Tags: rhink, NSFW, dom!Link, sub!Rhett, blowjobs, slight angst, domestic fluff if you squint
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Link was normally relatively good at keeping his cool when being pleasured. His dominant persona rarely allowed for his words to stumble, or his eyes to flutter. For the most part, he was good at keeping up the facade, the occasional bite of his lip keeping him rooted to the moment.
You see Rhett was spontaneous. He never failed to surprise Link with his plethora of sexual needs, and his endless craving which sometimes got in the way of other things. Link didn't mind this, but it did do a toll on his persona. The lines between real Link and the Link who couldn't express blurred more day by day, frustrations going unnoticed while he would have to bite his knuckles to keep quiet when Rhett dropped to his knees. He kicked himself for using the same tactics he had used years ago. He just couldn't seem to get it together.
"Link, can I ask you somethin'?" The sound of silverware clinking and quiet chewing was interrupted by the elder, whose voice sounded softer than usual. Link didn't bother trying to speak through the food in his mouth, but rather gestured with the fork he held in his grip.
"Why do you hold back so much?"
Link tried not to choke on the bit of grilled chicken he had been chewing. There had been a rule seemingly established silently that they didn't bring sexual conversations to supper. They would wait until both had finished eating, or until they lied next to one another in bed. Link wondered if he had misunderstood.
"I'm sorry?" He replied after a few seconds too long.
"Why do you hold back so much? There's no way you're normally that.... quiet." Rhett whispered the last word tentatively, almost as if he was afraid. In a way, he was. This was uncharted territory with Link. Rhett was always asking for more, god always more, but he had never asked for something to change about what was done. He had taken the plunge now, and he had to face the music.
Link's cool gaze settled on him from across the table, and he quirked an eyebrow in thought. His sideways smile he always wore when he was at ease had slipped from his face, taking the goofy boyfriend he had known for years with it.
"Don't suppose I have an answer." Link returned before sticking another bite of chicken in his mouth. His voice sounded heavier, and Rhett could feel the weight pressing at him to please. Their dynamic was so easy to slip into he had to fight in order to keep from speaking in his own persona.
"I want you to quit doin' that." Rhett tried hard to keep his voice steady, even as Link's loud chewing stopped for a moment. The one think Link had never learned to control was the blush which would rise on his cheeks at certain times. Rhett couldn't help but feel proud of himself when Link's teeth dug into his knuckles, and those icy blue eyes contrasted to the red which bloomed across his cheeks, sometimes even down his neck and chest. He couldn't help but want more right then.
"I don't know if I can do that for you, Rhett.." Rhett could practically feel Link's mind racing, even while his voice sounded calm as ever, even now dragging him down deeper into something more primal.
Link could barely breathe as he swallowed the meat on his tongue which at some point had turned bitter. He remembered the last time like it was yesterday. The ridicule, the embarrassment, the desperation. He had worked so hard to force back that need within himself but when he was alone, late at night, need throbbing within him, his breaths caught in his throat, high pitched keens would bounce back from his walls, leaving him breathless.
Rhett could see the different emotions flicker through blue irises. He took notice in his Link's lips parted in need, then his adams apple bobbed with a nervous swallow, his brows scrunched up in memory, his lips twitching down in distaste. All throughout, Rhett could feel the persona slipping through more, shutting Link down slowly.
"Please?" Rhett tried his best to make his voice sound enticing, desperate to bring this want to light he had been toying with for forever. "Just this once?" Rhett subtly placed the napkin from his lap on the table, trailing his fingertips up Link's arm. "Let me make you feel good, Link. Let yourself go."
It was as if a switch had flipped, and Link was on Rhett's lap, dominance radiating even as he sat still.
"Is that what you want Rhett? You need to be reminded that I'm yours?" Rhett couldn't ignore how Link's fingertips took longer than usual to undo his shirt button, shaky with nervous energy.
"Link, let's go to the bedroom." Rhett could barely keep a thought in his mind as he felt the flesh of Link's hips give beneath his fingertips.
"That's not-" Link stopped himself, almost like he was resetting before standing up and pressing out the wrinkles in the front of his shirt. It was the closest he could get to regaining control. He had slipped up. Snapped. Even that little breach was intoxicating to Rhett, and he knew he could break the man he loved.
Rhett wrapped a arm around Link's back, biting his lip as he allowed his hand to slip lower, feeling the flex and give of muscles beneath his palm while they walked. It was impossible to ignore the falter in Link's steps.
"Rhett..." Link's voice was warning, a quiet tell. Link was already having to fight to keep from spinning out of control, and he couldn't ignore how his length twitched achingly in his jeans.
Rhett didn't pull away this time, he didn't let the warning in his tone scare him. He knew that to break something, you first had to put pressure on it. So, he gently slapped Link's ass while they walked into their bedroom, thoughts louder than their footsteps.
"Rhett don't-" Link stopped himself from speaking after he jumped away from the slight pain Rhett's large palm had left. His knees felt like they might give out at any time.
Rhett didn't let him think for very long. Link didn't know when his shirt had disappeared, but he didn't fight the large palm pressing him back against the bed. His mind began to go blank as the sound of his own belt buckle being undone reached his ears.
The words barely registered before warm, wet heat wrapped around him, sucking all the air from the room. Link's thighs tried to close on either side of Rhett, his lack of control setting off alarms in his mind.
The drag of Rhett's tongue was addicting as he popped off to speak words while kissing down Link's shaft.
"Stop thinkin' so loud." Link would have laughed if not for the gentle press of Rhett's tongue against his balls, beard scratching at his thighs. Link slung an arm over his face, feeling the heat of a blush in his face. Rhett knew him much too well, had every inch of him memorized. He tried to roll his hips against the calloused palm which held his slender hips to the bed.
Rhett's tongue worked over him, never staying in one place for long. His lips would suction around the head for a while, slathering pearly drops of precum over the entirety of him. Rhett palmed at the flesh of his thighs, watching as Link bit at his knuckles, chest heaving with silent pleasure.
Rhett pulled gently at Link's arm, dragging his tongue over the head again, flicking it a few times before tugging again, more insistently. Link turned loose that time, letting Rhett grip both of his wrists in one hand. His other hand began to work over Link's length, long, slow strokes, teasing at something better.
It wouldn't have been audible to someone who wasnt listening so intently, but the sound of need somehow worked it's way past those teeth which dug into his lip.
It was the most arousing sound Rhett had ever heard.
The affect was instantaneous. Almost like a dam had been broken, Link's hips were wriggling beneath Rhett's touches, which were much too gentle for what he needed. Link's breath hissed between his teeth when Rhett tightened his grip, gentle whines when it would loosen.
The noise he made when Rhett finally wrapped his tongue around the head again was breathtaking. He moaned, low in his throat, his pleasure derived from Rhett. Link could have sworn he saw stars at the edges of his vision, his hips would stay still. The humiliation of falling apart like this only served as coals to fuel the burning in his lower belly.
Rhett and Link both knew he would cum like this, sprawled out, shirt pushed up messily, jeans around his ankles, hair mussed from sweat and the bedsheets beneath him.
Rhett couldn't think of anything more sexy. The weight of him on his tongue brought forth his own string of moans, sending vibrations all over Link's body. Desperation showed in the form of sweat, and his back began to arch off the bed.
"Rheeeett-" the first coherent word to leave Link's mouth, and Rhett could've came right then if now for the fight he was putting up to last until Link was through. That didn't mean he wasnt palming himself through thin boxers though.
"God, Link, you're going to be the death of me." Rhett spoke once more before sucking Link into his mouth once more, tongue lolling against him before curling with purpose, swirling around his aching length without rhyme or reason. The lack of pace only served to brink Link closer.
"Oh god, oh god, oh pleeaaase-" Link's voice broke off from it's high keen for a gasp, and Rhett knew it was over. The tensing of his thighs on either side of his head, the way his hips stilled beneath his palm, how everything went quiet as Link was suspended on the edge.
And Rhett flicked his tongue one last time.
"Oooooooohfucking GAH RHETT!" Link's voice was jumbled, and his whole body came alive again, practically thrashing beneath Rhett's hold. Link had truly fallen apart. Rhett's hand worked over himself desperately as Link's release left thick ropes on his tongue and lips. It took next to nothing before Rhett was burying his face in Link's hip bone, moaning loudly as he made a mess on the floor.
When he looked up after a few moments, cool blue was waiting on him, watching with a lazy smile.
"You're never staying quiet again, bo."
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