February 2024 Drabble #2

Reinhardt/Link – crossover – Reinhardt is completely smitten with Link.

Part 1 (This Part)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

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Reinhardt has to admit that he is absolutely smitten with their newest little addition to the team. He does not suppose that Link will stay in their dimension for too long, given that Winston is working so very diligently on a way to send him back to where he needs to be, but for the time being he is here.

And he is adorable.

Reinhardt can’t get over how tiny he is; a pocket sized knight brimming with the most exciting tales which he has to purvey to him mostly in writing. He is right up Reinhardt’s alley.

Knights and horseback riding and swordfights… He needs to go back to his dimension to defeat a great big evil and rescue a princess. A princess!

Reinhardt can’t get enough of the adorable little hero. So much sinewy muscle packed in such a small stature…

He watches Link and Hanzo have a friendly archery competition, then follows him like a dopey old dog into the showers. He simply can’t help it. He wishes he could, but this man is everything Reinhardt had dreamed about when he had been a kid himself, and the knowledge that there was a dimension so close to their own was mind boggling to him.

Link does not seem to mind. He undresses without hesitation, then takes a moment or two to figure out the showers. He’s so easy about nudity – just like Reinhardt himself.

Just like he imagined real knights to be; with more pressing matters on their minds than their bodies being exposed.

Reinhardt sits down on one of the benches and just watches as the Hero of Hyrule soaps himself up, calloused hands running across his compact little body and sliding behind and between his plump cheeks.

Reinhardt’s mouth runs dry. He watches as he spreads his ass open, his pink little hole plainly visible. A warm throb crawls through Reinhardt, his cock feeling heavy against his thigh.

As he watches, one of Link’s fingers moves over, rounding his little pucker, then even dipping the tip in just a bit.

An electric current seems to run through Reinhardt, connecting his dick to his brain in a direct lane. His eyes flick up. Link has his head turned, watching him over his shoulder. Showing himself off unselfconsciously.

When he sees that he has Reinhardt’s attention, he turns and lifts his hands, pushing one finger through a circle he made with the fingers of his other hand, brows lifting in question.

The gesture is so unexpectedly lewd that it takes Reinhardt a moment or two to react before he nods enthusiastically.