Sidon hides his face behind his hands as he lets his legs fall open for Link’s inquisitive little fingers. While usually he does not have a problem with shyness and likes watching his partners as they fall apart for him, there is something unbearably naughty about watching Master Link of all people studying him with such an intense expression; his lovely human cock erect and pink and dabbing the moist skin of his hip with tacky liquid.
Link’s small, rough fingers are gentle but insistent as they slide along his slit, feeling out the length of it and the soft texture immediately surrounding it, the scales there tiny and malleable.
“Oh,” Sidon breathes against the palms of his hands when Link’s fingers coax his cloaca to open up, exposing the vibrant red insides to the cool, salty air in Zora’s Domain.
Link makes a soft sound, his face – when Sidon glances at it through his spread fingers – alight with pleased curiosity.
It is then that he swoops down, his golden hair tumbling all around his pointed ears – the very tips of them a dark, enticing red.
He is too quick; acting before Sidon can grab at him and… and… do something, and his tongue is out and cheeky, dancing across the salty, silky folds of Prince Sidon’s slit.
“M-Master Link!” Sidon exclaims, voice not quite his own, hands flying down to grab at anything and everything that he can reach of the little Hylian – which turns out to be his thigh and his hair.
Sidon stares, dazed, as he carefully cards the curtain to the side with shaking fingers, exposing the profile of Link’s flushed face as it nudges deeper between his thighs, tongue dipping down to round the tender little opening of Sidon’s hidden place… the one designed to deliver his eggs, and the one so very sensitive to the questing touches of the Hylian’s wriggling tongue.
Sidon throws his head back, belly shivering and ornamental chains tinkling as they get jarred by his sudden movements. Link looks almost meditative; blue eyes nearly closed as he slowly works, lapping at Sidon’s slit and not shying away from the orifice of his cloaca; instead trying his best to wriggle one cheeky finger inside while the Prince is quickly taken apart; digging sharp teeth into the ball of one hand so he could tamp down on the need to lovingly bite his mate as Link explores without qualms.
Hylians are so extraordinary.
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