: Learning to TouchNotes:

TWO DICKS WOOOO. Last part will be up on April 3rd in celebration of the one month release of the game =D Uh, little warning for some brief choke sex in this part. It's not what you think, pervs.

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Link stirs awake, cold and alone on his side. The cold isn't due to unforgiving ground in the forest, though. There's a sheet bunched in a ball near his feet, and it had probably covered him not too long ago. He's in a bed, surrounded by walls of a familiar shade of deep-sea blue. Even with his vision doubling and swimming, he'd recognize Zora's Domain anywhere. Blood pounding behind his eyes forces them closed again, though, and Link rolls with a groan. He must have warped to the shrine below the palace with his last ounce of strength. Damn fake fairy. Link rubs a hand over his face and finds that it's clean. The rest of him is spotless, too. Naked, even. He can't even muster up enough strength to yelp or yank the sheet over himself. There's something eating at the edge of his consciousness, anyway. He blinks as his vision swims, and even though he pants hard, not enough air can get in him. It's happening again, the same rush of blood and decay of thoughts in his head. His fingers twist in his hair, trying somehow to stop it, when the door to the room opens.

"Oh Link! You're awake!"

Of course Sidon, lovely Prince Sidon would be the one to find him. Link glances between his wrists as the prince stands with food and water balanced on a tray. The charming smile on his face slips as he takes in Link's white knuckled grip on his hair and how he curls up into a ball.

"Oh dear."

Sidon abandons his burden on a table across the room before eating the space between them with a few strides. He kneels at the edge of the bed where Link cowers and reaches out with a hand to his hair.

"Please, don't hurt yourself," he begs. He untangles Link's fingers and presses his hands into the mattress. "Everything will be all right, my friend. You're safe."

Link nods after a few seconds of staring at that handsome face. He'd missed Sidon and the prince's gentle way of speaking. Sidon's voice and encouraging words make him flush more than normal. Any other day, he could bottle it all and hide it. But when Sidon smiles at him and tucks some hair behind his ear, Link has to turn his face towards the pillow to hide. Sidon must think nothing of Link's shy attitude, because he merely pet's Link's hair before standing. With Sidon's back to him, Link uncovers his face to glance around. Where had his armor gone? His weapons and the Sheikah Slate? Before worry can upset his stomach, Sidon returns with the tray and sits beside Link's legs. He places the tray between them and gestures to it with his hand.

"We weren't sure what you could stomach in your condition, so the best thought we had was soup. And water."

Link frowns up at Sidon without looking at the food. We who?

"Oh." Sidon perks up once he realizes Link's confusion. "I brought you to a healer when my fellow Zora found you collapsed at the shrine near the entrance to the palace. She cleaned you up and left you in my care. I consulted with her before requesting food for you. I do hope you like soup..."

Link can't help but laugh at that—a soft, almost negligible chuckle. But Sidon catches it and smiles at him. He's used to Sidon's dashing, enthusiastic grins that show off all his teeth and brighten his gold eyes. But this is different. It's delicate at the edges and soft all around. It takes Link's breath away, and he's never been more thankful for his own silent nature. Sidon waves him closer, trying to urge him to sit up. Link spares a glance to his naked state before throwing away his embarrassment. If some time has passed, enough for him to undergo an examination and bath by a stranger, then Sidon must be used to seeing him like this. Sidon certainly doesn't bat an eye at all his pale skin on display. A fresh blush pinks Link's cheeks when he thinks about Sidon waiting for him to wake up, watching him fuss in his sleep and revealing his body one kick at a time. Sidon sits now, patiently waiting for Link to eat. But when Link tries to pick up the spoon offered to him, he can't hold it steady. A tremble in his hand almost makes a mess of everything.

Sidon's hand around his on the handle of the spoon steadies it all. Link sighs and bows his head as Sidon gently takes the spoon from him. The prince shuffles everything around and ends up sitting near Link's hip. He leaves the tray on the other side of himself and holds the soup bowl and spoon in his hands. There's a light flush to his white cheeks as he bites his lower lip and avoids Link's gaze for a moment. But Link's silence always wins out in situations like these, and eventually Sidon looks at him again.

"Will you let me help you, my friend?" Sidon gestures to the soup with a slight jerk of his hands. "It would be my pleasure."

What other choice does he really have? His stomach is an empty pit right now, and he'd love to at least rid himself of one ache. This one is the least embarrassing, even with Sidon offering to feed him like this. His mouth is dry, and his lips are oddly tender. Reaching up to brush them reveals nothing other than chapped skin. Sidon sucks in a breath when he does that, but Link doesn't bother interrogating him about it with a silent stare. He's starting to sweat like he had at the fake fountain, and if he's about to faint again, he'd at least like food first. Sighing, Link shuffles on his rear and leans forward with his mouth open, resigned to his fate. Sidon doesn't hesitate after that, and the embarrassing task of feeding the hero like an invalid begins. Link tries not to think about how demeaning this is, how his stomach sort of clenches up even though he's ravenous. Sidon doesn't say anything during the ordeal, which Link is endlessly thankful for. Having others takes care of him like this... It doesn't sit right. He wishes it didn't matter, especially because Sidon is so caring of everyone. Sidon was the one he'd thought of just before he'd collapsed at the fake fountain. Sidon would be the one he'd feel most comfortable around naked and feeble. Link holds a hand up at one point as Sidon tries to offer him more, and the prince sits back with the soup as Link settles himself. He tries to reach for the water, and Sidon jumps to uncork the bottle and hand it to him.

"I'm terribly sorry about all this," Sidon says as he drinks. "I can't imagine how uncomfortable this must be, how..." His white cheeks blush again, and he doesn't finish his thought.

Link hands him the water while lifting an eyebrow at him, waiting for Sidon to continue. The prince gathers everything on the tray and takes his time walking it back to the table far from the bed. Link sits up straight and cranes his head to watch Sidon's strong back bow forward as he braces his hands on the table. Where had this tension come from? Had he woken up at some point and made a fool of himself? A sigh bursting out from Sidon shakes Link from those thoughts. The prince whips around on his heel and makes straight for Link with his eyes pinning the hero to the spot. Sidon chooses a spot even closer than last time, and he instantly scoops Link's weak hands up to hold them. Sidon had taken his hands like this a few times before, the first time after he'd returned from reclaiming Vah Ruta. But the way the prince pets the backs of his hands and squeezes his fingers is different. Link lifts his head to find Sidon watching him, those gold eyes somehow darker and softer than usual. Sidon sighs again and urges one of Link's hands up, and he kisses the knuckles without hesitation. Link's face heats up immediately until his heartbeat thunders behind his eyes. Sidon lowers his hand back to the bed, but he doesn't let go of either.

"Did I hurt you at all, Link?" Sidon's expression turns down with worry as he watches Link blush hotly. "I tried my best to establish some sort of consent, but I'm not sure if you understood at all what was happening. I'm sick with guilt that I've taken advantage of you, my friend."

Taken advantage? Link spares a glance to his body, even though the thought of Sidon touching him in....intimate places is certainly exciting. But there's no evidence of such: no bruises, no teeth marks. But Sidon bows his head, full of remorse, and Link scrambles to correct his thinking. He's confused about what Sidon could be talking about, but the prince could never take advantage of him. Link admits to himself that he would welcome Sidon's touch, whatever Sidon would allow. Link scoots down the bed despite his legs protesting the short kicks he makes. Sidon doesn't lift his head at Link's close proximity, so Link ducks his until Sidon has to look at him. His face is that of someone who has lost a friend or a loved one. Link wiggles one of his hands free to careful drag his fingers along Sidon's jaw. He could swear he's never touched Sidon like this, but the gesture is familiar. Curling his fingers under Sidon's eye is familiar, too, and the prince sighs while turning into the caress.

"Please know that I would never hurt you, Link," he confesses with his lips brushing the sensitive inner skin of Link's wrist. "I would sooner wander under one of Vah Ruta's mighty feet at let her step on me than do that."

Link snorts at the dramatics, but a glance at Sidon's mournful eyes takes the humor out of the situation. Sidon reaches up to cover Link's hand on his cheek, and they shiver at the contact.

"Did... Did you at least enjoy our time together? I'm not sure of any other way to help you, if you didn't..."

Link frowns up at him. It's not angry or sad, but terribly confused. What had he and Sidon done? And why does the prince's hand covering his feel right? Normally, he'd flinch away from people touching him, but Sidon's skin on his is natural, a pleasant thing. Link's eyes are drawn to the neutral expression of Sidon's lips. Sidon mimics his staring, and Link shivers as if someone had plucked a string in his heart. Sidon's skin and lips are all on the edge of his thoughts like watching someone kiss and hold the prince who looks like him. Link shakes his head to dispel the disjointed images in his head. His curiosity must be sated, and he slips his hand from under Sidon's. He doesn't go far, just enough so that his fingertips trip over Sidon's lips. The prince goes deathly still under him with wide eyes and controlled breaths. Link swallows hard as the tension seeps into Sidon again. But this doesn't seem wrong. Link finds himself stretching up, tilting his head in a way that only his muscles seem to know is correct. He waits until they're close, until their breaths mingle and Sidon has yet to dodge him. Link lets his hand fall to Sidon's chest, and he kisses the prince.

It can't be the first time, he thinks as Sidon's hand flies up to cup the back of his head. Maybe he'd dreamed it, but he's moaned against this mouth before, parted his lips and felt Sidon's rough tongue lick at the space between them. Link sinks down, and Sidon follows him. Back and farther back Link falls until Sidon guides his head to a pillow. The prince braces a hand into the pillow under Link as he pecks little kisses to Link's willing lips. Link throws an arm around Sidon's neck and yanks until the prince falls on top of him. Sidon's moan surprises Link, and he grins into the deeper kiss he's coaxed Sidon into. A thick thigh slides between his legs, and Link snaps his body against it. He's hard—when did that happen?—and writhing on Sidon's thigh is the best thing he's ever felt. His head sinks into the pillow when he tears his mouth from Sidon's, and a needy whine rips out of him. Where had all this come from? He grips Sidon's biceps until little crescent moon marks mar the skin. Sidon shudders above him, too, and a warm hand cups his pink cheek. Link blinks up at him. There's a soft smile on Sidon's face, one that he's seen before. But it wasn't him, it was someone else... Was it? Why can't he remember?

"I'm glad to see you learned a bit from the little lesson I gave you earlier."

There's a smirk on Sidon's lips, but it morphs into a frown when Link stares at his chin, refusing to make eye contact. Sidon swoops down, slowly so Link doesn't flinch, and presses one last, long kiss to his lips. Link sighs when they part, and he has to shake his head at Sidon's remark. He removes his nails from the prince's skin and taps his forehead. Glancing at Sidon from under his lashes, Link shakes his head again. Sidon's face falls and sadness creeps into his beautiful eyes.

"So, you don't remember anything we'd done?"

Link bites his lower lip as he hesitates to shake his head again. He has snippets, grazes of fingers and lips on his skin, the heat of someone touching him where no one else has. Or at least no one has since he'd risen from stasis. Thinking about it, he's still hard against Sidon's thigh, and he hopes the prince doesn't mind. Link gulps before craning his head up for another kiss. Sidon gives it to him without a thought. Sidon hums at the simple slide of their mouths, and when they part he stays tucked down with Link, letting his breath flow over Link's chin.

"You remember this, though. You must."

Eyes fluttering shut, Link nods. A chuckle from Sidon puffs against his chin, and the prince kisses his cheek.

"I'm glad to know that at least you enjoyed that. That I haven't ruined our friendship."

Link shakes his head and tugs Sidon down by wrapping his arms around the prince's neck. Sidon comes willingly and nuzzles the side of his head. Sidon's weight on him is pleasant. It's much better than the fog creeping into his brain, slowing his thoughts and slicing the connections from one thought to another. He holds Sidon tighter and tighter, desperate to cling to the one person who's always supported him since the beginning of his quest. He's all jumbled up inside, and the higher his fever rises the more panic sets in. He doesn't want this unbearable pressure and heat behind his eyes again, doesn't want to forget if Sidon holds him and touches him again. Sidon senses his struggle and forces himself up, far enough away that he can press the back of his hand to Link's burning forehead.

"It's starting again. You lasted about two hours."

Link shakes his head frantically and tugs on the fins draping down beside Sidon's face. No, he doesn't want that! He doesn't want this awful drowning again! Sidon's eyes widen as he takes in Link's gray complexion, the crazed look in his eyes. He's afraid. For the first time since waking up, he's actually afraid. Sidon had said it's starting again, and Link knows it's true. His gut is twisting and his heart is nearly about to burst out of his chest. He's hard, still hard somehow! But he can't stop it, even while his mental faculties are still here, and he knows they won't be for much longer. He can't stop it.

"Oh Link, my dear friend, please don't cry." Sidon sinks down to brush their cheeks together, wiping away stray tears Link can't fight. "Everything will be all right, Link. I have you, sweet one. You're safe."

And Sidon does make him feel safe. The rest of him is spiraling out of control, but Sidon lying half on top of him is safe. Sidon wouldn't let anything happen to him. Link clings to that thought as Sidon rises again. His hands pet at Link's hair and thumb his tears away. And he'd thought Sidon feeding him was embarrassing. Link shoves his hands between Sidon's to hide his face and catch his own tears before they fall. Sidon chuckles and gently takes his wrists, pulling his hands away. Link blinks up at him and sniffles. He wants to turn away so that Sidon won't look at him, but that soft, vulnerable smile is unfurling on his handsome face again. Link is powerless to watch Sidon smile and sigh at him. He leans down to kiss Link's blushing cheek, up along his jaw, and finally his ear. The first graze of grinning lips on his ear has Link bursting out in laughter and jumping under Sidon's weight. Ticklish ears, who could have known? Sidon laughs as he strains to kiss Link's ear again, even blowing air along the lobe when Link shoves at his chest. Sidon leaves his sensitive ears alone at that and covers Link's hands on his chest. Panting lightly, Link flicks hair out of his eyes with a puff of air and watches Sidon smile down at him.

"No more tears, Link. I beg of you." Sidon bends down while bringing Link's hands up to kiss his fingers. "This will all pass eventually. I won't let anything happen to you."

Link hums and arches his chest off the bed, shivering as cold air pours over him. It reminds him that he's naked and tingling everywhere, especially where Sidon's leg is warm between his. Link slips his hands out from under Sidon's and leaves them to curl uselessly beside his head. As a second thought, Link smiles up at the prince and curls his fingers, trying to coax Sidon to come down and kiss him. He can't understand why that feels so good, why he wants more. But he can't worry about that when a grinning Sidon does his bidding and smothers him in another kiss. Sidon even hums against him when Link grabs onto his fins again. Link's never touched a Zora here, and he takes care to not yank too hard. The fin in Link's right hand has scars on it, and he avoids touching them at first. But his fingertips inevitably brush the outer edge, and Sidon jerks against him. They break apart from another breath-stealing kiss, and Link drinks in the sight of Sidon panting with his gold eyes wide. Link lips his dry lips, and Sidon bows his head with his teeth biting his lower lip.

Link's fingers caress the scars again, and Sidon gasps out, "Link please, you don't know what you're doing to me."

The lust clouding his brain prevents Link from deciding if that's a good thing or not. He wants to open his mouth and tell Sidon all the things he wants, that he wants Sidon to hold him down and stop him from floating away. Kissing the prince is wonderful and exciting, but what else is in store for them? Link's eyes stray to Sidon's hands, hands that certainly dwarf his everything. They must be gentle, right? Sidon would hold him close and touch him wherever Link wanted. Sidon's hands can chase away this terrible, burning ache under his skin. Would they leave bruises on his hips? He can barely imagine such things, and the little he can makes him break out in a sweat. He wants to touch Sidon, too. But the strength in his arms is draining, and he drops his hands back to the bed with a thump. Sidon shivers and drags his own hands up Link's arms. He rubs warmth into them until all the little hairs on Link's arms calm down. Just lying there with Sidon touching him so carefully, so chastely helps clear his head a little bit. He actually hears Sidon when the prince asks him a question.

"Are you with me, Link?"

Link sighs to the ceiling and holds out a hand, palm down, and wiggles it. Somewhat? It's all about to make a turn, but he's fighting it anyway. Sidon gets a hand under his head and scoops Link up, setting him against the headboard of the bed. When his head rolls to the side, Sidon holds his jaw so that they can see each other.

"You're about to go under, my darling."

Oh, that's nice, Link decides with a sloppy smile on his face. Sidon's soft voice murmuring sweet things to him gets Link's heart beating faster. He wants Sidon to call him that more, to murmur all his sweet pet names and terms of endearment. Sidon smiles at him and caresses his face as they both sigh.

"I'm not sure how long these states of arousal last, but touching you seems to help. You fell right asleep the first time."

First time? Oh, the kissing he doesn't remember. He wishes he did. Sidon must have taken such good care of him...

Sidon pats his cheek to bring Link back to their conversation. There's a pink blush on the prince's cheeks, and Link wishes he had the strength to cup Sidon's face and feel him heat up.

"I understand," Sidon begins slowly, "if you don't want to. But... I would like to help you however I can."

Link nods and assumes that means more kissing, more Sidon. He'll take whatever Sidon will give him.

Sidon curls his finger around a lock of Link's hair before asking, "Is there anywhere you don't want me to touch you? Anywhere, Link. I will respect your wishes and your trust, just let me know."

He can think of plenty of places where he wants Sidon's hands right now. But the prince watches him with concern and some of that sadness from before creeping into his eyes. Link shakes himself and sits up. He nearly slumps over into his own legs, but Sidon catches him with a hand spread out in the middle of his chest. Link hums at that and drags Sidon's hand lower. This feels familiar, the wide spread of Sidon's palm over his cock. The prince doesn't even flinch when Link does it, and he forces his head up to gauge Sidon's reaction. It's all soft smiles and golden eyes. Link grunts and he gets his knees under himself and crawls into Sidon's lap. He drapes his arms around the prince's neck and sags against him. He's nearly breathless just from this, and Sidon quickly shuffles his hands about to steady Link. Link misses the hot pressure of his hand, but he can't let go of Sidon long enough to drag his hand back between his legs. Everything is foggy and fading out, even Sidon's voice in his ear.

"...Link?"

Groaning, Link peels himself off Sidon's chest and rocks back enough to see his eyes. The fear from before is curling in his chest again, choking him. Sidon slips a hand up from his waist to cup his cheek, and that quells some of the tar-like fear lurking inside him. Sidon would never hurt him, Link remembers. Sidon cares about him enough to ask if this is all right, where he's allowed to touch. Link wants him everywhere, but he doesn't know how to tell him. Link whines against Sidon's hand and turn so that more sounds are muffled in his palm. He jumps in Sidon's lap, impatient with all this burning and tingling. How do they make it stop? Clawless fingers drag down his spine, over the swell of his ass. Link shudders, because he isn't expecting that to feel good. He knocks his thighs wider and sways against Sidon's other hand still holding his face. His fingertips are dangerously close to slipping between his cheeks, touching that hot, wet spot that Link has ignored this whole time. He doesn't remember his body, doesn't remember how it reacts to people touching him and holding him. He's never thought to touch himself there on his lonely, needy nights. Should he be wet between his cheeks? Is that normal? Link struggles to figure everything out on the fly like this. At least Sidon seems to know. He doesn't question how Link's body responds, doesn't pull his hand away in disgust or curiosity. Sidon must know.

"Here?" He asks. "Can I, Link?"

Link bucks back against his hand and nods frantically. The locks of hair in front of his ears go flying, nearly hitting them both, but Link doesn't care. Of course, he wants to cry! Anything, Sidon can have anything. All of him, if he wants. Link's frustration with his voice is almost at the tipping point again. But he refuses to cry a second time during this brief period of lucidity. He swallows hard and focuses on Sidon's warm hands, on the whistle of air that slips past his sharp teeth as he breathes. Link smoothes his hands up Sidon's chest and clutches at his shoulders. When he's centered again, he opens his eyes to find Sidon watching him, blushing darker than ever. Link sucks in a breath and nods. He needs to make sure Sidon knows he made that decision with his head still on his shoulders. He hasn't floated away, yet. He's still holding on by a few threads. Sidon's hand on his ass isn't helping, but he never wants that to stop. Link shuffles on his knees—still in Sidon's lap—and nods again with his head bowed, staring at his cock. He still can't wrap his muddled brain around the fact that he's been hard this whole time. No one has even touched him. Rubbing on Sidon certainly isn't enough to maintain an erection. It's painful, and Link winces just staring at himself.

Wanting something else to focus on, Link's eyes trail to Sidon's lap below him. For the first time since he awoke in Zora's Domain, he notices that the sashes and metal adornments Sidon usually wears are absent. Zora are usually naked, but Sidon sitting with him without any of his royal accoutrements has Link shivering and twitching in his lap. He's never thought about Zoras beyond admiring their jewel-like eyes and their fierce strength. What does Sidon look like when he's aroused? Link lifts his head enough to blink at the prince watching him. There are plenty of Zora children running around, so they must have... Link's gaze drops back to their laps, and his mind turns fuzzy while he tries to imagine what a Zora cock might look like. Even alone at night, when he sets up by a campfire and urges tempt him until he gives in, he's never fantasized about a Zora before. His hands itch on Sidon's shoulders, and he wonders if the prince will let him touch and reach for things, too. A cold sweat breaks out on the back of Link's neck, and he shivers. He's almost delirious with how much he wants that.

Sidon chuckles above him as his starring goes on. A red finger curls under his chin and lifts his head. His mouth hangs open a bit, and Link's teeth click when he snaps it shut. Sidon is all teeth as he grins at Link, all affection as he watches Link try to keep his head up.

"You're adorable, Link," Sidon chuckles. "You cannot speak, and yet your face is an open book to me sometimes."

His tone has Link flushing and darting his eyes back down to their laps. Is his hunger that obvious? The more he loses his head, the more Link allows his imagination to wander. Would Sidon let him crawl over him and kiss him like Sidon does to his cheek? Sidon's skin is smooth and meant for the water. Link enjoys rubbing his hands over Sidon's shoulders, but how would it feel on his lips? Link's never spent the lonely nights curled up by a fire imagining kneeling in front of a man, but Sidon's figure fits well in the fantasy. He blushes when he realizes he might not have to kneel at all. Link shivers, and the fantasy changes. He wants something more intimate, more tactile than that. He could probably coax Sidon to lie down facing him, and they could kiss while their hands roam over each other. Link knows so little about how to make this good for Sidon, too. If the prince has to suffer his muddled brain and his needy body, then shouldn't he find release, too?

Sidon hums and draws him in for a kiss, which distracts Link from wondering about Zora anatomy. Link perks up and scrambles at Sidon's shoulders to keep him close. When Sidon pulls back with a new smirk, Link grumbles and caresses his jaw, wanting him to continue.

"My dear Link, are you still with me?"

Link blinks up at Sidon with his brows wrinkling in the middle. Of course he's here. Where else would he be? He nods, but all Sidon does his chuckle at him.

"Are you truly?"

Lips twisting into a frown, Link huffs at the prince and hides his face in Sidon's neck. Sidon's voice is like hot water over aching muscles, but he doesn't have to tease like that. Sidon bows his head as Link hangs onto him, and the pin prick pain of his teeth feeling along Link's shoulder shocks him. He doesn't jerk in Sidon's arms thankfully, but his hips roll against Sidon's stomach. The slight pain of teeth on him is new, but the dip and wave of his hips seeking friction on smooth skin is familiar. He must have done this while they kissed last time. Link throws his head out of Sidon's way and pants as the prince places gentle bites up and down his neck. The first time, did Sidon hold him down? Or did Link cling to him as he sought release to this constant ache? Maybe Sidon had thrown him into the bed and held his legs up while kissing and licking him. He gushes into Sidon's skin and lets a moan slip out to match his imaginary self's wanton cry. Sidon chuckles with his shoulder in his mouth, and Link cries louder. He almost fights Sidon when those teeth leave his flesh with a wet sound. No one had said anything about stopping! Link slaps at Sidon's shoulder and sags against him.

"I couldn't resist you, Link," Sidon murmurs into his ear before kissing the sensitive lobe. "You are beautiful, and I can't deny my desires."

Boldness surges up in Link like lava erupting from the earth. Eyes heavily lidded, Link stares at Sidon under the cover of his eyelashes as he reaches down. He may not know what Sidon's cock looks like, be can take a guess as to where it will be. He knows Zora women and men are smooth all along their bodies, rather than like Hylians with their flesh out for everyone to see. Link's dry fingers snag and trip over Sidon's perfect skin, searching for... something. There has to be something here. Below the navel, Link grazes his fingers where he knows there's coarse, blond hair leading down to his own cock. There's nothing here that might give away Sidon's genitals—not a bump, not a swelling, nothing. Swallowing hard, Link doesn't look away as he smoothes his palm as far as he can reach. The prince's golden eyes slide shut as he hums. The tiny smile on his face throws Link off, though.

"Lower." Sidon's voice rumbles from deep in his chest. "Here."

Sidon guides his hand to the correct place. Link has to bow his back to follow. From his shoulders to his chest and beyond, Sidon's skin is seamless and smooth. But here at the V of his legs, there's a soft spot. Link almost glances down, but he wants to watch Sidon's face. Blessedly, those golden eyes remain shut as Sidon guides him. But there's a flush darkening the white skin of Sidon's cheeks, and Link eats it up. Link loudly sucks in air when the soft spot gives and his fingers dip inside the prince. His face heats up and blood roars in his ears. What craziness as he gotten himself into? But Sidon hums near his lips, and his eyes roll behind his lids. Link controls his breathing as Sidon squeezes his wrist before letting go. Finally, Link can't take it anymore and he has to look down.

Sidon's body had been unbroken and perfect where his hand is. Now, his body opens up, revealing pink flesh that's wet with something shiny like saliva. His fingers trace the edges where Sidon's white flesh gives to this pretty pink. The prince's hips jerk under him, and Link stares with his mouth gaping as Sidon opens more. From the meat of Link's thumb all the way to his index finger, Sidon's body gives and parts under his tender caress. Link's pointy ears flick and blush dark at the wet, filthy sound he's coaxing out of the prince. Link sucks in a breath and bites his lower lip as he curls his fingers deeper. He brushes something firm and warm. Two somethings, actually. Link's jaw falls back open as two hot points of contact rub against his hand, moving on their own. They bully against his fingers, and when Link removes himself from Sidon's body, what must be his cock—cocks—follow and peek out. They're coral in color like the soft spot they've risen from. He can't tell yet how long they are, but what's already slipped out fascinates him. With tips shaped like the bowl of a spoon, they drip fluid and seek out his hand that's hovering nearby. The shafts below that widen, bigger and bigger as more of him comes out. If Link were lying down, he knows he'd bring his face close enough to kiss them, maybe feel brave enough to take one in his mouth. That image—of his mouth stuffed with curious and squirming cock—has all his blood pooling below, making him throb. Blinking haze out of his eyes, Link drags his fingers along the soft tips and marvels as they bend to touch him. His own cock can twitch and flex some, but nothing like this!

A deep chuckle puffing against his hair has Link yanking his head up. Sidon's eyes are nearly all black, and he's never felt a chill quite like now when Sidon grins at him.

"Am I to your liking, then?"

Link trembles still straddling one of Sidon's thighs, and he nods his head in a quick jerk. Sidon's eyes slip shut, and he exhales long and hard through his mouth. The wet tips of his cocks have slid up to Link's wrist, and he's terrified to look down and find out there's still more to come out. But they don't stop, bumping gently up his forearm and nearly cuddling against him. All the hairs on Link's body stand up despite the furnace they create with their heat. His hand flexes, catching one cock completely. Link groans as his fingers trip over ridges that are harder than the rest of the shaft. And Sidon widens, girth increasing to an impressive amount with how long his cocks are. Link can't get his hand all the way around the one he's captured. Holding both together would take two hands larger than his. Link shudders and gives the friendly thing a squeeze. Sidon jumps under him and groans without holding anything back. The call fills the room like a storm cloud and breaks over them as it echoes. It shocks Link enough to where he trips over his next breath, and he has to squeeze Sidon again to see what happens.

Through narrow slits, Sidon stares at him as Link teases his cocks. Again, Link shivers at the expression—something predatory and hungry that he's never witnessed from a Zora. And yet Sidon's hands remain gentle on his hips. Link think he might feel Sidon's pulse through their skin, but that might be the pollen just helping him feel his own blood thrumming through his body. Another deep rumble in Sidon's chest is Link's only warning before those hands tighten on his hips. They lift him up until he's straddling Sidon's thighs, and Sidon braces his clawed hand in the small of Link's back. Link sways as the prince forces them together, trapping his painful erection between his own strange cocks. They rub against him and squeeze him with the same dexterity as a hand—only they're wet and persistent. Link's spine bows in a perfect arch as Sidon's cocks writhe against him and stroke him. A hand sinks into his hair and draws him back so that Sidon can steal his breath in a kiss. Meanwhile, his cocks seem fascinated with Link's foreskin. They wrap around him tightly enough to drag it up and over his head. When they stroke back down, they squirm song all the sensitive skin it reveals, and those slippery caresses drive Link's blood hotter and faster around his body. Link rips his mouth from Sidon's and braces his sweaty forehead on his shoulder. This way, he has a perfect view of them squirming and teasing him.

A smirk blooms against his ear as Sidon murmurs, "Good?"

Link's eyes flutter shut. It's better than anything he could do to himself, better than anything he could imagine. Sidon cups the back of his head and pets his hair all while Link pants. His hips roll weakly to thrust against Sidon's cocks, but his head is swimming and he can't keep it going. He's winding up inside, fire burning hot and bright behind his navel. Sidon will make him come just from this. He must know it's happening, because Sidon lifts his head and thumbs at his lip as he trembles. Link gasps and cries as Sidon watches him. His lengths never stop their insistent rubbing and squeezing. And Sidon keeps him close with his hand still on Link's back, although his fingers dip down to graze the swell of his ass. Eyes rolling back in his head, Link's mouth hangs open in a silent cry as he comes between their bodies. Link jerks in Sidon's lap, trying to hold on with his thighs pressed firmly to the prince's. The heat in his stomach dies down some, but even after he comes, he stays hard. Link sobs down at his body as he sags into Sidon's arms. He can think some, now, but his cock still hard and sensitive frustrates him. What will it take?

Powerful hands lift him up again and settle him on his back. Link is tacky between his legs and ass, but Sidon doesn't give the chill of the room a chance to make him uncomfortable. Sidon slots between his legs and towers over him, hands petting his sweaty face and tucking his hair back. Link's hands shake terribly as they reach for Sidon, and they find purchase on Sidon's forearms. Sidon bends down to kiss the sweat away from Link's neck and shoulder. The marks from his teeth are still present, and Link turns his head away to offer the skin to him again. Instead, Sidon kisses the marks and nuzzles the space between his neck and shoulder.

"It was not enough, my sweet, but I have something else in mind that might sate you."

Link slaps a hand out to snag one of Sidon's wrists. He barely even blushes as he guides Sidon's hand between his legs and presses his fingers to his hole. Sidon's loud inhale tickles Link, and he smiles in his weak state. He rocks against Sidon's fingers and releases his hand when he's sure Sidon won't pull away. Sidon curls over him, kissing his chest and his collarbones as he teases around Link's entrance. Link sucks in air through his open mouth with every firm press against his resistance. He rocks and sways into Sidon's hand, almost moving the bed under them. Sidon's lips peck at the corner of his mouth, and Link strikes out lightning fast to seize a fin in his hand. He yanks Sidon forward and steals a kiss, demanding the prince give him what he wants. Sidon just grins against his mouth and slips through the wetness at his hole. Link jumps and rips his mouth away with a yell when Sidon sinks into him.

"U-uhhh, hah," Link groans against Sidon's cheek.

"Yes?" A smile tickles him before Sidon presses a kiss to his slack lips.

The webbing between his fingers prevents him from slipping deeper, so Sidon pulls out only to bully two fingers into Link. That rips a cry out of the pretty Hylian, and Sidon groans in harmony. Link grinds his hips down to try and get more of Sidon in him. But the prince pins him to the bed with his right hand curling over his hip. Link whines and forces his eyes open, hoping to appeal to Sidon's desires. He finds Sidon already watching him, his gaze that same animalistic thing when Link had stroked his cocks. Link cranes his head up for another kiss, and Sidon plunders him with a moan. Link marvels at how rough Sidon's tongue is, so different from the texture of his lips or the rest of his skin. It grazes along his lips and teases his tongue much like Sidon tortures him below. Soft touches and thrusts that slip out slowly before dipping back inside. Link shakes under him and gasps as they separate. He wishes he could beg, wishes he could scream for Sidon to give him more.

For once, the goddess seems to hear his prayers and gives Link what he wants. Sidon slips out of his body and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek before asking, "Do you want me, Link?"

Link nods and whines as he paws at Sidon's chest. His cries turn frantic when Sidon shifts beyond his grasp. No, he can't bear to be alone. He needs Sidon with him. But Sidon doesn't get far, just sits up on his knees to crawl up to the headboard where Link lies. He rolls Link onto his side and rests behind him. Wherever Sidon's hands settle, Link covers them with his own. But Sidon chuckles in his ear and brushes Link's hands away. The prince's hum tickles his ear again as he gets a large hand between Link's thighs and urges the top leg up towards Link's chest. Link wonders what this is about for a split second before two familiar, wet points slips between his cheeks. Link throws his head back into Sidon's chest and cries out as his cocks squirm and twirls against his entrance. Sidon doesn't even have a hand to help them—one is curled above Link's head and the other holds his leg up. His cocks are strong and firm enough to tease him and dip inside him all on their own. The wet sensation of them squirming into him is maddening, and Link buries his face with his mouth open in a pillow.

"You're beautiful, Link," Sidon groans in his ear. His pelvis is flat along Link's lower back and ass. He doesn't have to move to thrust inside him. "Please, don't hold back. I want to hear you."

Link claws at the pillow under his head and cants his hips back. He can take more, and if Sidon wants to hear him that badly, then he better give more. Sidon groans in his ear and finally moves, rocking his hips to help shift his cocks inside him. Link's vision swims and darkens as the squirming things brush along a sensitive place inside him. He jumps and peeks out from the pillow to stare down at his cock. It's a pathetic thing, gushing at the tip like he hadn't come moments ago. Rubbing against the bed isn't nearly enough; Sidon inside him isn't nearly enough. His cocks curl over that spot again, and Link throws a hand behind him to scramble at Sidon's shoulder. The prince kisses his ear and cheek, anything he can get at. He hums at Link's frantic scratching on his shoulder. Link can crane his head just far enough to see Sidon watching him through the narrow slits of his eyes. Link begs with moans and bucks of his hips for more. He wants bruises and teeth, for Sidon to hold him down. He can barely keep his head on his shoulders, but he knows he wants that.

Sidon sits up so that he can stare down at Link's body. Link twists, needing to see Sidon's face above him. When those gold eyes stray over his cock, Sidon frowns. He briefly releases Link's thigh to wrap a hand around his shaft. Link's chest arches away from Sidon's body, and he squeezes the cocks in him. A sloppy grin breaks on his face when Sidon gasps. His grin is short lived, because the prince jerks him faster as revenge. But he's so sensitive, still tingly all over his cock that it hurts. Link bites his lower lip and catches Sidon's wrist in his limp hand. Sidon slows to a stop with his brutal strokes, and Link urges his hand away. Sidon shushes his little whines and pins Link's hip to the bed before pulling out. Link's hands immediately strain and reach for him, desperate to have Sidon back in him. But the prince just smiles and picks him up, positioning Link on his knees. Link groans as Sidon's hands coax him into turning around, and Link buries his hands in the mattress once he's facing the headboard. Sidon's large hands sweep up and down his back, soothing the lusty tremble he can't seem to stop.

"Steel yourself, my friend," Sidon chuckles.

He shuffles behind Link and grabs his hips, squeezing until it hurts. Link bows his back as much as he can, and Sidon lets him go for a brief second to trace the curve of his spine. Link shivers and rocks against his body, jumping when Sidon's cocks slip between his cheeks and curl over his entrance. Link tears at the pillow under him and groans and bucks back on Sidon's body—anything to entice the prince back inside him. Sidon chuckles above him and grinds against his ass. His cocks easily slip through the mess of his rim and dip in him. Link's eyes roll back as he's filled again, taking Sidon all the way to the widest parts his shafts. Sidon's body heat curls over his back as the prince hovers over him. Teeth prick at his shoulder, the same shoulder Sidon had bitten earlier. Link tosses his head the other way so that Sidon can have him. But he backs off after a quick nibble only to brush his lips along Link's blushing ear.

"I'm about to get a little rough with you," Sidon purrs.

Link can't even nod before Sidon makes good on that promise. Link's hands slip where they're holding him up as Sidon slams his hips back on his cocks. Blond hair whips around as Link throws his head back and nearly screams to the headboard. With Sidon pounding behind him, his cocks thrust and squirm deeper in Link, pressing the thickest parts where he's sensitive. Link's hands slip as Sidon doesn't let up, and Link clings to the pillow under him for dear life. Every smack of their bodies forces a whine out of him, and he can barely breathe he's so full. Sidon isn't silent behind him, either. The prince pants and groans his name, growls awful things that Link's blushing ears can't make out over the roar of his blood. Link's inattention must not satisfy Sidon, because he slips a hand from one of Link's hips and fists his hair. His pale throat is exposed as Sidon yanks his head back, blocking off his air as the prince thunders into his body.

Thighs trembling, Link sucks in air to try and clear his head. He remembers faintly that Sidon liked it when he fought back, showed some obstinacy. Link arches his back to release some strain on his hair caught in Sidon's hand and clenches as hard as he can around his cocks. Another low growl is his reward, and Sidon untangles his hand from Link's hair. He hasn't a moment to sigh or relax before that large hand wraps around the back of his neck. Sidon's fingers dig into the side of his windpipe, choking him while still fucking him. Link's vision blackens at the edges for a different reason now. He goes still against Sidon's rolling hips and slips a hand down his stomach to find his cock. He's full and breathless, and he just wants release. His fingers slipping through all the precome gushing out of his cock makes his grip tricky. But Link groans with what little air he has and fists himself, not even bothering to tease his prick. The slip of Sidon in and out of him is a rushing, maddening sensation that he can't keep up with. The pressure inside him is just too good, too much. Sidon's hand around his neck forces Link's upper body down to the mattress, and Link fights to turn his head so that his mouth is free. He twitches around Sidon's cocks and whines as he strokes himself. He just wants to come, just wants to lie in peace and not have to get hard again. Please, he'll do anything!

"My sweet Link," Sidon rasps into his ear, voice destroyed and ragged at the edges. "Please come, darling. I want you to."

Sidon shudders against his back and goes still. The pressure inside him and on his neck hasn't let up, but he's aware of Sidon freezing on top of him. Link sucks in a gasp, not enough air, when the cocks in him twitch and swell. He can't scream, just lets his mouth fall open as Sidon comes in him. Link's fist is a vice around his own cock as it all becomes too much, too much pressure on his sweet spot. And then Sidon's hand slips from his neck, allowing air to crash in his lungs again. Link can finally sob, finally scream as he explodes. The heat in his gut blessedly unwinds and finds an exit through his cock, spurting a pitiful amount of come on the sheets below him. Link rips his hand away as soon as his orgasm rolls through him. It's too much for his sensitive skin, too much with Sidon still stuffed inside him. Link collapses into the bed even as Sidon lingers behind him. He must look silly hanging off his dicks, but he can't even care. The prince sighs behind him, pets his back, and then grunts as he pulls out. Link buries his face in the pillow when all the slick and come pours out of him, making a mess down the backs of his weak thighs. Sidon chuckles quietly and slaps the side of his knees, knocking them out from under Link. He flops on the bed with a bounce and then doesn't move again.

He's aware of Sidon's weight leaving the bed, but he can't find the strength to sit up. His stomach hurts with how empty he is. Link turns his head to suck in fresh air and nearly kicks Sidon out of surprise when the prince's hands grip him about the hips again. But once he's cuddled up to Sidon's chest, Link warms back up and presses as close as he can. Sidon fights him when he squirms to turn around. As good as Sidon feels spooned up behind him, Link wants to fall asleep against Sidon's chest. Link fusses and wiggles until Sidon eventually relents. The exhausted Hylian sighs happily as he rubs his cheek on Sidon's chest, happy to get what he wants. Sidon's hand finds a familiar path up and down his back, straying eventually to the tender bruise on Link's hip. Link pushes himself away so that all the evidence of what they've done stares up at him. The hand-shaped bruises on his hips are sore even under Sidon's gentle touch. His ass and shoulder throb in much the same way despite their vastly different treatments. Link lifts a trembling hand to where his neck aches, and he traces along the edge of the bruise Sidon left there, too. Sidon's hand drifts up from his hip and captures Link's wandering fingers. He squeezes their hands between them so he can kiss Link's knuckles. Over the bumps of them, he watches Link already start to nod off.

"Please don't worry about anything, Link." His lips kiss Link's hand again before Sidon drops it and cages Link to his chest. "You'll be right as rain when you wake up. I'll be here waiting for you."

Link hums and rubs his cheek on Sidon's chest again. Sleep sounds so nice. He's cold and sore, even with Sidon's body heat pouring over him. His shaking won't stop, so Sidon sits up enough to drag the sheet they'd kicked around over Link's smaller body. Like last time, he shoves the edge under Link's back with his fingers, making sure none of the heat escapes. Legs curled up and toes flexing, Link gives in to the heavy pull of his lids and leaves a hand on Sidon's chest. It'll probably slip down and end up smashed between Link's face and the prince's body, but he doesn't mind. He just wants to anchor himself to Sidon and never let go. Sidon is the only thing that clears his head of this awful fog. And as Link falls asleep, he knows it isn't over. It'll happen again, but some of the fear for the future wanes. Sidon will be here and hold him, even if he forgets everything again.