I found this story by someone else, and I find it totally amazing It’s Legend of Zelda related, so I hope you gamers enjoy this.

Also, it’s chapter two, so you’ll have to look up the story to read the whole thing.

It was the night before the big race and Link was as stressed as ever. His old friend and newly claimed boyfriend Pipit sat on his bed giving him mental support.

“Alright Link. It’s getting late, you should go to bed.”

“I can’t I… I feel like I should study more.”

“Link, being one with your Loftwing has little to do with all the book knowledge you have. You have to listen to your heart. If you’re tired tomorrow during the race, your Loftwing will have little energy to work with.” As he spoke, Pipit stood up and made his way to Link. He put his hands on Link’s shoulders and began working knots out of them. “You’re getting way to stressed about this.”

“You’ve said that a million times.”

“Because I’ve needed to.” He leaned in and nipped his lover’s ear. Link tensioned at the unexpected gesture, which was completely new to him. Pipit’s light kisses and playful licking trailed from Link’s ear down his neck to his shoulder. Link moaned softly.

Pipit hovered over his neck for a moment, smiling “Already? You’ve got virgin written all over you.”

“And you’re not?” Silence caused Link to turn, seeing Pipit’s upset face, “Ah, so I’ve discovered the big secret?”

“It’s not like it was a secret.” Pipit mumbled, “It just makes me sound less cool.” “Oh you’re so full of it.” Link huffed.

Pipit stood straight up again, trailing his arms down one of Links until they cupped one of his hands. “Come on.” He gently guided his lover to his bed, pushing him onto it. In the middle of Link’s slight confusion he straddled the younger boy, sitting on his stomach.

“P-pippy?” Link questioned.

“Is this too much?” He asked, showing genuine concern, even as lust overtook his primary ability to form logic.

Link shook his head, nervously grabbing the edge of Pipit’s shirt and pulling it off. It took effort, but Pipit didn’t try to stop him.

Once his shirt was removed, Pipit leaned in to kiss Link. He licked Link’s lips, requesting entrance which was hesitantly granted.

Link felt the older boys hands slid up his shirt, stopping at his chest to caress it. He squirmed, trying to control his body’s erratic nerves as foreign loving was introduced to him.

His breathing became heavy, every little touch was teasing; none of it seemed to be enough. Pipit seemed to notice Link’s issue, that or he was having it himself, as he slid down his lover.

Link wasn’t exactly sure when he’d become hard, but as Pipit slid past his erection, it became painfully clear how much he was.

“Ahn… P-Pip-“

“Shh.” His lover cut him off, “You’ll wake everyone.”

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Pipit slipped Links pants below his throbbing member.

“Is this going to hurt?”

“Heh, not this part.” Without warning, Pipit took Link’s member into his mouth.

Link involuntarily thrust into the new warmth, almost causing Pipit to choke. “Calm down.” He said around his lover, placing his hands on Links hips to hold them down.

“Ah, Pipit, I don’t think I can… Hold out much longer.” Link said, coving his face with his left arm. His right hand had snaked its way into Pipit’s hair, and though it hadn’t been very long, Pipit knew Link was right.

Before his lover could climax, he pulled away. Link whimpered, peeking behind his arm to see why he’d stopped.

“Sorry.” Pipit held out three of his fingers in front of Link’s mouth. “Suck, please?”

Curiously Link took the fingers into his mouth. As Link’s tongue swirled around his fingers, Pipit pulled his own pants down and gently stroked his begging member.

“Alright, I think that’s enough.” He pulled his fingers out of Link’s mouth. “This’ll hurt I’m sure, but only for a moment alright?”

Link nodded as he felt a finger press against his entrance. He squirmed as it pushed into him, but he was unable to get comfortable. It probed him a few times before another finger was inserted, stretching the sensitive flesh and making him moan.

The third finger was inserted, and as soon as Link was sure he couldn’t handle much more pain, a sudden jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Ah, P-Pipit, there!” He cried a sort of stage whisper in attempts to keep from waking anyone. He did not want this moment ruined by any means.

“I think you’re ready.” Pipit said. He pulled his fingers out only to line his member up to Link’s stretched entrance.

He pulled Link into a sitting position, and as he slid himself in he kissed his lover. Link’s scream of pain and pleasure melted into Pipit’s mouth like sugar. He loved the sound and the way it vibrated in his mouth. He thrust upward into Link, who’d wrapped his arms and legs around him.

When they broke their kiss for air, a small trail of saliva kept them connected for a second more. Gasping with every thrust, Link placed his head on Pipit’s shoulder. He felt bad for the older boy as he knew his nails were digging painfully into his back, but Pipit didn’t seem to mind.

As the thrusts became more rhythmic and powerful, Pipit lay Link back down, staying with him the whole time. Once again Link felt intense pleasure inside him as Pipit hit some sort of sweet spot. Link tried to make the moment last longer, but his body gave in and he shuddered as he released onto their stomachs. A few seconds later Pipit came inside him, riding out the orgasm for their maximum pleasure. He collapsed onto Link, both of them panting heavily.

“I love you.” Link whispered.

“I love you too.”

Link felt his eyes getting heavy. The last moments of his nights were fuzzy from a mix of dying lust and growing sleep, but he did remember Pipit getting a towel to clean him, and then saying some smart comment about him being able to sleep now.

Link hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until the next day when he was greeted by a rude awakening from Zelda’s Loftwing.

What am I to do? ;)

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