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Being with Tauro was like something Link had never experienced before. Or maybe he has but he can’t remember. But focusing on some of his forever lost memories isn’t important enough anymore to affect him, he’s moved on. And stopping Ganon once more is what really matters. But being with Tauro, where the man is focused and full of facts that Link would never learn anywhere else. With the way he speaks with such dedication to what he loves to do. Link cares for him so very much and every time they cross paths, whether it be at Kakariko Village or seemingly random places around the country, it always gives him butterflies to see him.
Because he’s always so happy to see Link, just Link. Tauro doesn’t seem to care about who he is specifically. Yes he’s mentioned being careful and how he’s so proud of how hard he’s working. But he never looks at Link and says anything about him being the hero of hyrule. Never once has he treated him with anything other than kindness. A kindness that’s from person to person, not hero to citizen. It’s such a contrast, so it’s no wonder that everytime Link sees him his heart beats from his chest.
Tauro is an attractive man, and he thinks about him while he travels. Recalling the moments they’ve had together that threateningly venture towards being something more than friends. It’s terrifying but exhilarating and sometimes it’s how he moves forward, or keeps himself calm. Though some of those memories distract him for other less than appropriate reasons. Especially lately, where innocent touches, a simple hand on his shoulder has evolved into something braver, something lingering. Where it feels like he’s taken an electric arrow to the heart.
Link, at first, didn't know what to do with the way Tauro began to act. He’d been nervous, jumpy in a way he hasn’t felt in over a 100 years. Unsure of himself, feeling like a child in a body that could barely remember what that even felt like. It helped that he couldn’t actually feel the man’s fingers through his shirt.
Every time he’s met the man, Links had to wear some type of clothing to protect himself, he’s got no clue how that man wanders around in what he does, a shirt that definitely doesn’t count as one, and a jacket that’s just as tight. But it only makes Link want to show more skin. The closest outfits Link has been to showing anything at all was the froggy armor, when they’d crossed paths by accident. Thunderstorms raging around while Link climbed, and there he was, in a cave at the top of a hill. Surprisingly Tauro’s gaze had traveled all over him, but he was too embarrassed in the outfit to even care how hungry he’d looked.
But the want , he felt, didn't go away. The want to show more skin, to feel his touch against him. It’s been so long since anyone has touched him. Not in the way that Tauro touches him. Soft with care, lingering and sure with his movements. He touches Link like he wants to touch him, it’s exhilarating and it takes everything in his being to not leave the desert the moment he’s defeated Queen Gibdo in Gerudo Town. The sandstorm is lightning and the beauty of it all is returning, but he needs to rest before he does anything at all.
So Link makes his way to the stable, where it’ll be a little cooler tonight before changing into one of his outfits that’s more comfortable to sleep in. He’s paid for the bed and is completely out for the night before he can even think about when he should wake up.
Link sleeps, and Link dreams. And for the first time since all of this nightmare started once more, it’s not about Ganon and the awful things he’s done. It’s not about Zelda and how much his chest hurts to see her there in the sky. It’s about Tauro instead, his lingering fingers leaving goosebumps all over his skin. His voice, speaking so softly while touching him. It’s erotic in its softness while he explores Link's skin with enough care that he wakes up with the sun with tears in his eyes.
They fall lightly as he wakes fully and Link hides his face from the light until he has too. A near silent exhale releases from his mouth and into the fabric as he relaxes himself to ready himself for the day. It’s a near thing that the dream distracts him for the rest of the day.
As he walks in his newest outfit, one that’s apparently meant to assist him in stormy weather. Link silently hopes he doesn’t have to find out what it does, but the way the wind hits his stomach and maneuvers around him. The clink of the jewels, the only objects holding the fabric that covers his chest sound quietly as he walks. The outfit itself it’s beautiful, and no matter its purpose, he feels beautiful walking in it. Almost as beautiful as his frost armor makes him feel. Dressing like this makes him feel unbearably happy, so happy in fact that the lack of shoes doesn’t even bother him.
It wouldn’t anyways, Links walked around in far worse. So the lack of shoes doesn’t even affect him, not when it feels like he’s wearing them somehow. Maybe in some lifetime he’d better understand certain aspects of this life, but going with the flow has helped him tremendously in the past, so it can’t hurt him now. Or hurt him any more than anything else he’s ever done. So with everything that he has been through, feeling the presence of three of the sages by his side from time to time, he feels as though he can wear whatever the hell he wants.
And if be wants to wear flowing pants with a shirt that has beautiful designs, with even more beautiful jewelry attached to it, he will. His arm gleams when he walks, and his other arm, the right one from Rauru feels more alive when he wears clothing like this. It looks almost at home with the detailed threads hanging over the top of it. Where his arm stops and Raurus begins. Link is just grateful he can look down at it now and not feel like an outsider in his own body.
He’s used to it now, and if making himself feel pretty makes it easier to have this new arm than so be it. There’s nothing wrong with feeling pretty when he can. Since everything around him seems to want to ruin that for him. The fighting and the storms, the traveling and the constant running around. So it’s no wonder that he takes the small liberties with his outfits when he can. And he does, for the day he walks, until he’s got his horse again from the next stable he comes too, and then he’s riding. Feeling the wind in his hair.
His hair, another thing that he loves about himself. The freedom he’s had with not cutting it. Even when it’s up, there’s so much that he can do with it now. But feeling it free, flowing in the wind and messing it up in a way that past him could only dream of. It’s enough to bring a smile to his face as he rides. It’ll take him an unfortunately long amount of time to get the tangles out of it later when he finds a place to sleep, or maybe he’ll go home and get some rest for a couple of days.
But the time it’ll take to get his hair under control will be worth it. And that thought stays when he takes his horse to a stable where he knows she’ll be safe and takes out his purah pad. Moving the wind swept hair out of his face and pressing the location he has marked for his newly built house. It’s too long of a walk from where he is and honestly, he wants to use his ability to travel to safety when he can. Link thinks, that just this once, for a few days, he deserves to rest in a place where he’s come to feel safe.
And he does, the relief hits him all at once when he sees it in the distance. It’s perfect and he’s built it exactly how he wanted it done. Just looking at it makes the rupees he spent on the place worth it to him. Because it means he won’t need to fight a single monster to lay his head down. And when he stands on the porch, he allows himself to just breath . Letting the wind hit his face, and move the fabric of his shirt, allowing it to wave in the wind without care. The anklets shift across his ankles with it, almost tickling the tops of his feet while the jewels around his neck and in his ears jingle.
His eyes are closed and he’s enjoying the moment. Which makes his thoughts drift to Tauro once more. Finally allowing himself to think of his dream properly. His own hand moves over his wrist. The left one first, the difference in the nails making him shiver as he blinks his eyes open while the sun drops into the horizon. Then he’s sitting on the stairs with a shaking exhale and touching his other wrist with the same softness. Feeling his own nails and noticing the difference right away. They feel different, like two different people but he’s just as sensitive to the touch all the same.
His thoughts drift with it, how sensitive he is to his own touch, let alone the touch of someone else and it makes him miss Tauro. The one person that touches him so carefully. He’s never been treated carefully before and he thinks that Tauro would. And that thought stays with him, even as he stands and goes into his house for the night. It sticks when he dreams and it sticks when he’s making breakfast in the morning. Thoughts of large hands that won’t hurt him, won’t use him for his own gain. Hands that will hug and hold.
It’s dangerous to think this way, Link knows. Tauro may be in Payas bed for all he knows. After all, the only other being that has treated him kindly without other motives has someone else in their bed now. Even if Link hadn’t ever made it that far. But he shakes those thoughts away, he won’t let his own negative emotions ruin the thoughts that have been spurring him on. Distracting him from the reality that he is alone, always alone.
The Tauro in his thoughts, the one that touches him in his dreams is all he wants to think about. It helps, even if they’ll never be anything more. No matter how much Link wishes they would be. Even if the touches that Tauro does give him suggests that. He won’t hope, but it doesn’t deter him enough to stop from dreaming.
So for those few days he allows himself to relax, he thinks, and he dreams. Cleaning weapons and watering flowers in the calm aloneness that he’s not accustomed to but welcomes all the same. There’s a difference between being alone out in the world and alone in his home. It’s different in a more comfortable way and he feels like he can breathe without needing to worry about any obligations he has. He’s even cleaned his clothing and polished his jewelry so that it shines.
It’s no surprise to himself that he’s put that outfit he’s traveled in to get here back on. Not when he’s barefoot and relaxed, skin getting sun through windows instead of beating down on his tired body. He’s relaxed, and maybe that’s why it’s so sudden when his hackles rise, his body going as sharp as a sword tip when there’s a knock on his door on his final evening of relaxation and recovery. Most of his bruising is gone now with the help of a nice bath and elixirs but the sudden tightness of his muscles is enough for him to wince.
But he slowly makes his way to the door anyways, grabbing a small dagger off of the table near the door before he swings it open and holds it just out of sight. But when he looks up, that fight leaves him all at once and he’s blinking slowly at Tauro while the dagger clatters to the floor behind him.
Tauro’s presence is so unexpected, especially here. Where he didn’t think Tauro even knew existed, Link knows he hasn’t said anything about it. This house hasn’t been built for very long. Maybe one random visit between them while it was being built. So Link is confused, he’s unable to hide it on his face and Tauro obviously notices it because he speaks, because Link so eloquently hasn’t.
“Ah, I knew I should’ve sent a letter first.” Tauro rubs the back of his neck and Link desperately tries to not look at the way the muscle in his arm flexes at the nervous action that makes softness curl in Link’s gut. “But I was in the area and they were talking about how you were home and I couldn’t resist coming to see you without anything in our way.”
Oh, Link’s heart skips a beat and he opens the door wider, allowing Tauro to come inside. Trying to figure out what to say as he does so, watching the man take off his sandals and make himself comfortable. So Link clears his unused throat and takes the chance to speak while Tauros looking around, “I was just.. here resting before I head to death mountain.” Link murmurs, voice a little scratchy from disuse since he can’t actually remember the last person he spoke more than a few sentences too.
He doesn’t expect the man’s attention to snap to him at the sound of his voice. Nor does he expect him to come over to him and settle his hand on his bare shoulder, with warm fingers that send tingles down to the tips of his fingers. “You deserve the rest.”
Tauro says it so sincerely that it makes a wobbly little smile form on his face shyly, ducking his head as he nods, basically whispering a, “That makes me feel better about it then, that you think so.” Because it does. Not many would agree with him, but after the fight in the Gerudo, the rest was needed before he went into a different kind of unbearing heat before finally making his way to fight one of the main people in his nightmares.
“Of course I think so, if anyone deserves it, it’s you.” Tauro murmurs, as if it’s their little bubble of conversation. Even though they’re in Link’s house alone. And his throat feels tight as Tauro’s hand squeezes softly before drifting down a little, to his upper arm. Fingers now touching the fabric on his arm, where it sits, attached to the jewelry that seems to heat under Tauro’s hand. Link fights a shiver at the feeling.
He does blink a little though, the feeling not fully hidden because he’s not used to these things, there are aspects of life he’s not trained for, and if he was he doesn’t remember it. So he clears his throat and steps away from, ignoring with a heavy feeling in his chest the way Tauros arm doesn’t drop immediately, the way his gaze follows Link closely, “Let me get you a drink, I’ve got an actual kitchen here to do so.”
Tauro shakes his head, something Link doubts he was meant to see and follows him into the kitchen, thankfully without calling him out on something that must’ve been so damn obvious.
Tauro on the other hand has noticed. The moment he saw the little hylian, standing in his doorway of a home that seemed untouchable the moment he looked at it. He Link had looked so lonely, relaxed for once, but still lonely. And the look he’d given Tauro when he realized it was him is still embedded into his thoughts as he watches him move about his kitchen. It’s obvious that this space makes him happy, it’s clear by how light his steps are, carefree in a way he’s never seen Link fully be.
It’s no wonder Tauro fell for him. Not right away of course, he’d been so distracted by those rings that Link was just a passerby. But he never left his thoughts as they met and Tauros feelings for him grew, his sadness grew with it to see what his little love carried with him on his shoulders. Heavy with the burden that no one else could bear, even though Tauro would heave it away from him if he could. But he can’t, and he’s accepted that, moved on from the sadness it still causes him to see. When he’s so tired on the times they cross paths at random.
When he sees the pain he’s in that he hides, the bruises and the healing cuts that he hides underneath clothing that keeps him as safe as fabric can. But here in his home, the one he apparently built for himself according to the people who live in Terry Town, he’s different. He’s in less pain, he’s more comfortable. And Tauros heart beats rapidly in his chest as he watches him just simply exist in this moment. He wishes with everything in his being that Link gets to have as many of these moments as he wants in the future.
Because while Link is a warrior, a hero in his bones. Link deserves a life to live more than anyone he’s ever met in this world. Without obligation or worries that could mean life or death. He deserves to drink something he loves on his couch, in his home without worrying if he’s wasting time.
So Tauro’s glad he found that cave, he’s glad he stopped to stay at the inn in Terry Town, he’s glad he listened to those gossiping villagers. Because now he’s here, with Link. Who’s wearing the prettiest outfit he’s ever seen. Showing skin, his entire abdomen. Walking around without any shoes on, but they jingle a little when he walks.
Link is beautiful and the only thing Tauro ever wants to do is touch him as delicately as he touches priceless artifacts. Every time they’re in the same space, Tauro just wants to touch him to make sure he’s actually there, all in one piece. That he’s safe, even if logically Tauro knows more than anyone that Link can defeat the end of the world, has done it once for them all already. He’s fought and defeated monsters that Tauro can only imagine. Only has mere stories of what Link has done, some of which has come from his pretty mouth.
Stories of Revali and Mipha. Urbosa and Daruk. The champions and their demise. Link has told him all of it, in hushed whispers, beside quiet tears that fell down his face. He remembers that moment so vividly because it was the first time that Link allowed Tauro to hold him. In one of his shitty tents because Tauro had found an old sword, one from centuries ago.
So he knows that Link can take care of himself. But he knows even more so that there’s no one to take care of Link when he needs it. He only has himself, and from the way he acts when Tauro touches him at all, it’s clear he’s not used to having someone like Tauro around. And he’s worked to help change that, but the little hylian is so touch starved and they don’t see one another enough, no matter how much Tauro wishes. They’re both busy, so it’s understandable.
But it doesn’t mean that he’s not going to take what he can get while they’re together. And Link welcomes his touch, no matter how shy it makes him. That reaction from earlier, when he got here, only proves that to him. He’s flustered and it only makes Tauro want to see that flustered look once more.
With all of his thoughts he was bound to miss something Link said, so he’s caught off guard when he feels a pat on his forearm and he blinks, eyes focusing on Links face, cute confused frown as he looks at him. A drink held in his other hand. Tauro takes it, waving off his concern and softly moves, touching Links lower back before leading them both to the couch. It may be overstepping to lead someone in their own house but Link really doesn’t look like he minds.
“Thank you for the drink.” Tauro states when they’re seated and he smiles behind the cup when Link doesn’t sit very far away from him. When Link makes a noise, Tauro assumes it’s an answer for his thanks and doesn’t even hide the smile this time. He’s so quiet when he’s nervous, it’s different from other times he’s quiet. “Tell me, what have you been up to?”
And Link speaks and Tauro listens with his full attention. Hearing Link’s voice is like music to his ears. Especially since he knows that the man is quiet a lot, or speaks softly. Each time they meet that voice is raspy with disuse. So it’s like a gift, everytime Link speaks to him so openly and without restraint once he’s got his barrings. And talk he can, arms moving with emphasis as he details Gerudo and the entire area. Monsters he’s slain and people he’s helped.
But what touches Tauros heart is when he pulls out his Purah Pad and scoots so close to him that he can feel his stomach shift while he breathes. Opening the object and revealing that he’s marked locations that he thinks would interest Tauro. Ruins and places forgotten by society that he can get to with relative ease. Locations with traces of the Zonai even. Detailing that his arm reacted there, places revealed that would he safe enough for Tauro to explore with his team if he wanted.
It’s no wonder that Tauro kisses him. Without hesitation, without preamble because he simply cannot help himself. This hero of a hylian, who’s saving the world, is thinking of Tauro along the way while putting himself in possible danger. Exploring and going out of his way because of the mere possibility that Tauro would want to go there. Because he thinks he would enjoy it. And he would, he knows he would. But right now he likes the way Link gasps into his mouth with surprise, as he body leans closer.
The kiss is passionate and takes every breath he has away when Link kisses him back. Once his surprise has dwindled and Tauro could cry, but he doesn’t. He only moves enough to get the pad out of the way so nothing happens to it, and to move it from separating them so he can get closer. Link seems to be more than okay with that as he lets go of it easily. And now Tauro finally gets to touch, but before he does, before he lets his hands explore all of that beautiful scarred skin he pulls away, groaning quietly at the whine Link let’s out when their lips separate.
Tauro looks at him, laying back on the couch, face flushed and embarrassed. But the little warrior doesn’t look away from Tauro and it only spurs him on even more. His fingers graze over Links stomach, featherlight touches and he reels when Link starts gasping. Stomach clenching wherever he goes, “is this okay? I can stop if it’s too much.” Tauro murmurs.
Links shaking his head before Tauro can even think about pulling away anymore. Tauro doesn’t want to pull away but he’d never do anything Link didn’t want him to do. He can wait for as long as Link needs. But it doesn’t mean that his dick doesn’t pulse in his loose pants when Link pleads, voice quiet, “Please touch me.”
And who is he to say no to such a sweet thing?
So he does, hands caressing like he’s always wanted. Sitting up enough to splay the smaller man across the couch, comfortable and visible for Tauro to take his fill of the beautiful portrait he creates. Link is a vision. Long hair splayed across the cushions, a mess that Tauro hopes he gets to tangle farther. His outfit is messed up already, less attached than it was before, but it was barely there in the first place. His legs are more hidden but Tauro has easy access to Link’s entire upper body, and his hands start in the area that make the most sense.
His waist and torso are grabbing his attention. Lean and small enough that his hands cover as they explore. He’s so small . Tight and strong and the man shivers, hips jumping as Tauros hands move up and up until they’re sneaking underneath the part of the upper frantic, an article of clothing that Tauro wouldn’t really call a shirt. It easily moves under his menstruations, jewels clattering together as he does so. The jewels only makes Links eyes brighter and he’d appreciate them more if he wasn’t so focused on more skin showing.
His nipples are hard and pink and Tauro wants to bite and make them puffy with sensitivity. So he thumbs the right one, marveling that the markings that seem to curls around it. As if they’re giving Tauro a place to put his mouth. Link moans softly at the sensation and Tauro looks up at him again and is almost taken away at how red he is. Watching as his breathing hitches when Tauro thumbs his nipple again, rubbing it in between his fingers until he’s shaking.
Tauro leans forward, careful with his own weight but not pulling his hands away from him, never again. “Sensitive thing aren’t you?” Tauro whispers into his mouth before kissing him once more. Link sinks into the kiss with him, as if he wants to mold into Tauro and he welcomes it. They fit together, even with their difference in size, it doesn’t seem to deter him, no matter his sensitivity. Tauro smirks when he feels Links tongue and he welcomes it, and it’s heady and hot as they kiss.
That’s when Tauro decides to move forward, not pulling away, letting the air from his lungs be stolen from him because it’s perfect. It’s even more perfect when Tauro rolls his hips forward, playing with Link's nipple once more and he gets to hear that pretty voice moan. Louder than before and he smirks against his own groan, finally pulling away from the kiss.
“Let me know if you want to stop and I will, but if not I want to touch you, make you feel good.” Tauro mouths at Links neck, relishing in every moan and following noises that come out of his mouth, “Will you let me make you feel good, let me show you how you deserve to feel?” Tauro asks with a nip to his neck, licking the sting away when Link whimpers, hips rolling against his own once more.
“ Yes, show me. I want it- I please.” Link isn’t shaking as bad now, he doesn’t want to overwhelm him, but his yes spurs Tauro on and he moving, picking Link up and the sound of surprise makes him laugh as they stand, as he lifts Link easily, because to Tauro, who explores and lifts and is large in comparison. Link doesn’t weigh anything at all. And he hears Links voice again, hoarse already, “Up the stairs, first door.”
And they’re in Link's bedroom without wasting any time. The next time he gets the chance he’ll kiss him against the wall, to feel their bodies mold together that way, because the thought gets him hot under the clothes he’s barely wearing anymore. But the sight of links bed is too good to ignore. And he knows he made the right decision when he’s even more beautiful here, underneath the large windows against the bed, the evening sun shining onto him. Link looks ethereal with the orange light against his eyes, his flushed skin. As if he’s glowing because of the jewels. Tauro almost feels bad about removing them.
He does remove them though. Piece by piece, starting with his ankles. Kissing the bone there as he goes and smiles when he gets a shy laugh in response. And luckily avoiding the teasing kick he gets for it, and he only bites his lower thigh when he hears Links beautiful and breathless, “Hurry.”
“No, I want to take my time.” Tauro murmurs, not taking his eyes away from his face as he slides the soft pants off of Link's body. Not even when he lifts his hips to help ease the slide, “I told you downstairs, and I’m not rushing this, not when you deserve everything.”
Lino gasp a “ Tauro!” When he slides his hands up Links legs, past his clear erection and up to the cloth that’s not doing anything to cover any part of his upper body anymore. Link sits up a bit and takes that off too and only then does Tauro removes his hands from his tempting body to take his own clothes off. Feeling piercing blue eyes on him as he does so.
Then they’re together again, body against bare body and Link is shaking again and Tauro kisses him to sooth him while he touches. Wanting so much more, especially now but he doesn’t do anything but touch softly, hands moving over skin until he calms down.
And then Link is touching him back.
His hands feel distinctly different on each side of his chest, as they almost hesitantly make their way up and over until they’re on his arms; holding and caressing. Both arms are warm with life but one has metal, giving Tauro a cold shiver if he’s not expecting it. But it’s not unwelcome, Link is touching him, openly when he’s usually so nervous to do so. It’s hot and adorable at the same time. That through his shaking breaths and shyness, he’s still touching freely. Unafraid, but unsure and Tauro and all too happy to take the lead.
Link leads in every step he takes so in this, it's nothing for Tauro to do so. Because Link deserves to enjoy himself and Tauro wants this just as much as he does. Link tells him in gasps and moans, through his body's reactions when speaking is too much. And Tauro will never blame him for that, as long as he’s enjoying himself and taking the pleasure he deserves. So Tauro pushes his body, telling him through actions that he wants him to touch him, and Link does, calloused hands moving over his skin in a way that makes Tauro groan.
And he lets him touch to his heart's desire, until his legs are relaxed around him in the best way they can be. And when they are, that’s when Tauro sits up, hands sliding down his body and cradling underneath his knees as he does so. And this angle of Link's body is more delicious than the last. Downstairs he was covered in what clothes he had on, here and now he’s bare, all of his skin and scars on display with the sunset behind him. It’s almost magical, it almost feels like he’s dreaming. Hylia , he hopes he gets to see it again.
Link gets this look on his face, almost but not quite a smirk before the room is bathed in red, and his arm is up, the right on doing something and Tauro is choking on a laugh when the drawer next to them opens and then a bottle is being thrown into his hand. Links laughter as he tries and fails to catch it makes him grin and he’s even prettier when he’s relaxed. “Oh, did you want something?” He asks, relishing in the flush he gets for the comment as Link's leg tightens against him.
“Fuck me.” Link states, voice stronger than it’s been since Tauro kissed him and he can’t help but jolt at the confidence. But the grin doesn’t leave his face because he’s beautiful when he’s shy and he’s beautiful when he’s confident.
“As you wish.” Tauro drawls with a grin and adjusts, leaning down his body. Moving his own, while holding his legs spread wide, kissing as he goes because the thought of leaving any of his skin untouched is a sin to the highest degree. It’s as if he’d walk past ruins without a thorough investigation. He wouldn’t, and he is going to give Link's body the same through treatment, just as he said he would. He looks much better with bruises from Tauros mouth instead of bruises from violence anyways.
It’s not long before he has Link gasping again. His free hand pushing on the back of the man’s strong thigh to hold him back so Tauro can see while he works him open. Wanting a full clear view as one, two, three of his fingers move in and out of his body. The sound of the lube is loud in Links bedroom, but it’s nothing compared to the man himself. Usually so quiet and composed, around everyone but Tauro. Link is loud , voice growing as they go on. He’d been quieter when it was one finger, when the stretch was new.
But as two came and went, as his dick steadily leaked against his skin, and the more Tauros mouth watered at the image he makes, the louder Link got. Groans that sound like they’re coming from deep within his chest to loud gasps and whines when Tauro angles his fingers to tease just right. And all of the while Link urges him on, even as Tauro continues to taking his time.
And once three of his fingers can move comfortably in and out of him, does Tauro finally listen to Links pleas of “Enough- please, I’m ready, — Tauro please! ” He’s a weak weak man after all for the way Link sounds.
His fingers still come out slowly, watching him gape, ready for him to fuck him like he deserves, Tauro adjusts so that Link is comfortable. Making eye contact with those pretty blue eyes until Link nods, rolling his hips. That’s when Tauro sinks into him, his own moan falling from his lips at the mere feel of him as he slowly sinks in. And it is slow, no matter how stretched he still doesn’t want to hurt him.
Once he’s settled, he stills until Link is wiggling, looking at him with big eyes, filled with unshed tears, “I’ve wanted you for so long, please don’t make me wait anymore.”
Tauro kisses him fiercely, unable to not too with that knowledge and swallowed the gasping moan Link lets out when he moves. Rocking into him and Link, he melts into it. Hands squeezing him so hard that he can feel those nails pinprick his skin, holding onto him as if he doesn’t want him to go anywhere and Tauro could cry at how he wants that to be true. And he thinks it is, with Links words from before. Link feels so good, and he has to tell him, he has too.
The only way he can pull away from that mouth, to murmurs a graveled, “you feel so good , You're perfect and I want to make you feel this good always.”
His movements don’t stop, not when Links hands are pulling on his hair and gasping in his mouth at his honesty, not even when Link replies, almost sounding like he’s choking on the words as he gets them out, “Yes, yes, always, I- I think about you and I want you, in anyway you’ll give me.”
And Tauro, well his heart can’t take it, not the way Link so openly feels when Tauro feels the same way as he does. When their bodies move together with pleasure so deep into his bones, where he feels like he could live here forever and never tire. “I’ll give you everything.” He wants too, he’s wanted to for a long time.
Even if everything is just his time, if it’s just touching him, holding him when he needs it, or when he wants it. To just exist with one another outside of the obligation to this world they both have. Tauro just wants to be there for him, and if that’s his everything, then Tauro will do his best to give it to him.
When Link comes, it’s quieter than expected. It’s a gasping breath and wide eyes as Tauro moves, nosing over his jaw as he chases his own release. It’s easy with the way Link squeezes around him, almost as if his body isn’t used to reaching the peak of pleasure and he wouldn’t be surprised if it isn’t. If he hadn’t had a taste of it in a while, with the dedication he gives to everyone but himself.
It doesn’t take him long to finish either, bodies together as he holds tight onto Link's leg, keeping his spent body close to him as he gets closer and closer to his peak. Links little overstimulated moans drive him closer as he fucks into him. Sinking into his own pleasure and sucks a final mark into Link's neck, marking him once more as he stills, spilling inside of him.
They don’t move for a long time, tired and spent. Link looks more relaxed than he has since he’s first met him. Laying against the sheets and looking comfortable, fucked out and tired with bruises in the shape of Tauros mouth forming on his skin, a stark contrast between his skin. But he looks relaxed and when Link motions for him to lay, he does, curled into the sheets as he holds him while he dozes.
Everything is going to be easy to give him.