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Extension July 2022 Drabble #1
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Link/Ganondorf – It's Summer in Hyrule and Link accosts Ganondorf in a changing booth at the beach!
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He curls his fingers into the elastic band of his tight little swim trunks. From above he can hear Ganondorf make a low sound of protest; it sounds like the grunt of the boars Link likes to hunt when he’s out and about and feeling like putting in the effort to tackle one of those beasts.
He doesn’t give a damn. He wants cock now and Ganondorf can’t run when he’s confined in the little space of the changing room. There’s no doubt other beach goers can see Link kneeling in front of the stud through the lower gap but… it’s not like it bothers him.
Link leans in and presses his open mouth over Ganondorf’s glans, so lewdly displayed in the tight confines of the swim trunks. It causes his right knee to briefly jerk up but Link expertly dodges it. He’s dealt with enough young colts to know when they get the jitters. He laves his tongue over the fabric until the taste of it is almost gone and the air inside the cabin has grown thick and hot with Ganondorf’s body heat. He’s restless, huffing and puffing above him and nervously shifting his feet around.
If he had half a mind for it, he could barrel over the whole damn changing booth and get out of the situation but Link supposes even the surly young stud can’t say no to a free blowjob, even if it was in such an embarrassingly open place.
Link keeps dragging the tip of his tongue against the ridge of Ganondorf’s glans and along the outline, lightly suckling until he can taste the salt of pre-cum bubbling through the swim trunks. He takes it as his sign to finally pull them down in one fluid motion. He can just about close his eyes before the fat cock slaps him in the face as it bounces out from confinement; it hits him in the forehead, then slides further down to drag against his cheek as if cuddling up to him.
Finally someone that is happy to see him. Link sighs softly through his nose, ignoring how Ganondorf has stiffened above him, pulling in a sharp, shocked breath. In Link’s mind, he can see steam starting to pour from his trembling nostrils. He’s pretty sure that if the stud put half a mind to it he could breathe fire. There is just something about Ganondorf that Link associates with glowing ember instead of the traditional Gerudo lightning.
He curls his fingers around the shaft, thumb idly dragging against the throbbing, prominent vein snaking along its side while he leans in with a soft sound of appreciation and buries his face in the thick fleece of fire red fur around the base of it. Ganondorf is so fiercely proud of it… he has to, he’s showing it off at every opportunity, after all.
Still, he keeps moving his hips, twisting them as if trying to pull away so Link wouldn’t be able to sniff at him; inhaling his scent nice and deep until it burns his throat. Oh well. Maybe he shouldn’t push his luck too much?
He pulls back just enough to both get Ganondorf to stop wriggling around and to shift his big breeder cock enough that he can push his mouth over the vaguely wet tip. Taste bursts on his tongue; nice and warm and salty; just a bit sweaty from his morning workout before he came to undoubtedly cool himself off in the water. He’s not used to the ocean, he’s probably been looking forward to the sensation of the cool water washing all over his body, eager like a kid.
Link doesn’t want to keep it from him for too long, he’s no monster after all… So he doesn’t hesitate to slowly suckle him in deeper, body burning with mounting desire. He wishes there was enough room in here so he could bully Ganondorf into squeezing his massive erection into Link’s too small hole, but he’s sure there’s no way the stud would stand still long enough if he had half a chance… so this is just fine.
Maybe next time he can get Prince Sidon to help out and get Ganondorf jealous-
It doesn’t matter right now. His mouth is watering from the salty pre starting to coat the back of his tongue so he has to swallow to not start drooling. Ganondorf’s knee jerks up again when the sensation of Link’s tongue squeezing his glans against the roof of his mouth registers to his brain.
He’s huffing harshly. In Link’s mind he’s still bracing his forearms against the opposite site of the little cabin, forehead pressed against them, trying to keep his composure while he gets his cock sucked nice and slow. His abdominal muscles tremble in Link’s vision, twitching almost in time with the fast throb of his heartbeat.
Around them they can hear the beach: waves crashing against the sandy shore, birds crying up ahead… and the low murmur of people from all across Hyrule enjoying their perfect, warm day at the water.
His ears twitch as he picks up the sound of Goron speech and a more forceful voice that keeps asking where the future king had gone to. That one would be Ganondorf’s retainer; an impressive Gerudo warrior lady that, to Link’s unending amusement, keeps looking the other way whenever he molests the young stud. Either he’s pissed her off enough that she doesn’t care, or she wants to fuck him just as badly as he and is too professional to do so.
In any case, he’s all too happy to perform for her. From the sound of it, she must have taken up position right next to the changing booth; maybe she is leaning against it and listening with half an ear to the low chuffing grunts coming from Ganondorf and the lewd suckling sounds that Link plays up just then. He bobs his head, pumping ever so slightly more of the fat shaft until it starts to push against the back of his throat.
He’s done this often enough not to choke on it. All he has to do is close his eyes and tilt his head just so so he would be able to slip him into his throat nice and slow and steady…
Above him he can hear an odd scraping sound, so he cranes his neck a little further and opens his eyes so he can peer up while squeezing more dick down his throat. Due to the light filtering in through the generous gap on top, it’s easy to see that Ganondorf has stopped just bracing himself against the wall but has curled his hands around the top ledge, his sharp nails scratching restlessly against the old wood, leaving gashes in it as if it had been mauled by a tiger.
Link registers all of a sudden how badly he needs air, so he pulls back with a rasping gasp. The slide of the long cock out of his throat is incredibly satisfying. He has to lean back against the door, breathing harshly, strands of saliva mixed with pre-cum connecting his mouth to the dark tip of Ganondorf’s cock. The deep shade of near purple makes it look angry which fits pretty well with the young stud.
Link can feel himself going cross-eyed watching it bob and twitch. Even Ganondorf’s heavy sac is moving, pulling up to his body with each of his heaving breaths. Link can almost see the cum churning in the fat nuts. It’s clear that Ganondorf won’t last long at this rate… not that he is surprised. The stud has yet to last longer than ten minutes when Link is playing with him.
He moves in once more, mouth open and tongue outstretched; the perfect red carpet to slide the glans along until it pops back into his mouth so he can suckle. One hand is pumping the shaft that he’s not crammed into his mouth, the other is feeling up the heavy nuts. They are hot in his palm, twitching and feeling like a living being.
Next to him is a small knock against the wooden wall of the booth and he can hear Ganondorf’s retainer say in a low, borderline annoyed voice: “Get it done, will you?”
Link smacks his lips around the shaft. He can’t get enough of Ganondorf’s taste. He wouldn’t be able to put his finger on why his dick is even more addicting than any other, but it is what it is.
Honestly, she didn’t have to say anything to get him to erupt like a volcano. He grunts low and near-pained as the thick muscles in his thighs jump and he starts to flood Link’s mouth in thick, salty ropes of cum. Link’s eyelids flutter and ears twitch as he focuses on swallowing every last drop that he’s given.
When he pulls back, a thick white-ish rope is connecting his lolling tongue to Ganondorf’s glans. When he looks up, it breaks, dribbling down to the sandy floor.
Ganondorf is not looking at him. He’s flushed and sweaty, one large hand pressed against his mouth probably to make himself keep his moans down.
In any case, he’s in no state to grab Link and wring his neck… so he takes his chance and gets out of the booth before he regains his composure, giving his retainer a high-five as he slips past her, feeling nice and warmed from the inside out by the thick load in his belly.
