"If you like seeing me a bit roughed up, there's other ways for it to happen," Link pointed out. He brought his hands up, cupping the warlord's face, leaning in closer to Ganondorf and just letting his lips hover a couple of centimeters from the older man's. "You could roughen me up yourself, instead of letting your minions do it. I don't think we've even sparred since we started seeing each other."
Their destined battle was off the table, cast aside instead for the love that grew between them, but Link would love the challenge of fighting Ganondorf in a simple spar. He knew how much more powerful his lover was than the strongest monsters he'd faced and he wouldn't doubt it would be a tremendous task to best the Gerudo. It sounded like fun, if he was honest.
"Bet you'd love to see how graceful and capable I am first-hand, wouldn't you?" Link teased his lips gently against Ganondorf's. "What do you say?"
Not so shamefully, his mind had traversed ELSEWHERE at the mention of an alternative method of, quote, ' roughing the hero up, ' but despite it not QUITE being what Link means, the suggestion, still, is enticing in its own way. " You seek a spar with me, then? I admit... even PRIOR to our relationship, deep within me nestled a desire to test your STRENGTH. "
The husky chuckle to follow is heated, belying entirely different intentions. With how Link was ghosting his lips 'long the demon kings tantalizingly, making his mind wander ever further from the prospect of a good battle, Ganondorf suspects the hero is AWARE this ' spar ' of theirs shan't remain just that for too long. Still, he cannot deny the CURIOSITY still left unsatiated at just how STRONG Link had become since he'd been put to sleep and re-awakened.
" Do not hold back, else I will be very, v e r y displeased, " he whispers, leaning forward to nip at Link's bottom lip with a barely contained groan of need, " I wish to be put on MY backside, for once, if you can manage that. Give me everything you can, my love, and nothing LESS. "