red and eyes almost overflowing with tears. Sidon shoves himself up from his knees so that he can hover over Link. His heart clenches painfully in his chest when Link's face falls and he turns away to hide in the pillow again. Link's grip around his wrist tightens until it hurts, and Sidon is quick to bury his right hand in the Hylian's free-flowing hair.

"Link, my dear, what's wrong? Are you feeling ill? Please, let me know what's wrong, I-I will try to fix it."

The next glimpse of Link's face Sidon catches nearly floors him. Lower lip between his teeth, Link stares at Sidon with his bangs in his eyes and a pink flush to his cheeks. His gaze wanders over Sidon's face before flowing down, down over his skin bare of metal or cloth he'd normally wear. Link shudders before lifting his gaze back to Sidon's face. If Sidon were to guess, he'd assume there's little to be seen of Link's normal self in this poor boy. He's never seen Link like this, never heard the breathy sighs that trip over his bitten lips. Sidon turns his head away to try and breathe air that isn't overflowing with Link's scent. It's difficult in close quarters. He must decide now if he'll stay and aid Link with releasing any... tensions. Under normal circumstances, if Link were to approach him for such a thing, he'd agree with open arms and a smile. But Link is not himself.

A tug on his wrist draws Sidon out of his thoughts, and Link wipes away tears when Sidon lifts his eyes. Link has rolled onto his side again and clings to Sidon's hand. Sidon's traitorous eyes travel down the gentle slope of Link's shoulders and chest, gaze catching on the shorts he wears under his armor. It's the only clothing they were able to save from the pollen. Sidon's eyes widen as they spy a wet spot forming in the front. Link curls up under his gaze, thighs drawing up to cover himself. Sidon whips his eyes back up to Link's face. The Hylian blushes darker than before and draws Sidon's hand to his cheek again. He's so fragile like this, must be terribly afraid of what's happening. Sidon's thumb pets under Link's eye like he'd done before, and he smiles at the trembling hero. Sure that Link is all right besides his obvious frustration, Sidon kneels to be close to him again.

"Link, what's happening to you is not your fault. You must be... confused or maybe frightened, but please don't be." Sidon slides his elbow until his arm is flat on the bed. He rests his chin on top of it, bringing his face closer to Link's. "I will help you however you want. Please know that I'd never hurt you, dear friend."

A tiny whine vibrates against Sidon's palm. Link turns his face and huffs into Sidon's palm. He squirms on the bed, thighs rubbing together before they stretch out to relax again. The wet spot has grown since Link had folded in on himself. Sidon swallows hard at the outline his cock makes through the shorts. Link's thighs squeeze tightly together at the same moment that he whines, trying to draw Sidon's eyes back up. Sidon scolds himself for taking in Link's body like it's something to be devoured. But he wants to. He struggles with the burn and twist of that desire sitting heavily in his gut. But Link isn't himself, and he won't take advantage of his dear friend. Link's fingers on the back of his hand twitch while Sidon stares into the space just over Link's shoulder. He blinks to bring his eyes back into focus. Just soon enough to watch Link drag his hand down over the muscled plains of his chest and shoulders, down farther to press Sidon's hand to the front of his shorts.

They shiver together, and Link rolls his body while holding Sidon's hand tightly to himself. His pale shoulders bunch up by his pointy ears as he glances at Sidon from under his lashes. Link's shy but hungry gaze, with his eyes dark and staring up at him, sends a shiver running through Sidon. Link's eyes flutter shut when Sidon does nothing, and the Hylian removes his own hand with a sad frown. Scrambling to right the wrong, Sidon slips his hand lower, tucking his fingers between Link's thighs. Link's cock fits perfectly from the heel of his palm all the way to the ball of his hand. Link bites his lower lip and clings to Sidon's arm. His little nails bite into the tough skin, but Sidon doesn't mind the minor discomfort. He can't help but grin and give Link a squeeze. Link writhes and rubs himself into Sidon's palm so nicely in response. Blowing out a calming breath through the tight o of his lips, Sidon stills his fondling until Link opens his eyes again.

"I must confess that I enjoy this. I enjoy touching you, Link." Link bites back a smile and bows his head. Sidon ducks his head and shivers when Link twitches in his hand. "But I worry that my advances would be unwanted under normal circumstances."

Link shakes his head hard enough to send the locks that hang in front of his ears flying. He flings a hand out, scrambling to grab Sidon's face or even snatch a fin. Sidon leans forward with a sweet smile on his face. Link curls his fingers over the curve of Sidon's jaw and draws him down. The heat radiating off Link's face is intense. He groans while craning up to Sidon's face, not quite managing to align their lips. Sidon cocks his head to the side so that Link can get at him. Still, a kiss from the Hylian is awkward and uncoordinated. Link surges against him too hard, and Sidon worries his teeth might cut himself or even both of them. He parts from Link with a thoughtful hum. Link just squirms and writhes against Sidon's hand still covering his dick. He blinks up at Sidon and shrinks in on himself, probably convinced he's done something wrong.

"Don't be upset, my sweet Link," Sidon coos as he brushes their cheeks together. "Shall I show you how to kiss properly?"

Link sighs against the side of his head and squeezes his forearm, still trapping Sidon's hand between his thighs.

"All right, then." Sidon kisses his cheek before sliding his hand back up Link's body to grab him about the shoulders. "Sit up, if you would. Showing you a proper way to kiss works much better if we're on a level playing field, so to speak."

Sidon doubts Link catches any of what he's said, but the hero sighs and shoves himself up anyway. His movements lack his normal grace, and Sidon holds Link by the shoulders so he doesn't smack his head against the headboard of the bed. It's an ornate thing carved out of glass and stones, and Sidon wouldn't want Link to be in more pain than he already is. The Hylian wincing and arching his hips to keep pressure off his lower body doesn't escape Sidon's gaze. Sidon wonders for how long he's had an erection, how long he's ached for someone to touch him. He can't help but stare down in Link's lap, at his cock still hard in his shorts. With Link situated at the headboard and not likely to fall over, Sidon allows his hands to slide down Link's arms, over his flat stomach, and finally coming to a rest at his hips. His hipbones are perfect bumps in his skin, and Sidon brushes his thumbs over them. Link's trembling hands settle on his forearms again, and Sidon glances up at him.

"May I remove these?"

He fingers the waistband of Link's shorts, letting the clawless fingers of his left hand actually dip beneath the band. Link arches his chest off the headboard and nods. He scrambles to push them down himself, but Sidon bats his hands away with a chuckle. Link curls his hands under his chin while staring down at his body. He bites his lip and reaches up to cover his blushing face as Sidon tugs down on his shorts, finally freeing his prick from the restrictive material. Sidon doesn't react to the spattering of previous orgasms making a mess on Link's skin. The poor Hylian is messy at the tip and flushed dark with blood already, and Sidon has no way of telling how many times Link has come in his shorts. His heart goes out to the boy, but the sight of Link already stirred up sets his senses on fire. With Link's skin bare, his scent is free to fill up the room until there's not a breath of fresh air left. Sidon centers himself without sucking in a deep breath, knowing it would only send his blood rushing around faster and hotter.

Sidon casts Link's shorts off the side of the bed and climbs up to rest beside him. Feverish and shaking, Link leans on him and curls up as close as he can without climbing into Sidon's lap. Tutting at Link's hesitation, Sidon scoops him up and helps Link straddle him. This will work out better than his original plan anyway. Plus, Link can cling to him this way and rest his heavy head on something softer. Link's arms wind around his neck, making the stretch up as his head finds a comfortable spot in the center of Sidon's chest. Without Sidon's jewels and sashes getting in the way, there's nothing to block Link from pressing a hot cheek to his smooth skin. Even Link's thighs shiver around Sidon's sides. Petting a hand on Link's loose hair, Sidon bends down so he can kiss the blond locks.

"Are you comfortable, dear Link?"

Link hugs him tighter and tries to squeeze out every last bit of space between their bodies. Sidon yanks the sheet tangled under their legs and casts it about Link's shoulders and back. He then wraps his arm around the Hylian's waist, trying to trap the warmth their bodies generate. After a moment, Link's shivers reduce to the subtle tremble he's had all along. Sidon attributes it to the pollen exciting him. Gulping hard, Sidon rests both his hands on the blades of Link's shaking shoulder blades and drags them down to the tops of his perfect rear. Up again, over and over until Link melts against him and pants lightly on his chest. Sidon holds the back of his head with his thumbs lightly tracing Link's ears. They flick and blush under his touch, and Sidon can't help but chuckle at the reaction. The jumping of Sidon's chest as he laughs disturbs Link's stupor, and he tilts his head up in Sidon's giant hands. His eyes have even less focus than before, and Sidon drags his hands around to cup under Link's head.

"Are you with me, hero?"

Link's ears flick down as his eyes fall shut. A mix between a whine and a groan slips past his parted lips, and Sidon dives closer until they're face-to-face. Link's stuttered breath ghosts across his face, and those cerulean blues are depthless when they peel open. Link flinches in his grasp, not expecting Sidon to be so close. But he's relaxed and still putty in the prince's hands. Sidon tilts Link's head back and up, drawing his body tighter to him. Sidon watches closely as Link gasps, feels his tiny hands spasm on his shoulders. A louder groan curls out of Link's throat, and his hips jerk against Sidon's body. The hot, wet line of his cock trapped between them doesn't escape Sidon's notice, hasn't faded from his awareness since he'd pulled Link onto his lap. Sidon smiles and pets under Link's eyes until they open again.

"My sweet Link," he sighs. "I'm going to kiss you, now. Just relax and do what I do, yes?"

"Hnn..."

Sidon kisses his hot cheek and murmurs against his skin, "Good."

Sidon tilts Link's heavy head the way he needs it and curls a finger under his chin. He wants to keep Link's mouth shut, and the Hylian follows his direction. The first graze of their lips gets a muffled yelp out of Link. But he doesn't fight Sidon's hands. Sidon holds the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back and sliding in for a second. There's no depth to these, no teeth. He kisses Link to let the boy lose himself in the slide of their lips, how they part and breathe on each other. Sidon smiles into another kiss, having lost count of how many he's pecked on Link's lips. Link shifts in his hands and seeks Sidon out when they break for too long. His whines vibrate through their connection, and Sidon pulls away one last time to let out a soft laugh.

"You fascinate me, Link," he murmurs even as the Hylian tries to rock closer. "Your lips are terribly dry, though. Lick them, and I'll kiss you again."

Sidon is thankful that Link has his eyes shut, can't keep them open for longer than a second or two. Because he knows his own golden eyes must darken into black holes when Link's pink tongue slips out to do as he'd asked. Sidon follows the gentle, slow drag of Link's tongue over his dry skin, flicking out to cover his bottom lip twice for good measure. His hands flex around Link's head, and he sacrifices one to caress past Link's ear, over his cheek, until he can thumb at that pesky, lower lip. Link grunts at the touch. Sidon pauses, instantly worried that he's overstepped some sort of boundary. But Link's lips tick up in a smile, and they pucker together to kiss his thumb. A breath explodes out of Sidon's mouth as he realizes what trick Link has played on him. His thumb slips away just as Link licks the skin again. Those beautiful eyes crack open—just a tiny sliver of blue—and Sidon is helpless under their spell.

Pulling Link forward, Sidon captures that mischievous mouth before Link can close it. The very edge his tongue swiping across that gap touching both lips at once has a fresh groan tearing out of Link's throat. He does it again, and a third time until Link responds. His tongue is of course softer and smaller than Sidon's, but the graze of it is no less bold and bossy. Sidon chuckles as Link repays his teasing swipes by following the curve of his lower lip. He doesn't have the cute bow of Link's mouth, but Link seems happy enough to trace how much wider Sidon's mouth is than his. Link's nails dig into his shoulders as they part only to slip back together between breaths. Sidon's hand on the back of his head keeps Link close without trapping him. Sidon has to keep Link's head tilted at the right angle so that he doesn't break that little nose or bash Link in the forehead with the crest of his head. Link's only source of control in their kisses is to roll his hips into Sidon's stomach, finding friction on his oddly smooth skin.

Fingers twisting in Link's silky hair, Sidon yanks his head away mid-kiss. He urges Link back, farther back until his spine bows in a graceful arch. Sidon could count Link's ribs like this. Instead, he squints between their bodies with lust clouding his sight. Link's hands scramble for purchase on his chest and his pulse jumps in his neck, but his hips still jerk and roll against Sidon's stomach. A sob shakes his shoulders, and Sidon shivers at the broken sound of it. His ardor wanes at that moment, and he quickly cradles Link to his chest. He hadn't meant to hurt or frighten Link. And even if he hadn't, Link must be mad with a desire that doesn't seem to end, with blood that never seems to settle. Sidon shushes him and kisses the corner of his eye. There are no tears yet, but he suspects Link will certainly shed them at some point during his suffering.

"You're wonderful, my friend," Sidon murmurs to him. "How I wish you could enjoy being here with me, that we weren't together under such wretched circumstances."

Releasing the back of Link's head since it'd found a resting place on his chest, Sidon wiggles until he can slip said hand between them. Link jumps with Sidon's right arm wrapped around his waist again. Clawless fingers graze the messy tip of Link's erection, and the poor boy jerks even harder in Sidon's grasp.

"I won't if you don't want me to, Link." Sidon kisses the top of Link's head, thumb slipping through all the moisture pouring out of him. "Please, let me know somehow that this is all right."

Link's little teeth bite harmlessly along Sidon's collarbones. He thrusts his own hand between them and wraps it over Sidon's. His back strains under Sidon's other hand as he surges into their palms. The little Hylian alternates between panting on Sidon's skin and biting him to muffle loud moans. Regardless, Sidon revels in them as the sound vibrates into his chest. He hums and sighs above Link's trembling form as he strokes and squeezes the poor boy's cock. Again, Sidon wonders how many orgasms he's wrung out of himself, either by hand or rubbing himself against the bed. Link cries and hisses as Sidon picks up speed, thumbing more and more wetness from the tip. He'd like to shove Link onto his back and taste it all, give something better than a hand or bedding for Link to come in. But he hopes Link's head might clear after he comes and that they can discuss what he'll allow. Sidon tightens his arm around Link's waist as the little jerks of his hips become ill timed. Link twitches in his hand and chokes on a moan as he comes. Sidon just cradles him with his cheek pressed to Link's hair, shushing him and murmuring words of comfort.

"Everything will be all right, my friend. I have you, and you're safe. Hush."

"Mmm," Link hums against his collarbones.

His chest flinches with the first few spurts of his orgasm, but eventually everything calms. Sidon pays no mind to the mess on his hand and skin. He'll need warm water and a rag to wipe Link down with anyway. The poor dear is covered in sweat and is on the verge of another fever. With his clean hand, Sidon checks Link's forehead and finds his temperature rising again. Sidon pulls him to the side and sets him gently on the bed, making sure to stuff a pillow under his head. Link watches him with unfocused eyes, blinking slowly until his lids don't open again. Sidon makes good use of Link's downtime and pieces together the things he'll need to clean Link up. He ponders over food and drink choices for the young Hylian as well, wondering if Link will keep anything down. Link sleeps as Sidon washes sweat and come from his body, sleeps under his watchful and worried eyes. When everything is done and tidy, Sidon puts aside his hesitation and propriety. He scoops Link up and tucks the hero under his chin. Sidon draws the thin sheet over them and stuffs the edges under Link's back to keep him warm. Before Sidon settles in to sleep, he checks a clock hanging on the wall for the time. He'll need to know how quickly the pollen will stir Link up again, hoping that the length in between sessions will indicate it subsiding. Sighing, Sidon kisses Link's hair and lets his eyes rest as he waits.