Sidon’s mouth drops open, rows of sharp teeth on display, long, tapered tongue lolling out as he watches Link’s hands sign quick and efficiently.

He looks attentive like a puppy, big eyes watching Link’s every motion while he sits there, caught, fingers still parting his cloaca and showing off the soft hole; flesh pink and wet and quivering.

“I’ve been gone for too long, haven’t I?” Link signs next, a frown on his face. “You need your little hole played with.”

The Prince’s face flushes faintly, the pearly white of his cheeks becoming rosy pink as his eyes first twitch to the side, then back towards Link and his small, strong hands.

“Please,” he whispers, finally taking his hand away when the hero of Hyrule steps closer, curling them at his shoulders – opening his big body up for whatever his little Master wants to do to him.

Link grunts but he is not signing anymore; instead, his hands are otherwise occupied – teasing around the little slip of Sidon’s cock cautiously sliding out and twining around his fingers as the other’s round the opening of his cloaca slow and firm in hypnotizing rounds.

Sidon whines through grit, sharp teeth, hips angling up, slimy cock curling lovingly around his little Master’s wrist. He knows he’s been a bad boy and Link will not let him come any time soon; but he loves the Hylian too much to be anything but pathetically eager for it.