March 2025 Drabble #2

Link/Ganondorf – cock warming; kind of exhibitionism – Ganondorf is beneath the dinner table.

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Zelda breezes into the dining hall, her step faltering for a second when she sees Link already seated at the table. Her brows lift almost to her hair line.

“You are early today. Suspiciously early, even.”

He smiles back at her serenely and shrugs his shoulders. When she keeps staring at him with a hard expression, his smile wavers a little and he lifts his hands, quickly signing: Practice was cut short.

She walks, albeit slower this time, eyes still trained on Link. “Practice is never cut short. Didn’t you and Ganondorf want to fight on horseback?”

We did.

“And?”

My horse is lame. We weren’t really feeling it anyway. So we skipped today.

She sits down at the head of the long table. He is to her right, just a few seats down to not make the size of the dining table too awkward but also to not sit basically in her lap. The longer she stares at him, the more flushed his face becomes, sweat starting to shine underneath his messy fringe.

“So? Where is he? Ganondorf.” She cuts off before Link can try and weasel his way out of it by asking who she meant. He just stares at her like a rabbit caught in a trap. One hand is curled tightly around the handle of a spoon, the other falls beneath the table and casually into his lap. He shrugs his shoulders, not signing anything.

Zelda narrows her eyes some more but when he just lifts the spoon, noisily slurping up soup, she sighs and rolls her eyes.

“I swear if you guys fought again…” she grumbles under her breath. She doesn’t like them fighting, she told Link multiple times. Her right and left hand men are an absolutely breathtaking pair when they work together.

Link doesn’t have it in im to tell her that they aren’t fighting. That they are, in fact, so beyond fighting that it’s ridiculous. His fingers slide along the finely braided rows of Ganondorf’s fiery red hair, touching the warmth of his scalp in between them.

He can feel him huff a soft breath of warm air through his large, regal nose, pressed against Link’s abdomen.

Ganondorf is nice and still underneath the table; hunched like a pet between Link’s spread knees, his mouth sinfully hot and soft around his cock, holding it like it was something precious.

They’ve been at it for half an hour already; long before the servants even came to bring the soup. Link had been signing beneath the table whether Ganondorf was hungry, but the other had not reacted; either because he hadn’t seen or because he did not want to pull off the cock he was warming, so Link had left him to it.

It doesn’t happen often that Ganondorf feels submissive like this but today just seems to be one of those days and Link had seen the wilderness in his eyes when he came into the stables, muscles tightly knotted and back curved in a most unusual fashion.

So he took him here and put him on his knees and… the longer he has the other’s mouth nursing on his cock, the more he feels the tension slide off his muscles.

He jumps a little when he hears the click of Zelda’s spoon, sweat prickling underneath his arms. Doing this here and now had not been necessary of course. That had only been because at heart Link si a kinky bastard – and they all knew it.