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When he was issued the blue scarf as part of his uniform as hero serving under the Hyrule military, he knew it was mostly for show. A display of the royal colour, made of soft expensive fabric uninterrupted by piecing, one long, lavish symbol of pride and protection. Here is your hero! it yells. That's what it was for.
Now, though, Link is finding a new use for it.
As always, Ravio looks stunning. Laid out bare on the bed, skin blushed and limbs twitching like prey caught in a snare. And caught he is, with one end of that royal blue tying his wrists together to the headboard. He tugs against it uselessly, pitiful little pulls that betray his real desire for his entrapment. Link knows he’d be begging with his eyes, playing it all up, if he could – but the other end of the scarf is tied across them, blindfolding him. Now, all he has is to wait with taut anticipation for what Link chooses to do next.
Link sits next to him on the bed, idly rubbing his cock at the view before him. He’s already prepared himself – made Ravio watch, before he pulled the blue over his eyes, a delicious tease – but he wants to drag this out just a little bit longer before he sets his plan to action. He leans down, so his breath ghosts over Ravio’s ear, and plays up his pleasure just a little. Little gasps and moans fall from his lips as he touches himself, grinning at the way Ravio’s own mouth falls open and his breath picks up. He gets so worked up over the littlest things, it’s adorable… Link reaches out with his spare hand and ever so gently caresses Ravio, on the jut of his hip bone. His body reacts like he was shocked with lightning. A full body twitch, accompanied by a whimper that goes right to Link’s cock – he has to bite his own lip to avoid taking himself all the way in that moment. Instead, he stops entirely.
Pulling himself back up, Link leans back to grab the lube from the bedside table, and lathers it on his hand. Then he straddles Ravio’s legs. Ravio squirms underneath him, but Link’s weight only serves to pin him down further – almost entirely immobile. Entirely at Link’s mercy.
Link takes Ravio’s cock in hand, pumping slowly. Ravio whines again, bucking his hips into the touch, clearly aching for more, but Link doesn’t give it to him. Ravio knows the deal: he has to ask for it. He has to beg for it.
And even when he does – if Link says no? Tough luck.
Keeping the pace almost agonisingly slow quickly wears Ravio down. He keeps bucking, pulling against his binds every now and then, asking every way except the one that’ll maybe get him what he wants. One could say he’s stubborn, or perhaps so wound up in his pleasure that words are a too far off concept to him – but Link knows Ravio well.
He’s dragging it out, enjoying it, just as much as Link is. When he finally opens his mouth to speak, and not whine, Link knows it’s because he’s getting close – and he doesn't want it to end yet.
“Link, please, please speed up, I need more,” he pleads, high up in his voice and sweet with honey. He pulls exceptionally tight on his binds, to show he’s serious, but the scarf firmly holds him hostage.
Link coos. “You want more?” Ravio nods rapidly, hair spilling over the blindfold, and Link reaches up to tuck it back behind his ear. He does not change his pace on Ravio’s cock.
“Not yet.”
Ravio throws his head back and pants.
As the pleasure clearly builds from the slow, unrelenting movement of Link’s hand, he takes extra care in watching his body. Each twitch and shift of his hands, uselessly flexing in their binds. The way his legs shift minutely under Link’s own, following the jolts of his hips uncontrollably trying to chase the pleasure. It’s captivating. Link could sit here and watch for hours, bring him to completion again and again, watching his stomach flex with cum stained across it. But they have a specific plan for tonight, and Link must stick to it.
He hums a laugh, dipping to murmur in Ravio’s ear,
“You do make such a pretty view like this, little bunny.”
Ravio moans, back arching. Link can tell he’s almost there – just a few more words, or the slightest increase in pace could have him spilling all over Link’s hand and his own stomach.
So Link stops.
The whine that crawls out of Ravio’s mouth is downright petulant, frustrated and confused and so so adorable. Link can’t help but pet his head, a childish soothing.
“It’s okay, you’ve done so well so far,” he murmurs as he wipes his wet hand on a towel from the bottom of the bed, “you all good?”
Ravio nods.
“Perfect.”
Link shifts so his knees rest either side of the small of Ravio’s waist. He holds himself up for a moment, balanced on his knees, looking down at Ravio. He really is so beautiful like this. Bathed in blue and warm with blush, dark hair spilling against it all, trusting Link with his entirety. Link doesn’t resist the urge to lean down and take his face in hand, kissing into him with all the passion and lust he feels. And when they pull apart, breaths intermingling, the only downside to the current situation is that they can’t make tender, loving eye contact for the single moment Link’s love overwhelms him.
With one last peck on the lips, Link adjusts himself until he can take Ravio in hand again. When he guides it to press against his hole, they both gasp, and Link holds his position for just a moment – one last tease – before sinking down.
Link can’t help the groan that pushes out his throat as he takes all of Ravio in one solid motion. It stings for a few seconds, time between preparing himself and actually taking it inside leaving him tighter than intended, but he adjusts quickly. His hole clenches around it, intrusion sending waves of pleasure through his body – he’s been waiting for this all night, and it’s divine.
Ravio is taut as a bowstring underneath him, breath coming out in shallow pants, overwhelmed by the warmth around his cock. He’s once again pulling with his wrists, likely desperate but unable to grab on to Link like he usually does in this position. Link gives him a moment.
“You’re so tight…” Ravio whimpers. Link clenches again just to tease him – his immediate moan is music to his ears.
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to, understood?” Ravio nods rapidly.
“Good bunny.”
Link moves his hips, slowly at first – aiming for that same slow pace he had set before that drove Ravio mad. He rises until just the tip is inside him, then slides back down until his thighs meet Ravio’s hips, steady and careful. He watches Ravio’s stomach flex as he tries not to thrust up, smiling at the fact that he’s clearly trying to be good. Perhaps he should be pushing him a little bit further…
The next time he pulls up, he slams back down, immediately setting an unrelenting pace. Link places his hands on the bed on either side of Ravio’s chest, leaning forward slightly, allowing him to move much faster than before, rocking himself on top of Ravio. His moans match Ravio’s – it had been too long since he’d taken Ravio like this. The mix of the control he prefers with the delicious pressure inside him, filling him perfectly, it’s amazing. Ravio is amazing.
Link tells Ravio as such. Staring down at him, watching his eyebrows scrunch against the blindfold, how his teeth clench around the whine as he takes the compliment. Watching him get closer and closer again, slowly falling apart underneath him, under the force of their joint pleasure. He keeps the compliments flowing, one in time with each connection of their hips, grinning wide with every sound he punches out of Ravio’s chest.
Stunning, gorgeous, such a good bunny, I love you so much.
“Please…” Ravio moans, “I want to come… please!”
“Not yet, darling,” Link coos. His hips continue to slam down, unrelenting. He reaches down and presses two fingers to his own cock, the moan that tumbles out loud and unabashed. It feels so fucking good. The plan was to drag this out as long as possible, tease Ravio to his limits, but it seems as if Link is reaching his own rather fast. He needs to come on Ravio’s cock – the desire is taking over all other motivation.
Ravio reacts to Link’s pleasure, finally unable to resist bucking up. It's uneven and frantic, nothing more than desperation. Link tries to move with it, but eventually gives up and just holds himself almost pressed to Ravio’s hips, letting him piston himself in and out of Link’s tight hole as he focuses on stimulating his cock.
Ravio whines, pulling at his binds again as his hips shift slower and slower until he’s just grinding himself into Link.
“Please… please… please…” Ravio begs, over and over, mindless and fucked out and needy, and Link grins even though he knows Ravio can’t see it.
“So desperate, so cute,” Link pants, “Make me come first, then you can fill me up with it.”
Like the good boy he is, Ravio immediately starts fucking up into Link – this time, he tries to keep it consistent enough that he slides from tip to base each time. Link’s fingers move almost frantically on his cock, knees spreading wider on the bed, everything falling away but the pleasure rocking through him. He chases it further, and further, and further, mouth open and spare hand clenched in the sheets as he takes Ravio as much as he can, as deep as he can. It’s magnificent, electric right down his spine to his base, pushing him closer, closer, closer…
When Link finally comes, he slams himself down on Ravio’s cock, clenching tight as his whole body shakes through orgasm. It's a delicious feeling, and he pants, back wet with sweat and chest heaving, while a satisfied smile crawls across his face.
He slowly lowers himself to rest his forehead against Ravio’s shoulder. Link does not lift his hips to pull off of him. He can feel Ravio’s body taut and twitching beneath his own – he shifts so his hot breath brushes against Ravio’s ear.
“Such a good bunny for me. You can come whenever you want.”
Link lazily picks his hips up, hole still twitching around Ravio’s cock, then grinds down into him. The resulting moan rumbles into Link’s chest where they’re pressed together – he idly mouths at the juncture between jaw and neck as Ravio’s hips jump against his.
It’s a more languid end, but no less satisfying. Ravio fills Link’s hole up with a choked off whine caught in his throat, cock twitching inside of him one final pleasure. Then Link shifts just enough to let it slip out of him, uncaring of the inevitable mess it’ll make; he focuses on pressing gentle kisses against Ravio’s lips while he comes down from his high.
When Ravio sighs, content and boneless, Link sits up and unties him. First his hands, taking each wrist and rubbing circles into the red marks with his thumbs, before guiding his arms to lay relaxed against the bed by his side. Then he slips the scarf from around Ravio’s eyes, smiling down at him.
“Hey there, wabbit,” he murmurs, full of love. Ravio takes a moment to adjust to the light, and smiles back.
“Hi,” Ravio whispers.
Link climbs off of Ravio, flopping to the side onto the bed and immediately opening his arms for Ravio to curl up against him. He snuggles in right away, tucking his head under Link’s chin and leaving little kisses against his collarbones.
“You did so well, bunny…” Link presses his lips against Ravio’s head, “I wish you could’ve seen the view. You look good in blue.” Link doesn’t think he’s going to forget it for a very long time.
“I wish I could’ve seen you, too, I bet you looked nice up there. Not that I’m complaining about the blindfold, that was also nice… real nice. Wowie. We should do this again sometime.” Ravio yawns. “Maybe next time, without the blindfold? So I can see you. But still with my hands tied up.” He nuzzles closer, tangling their legs together. Link runs his hands gently up Ravio’s back.
“That sounds like a lovely idea. Maybe try a different position next time, too.” Link catches Ravio’s yawn. There’s plenty more they can do with this scarf, Link is sure. It seems it’s quite a bit more versatile than he first thought.