#flamboycnt

[iubitule]

@flamboycnt inquired — " i'd love to hear your thoughts on group sex . keeping you in the spotlight , of course . "

𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, his fingers still intertwined with Ghirahim’s as they lay beside each other. Though now his ministrations are more so using his partner’s hand as a fidget outlet.

" That’s a little… " How should he put this? He doesn’t want to disappoint Ghirahim, as he’s aware he enjoys going out and fucking around with some other people at times. Airin, though, can’t find himself doing the same. That’d take courage and a lot of confidence… something he lacks when it isn’t fall.

" I think I’d be cozier with it when it’s in the fall, I think… My mind’s a bit more clouded, and I don’t feel as seen; if that makes sense? I’d just want you to stay in view. Cause I’m not so good with strangers that much since I guess I’m shy, but you being there encouraging me will make it less… scary in that regard. " He gives Ghirahim’s hand a squeeze.

group sex 6/10

[gloryseized]

❝ you really don’t want to see me angry , and i think you’re smart enough to know that . ❞    / for good ol link

Meme Tag -- @flamboycnt

Link's lips press against his teeth as he considers his next move. As odd as the spirit can get, he knows that the guy is dangerous, and he's only going to take so much pushing before he starts to get really nasty. Link can tell that just from what he's seen Ghirahim do so far. But if the spirit now actually feels the need to say it, that must mean things are getting close.

Tapping first his left shoulder, he swings his hand around to tap his right shoulder. Shaking his head, his fisted hand sweeps out from underneath it, thumb curled on top. Fisted hands cross in front of his chest a couple times. << We don't have to fight.>> he signs clearly, cautiously, before he continues. Tapping his chest, his pointer finger crooks forward then pulls back before both pointer fingers arch up and over Ghirahim's shoulder. << I need to go over there. >>

[dutifulsilence]

@flamboycnt sent: " you don't even know why i'm mad at you , do you ? "

« I barely know you. »

Link had only met Ghirahim a few brief times, and it seemed as though the other always had a sense of anger about him, especially whenever the two of them were face to face. While Link could sense that the other man was much more than what he seemed, he didn't ever quite understand what made him so different. They'd spoken rarely, only short exchanges before it seemed Ghirahim tired of being near him.

From that little, Link couldn't begin to guess why Ghirahim was mad in particular.

« I'm the hero, is that it? I don't need to guess at your nature - I can almost taste the darkness on you. You hate me for the role I play in this endless cycle, is that right?»

It's a broad enough guess that it had to at least be part of the reason, he figures.

[aiirn]

@flamboycnt inquired – ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

Their hands press against cool stone– Ghirahim's fingers firmly but lovingly force Airin to stand in place. The blond can't hear the rushing waterfall beyond his husband's heated breath and sultry voice. He's heard it many times before– the spot they always ran off to when they thought Ghirahim's army wasn't paying attention; or when things got too heated in the spirit's tent.

A bygone era, yet even now as they innocently passed their old spot... it was like instinct for the both of them.

Airin's own nails clench against his stomach, and he feels the spirit press his palm deeper against his flesh in teasing retaliation. ' –fucking made for me. ' He can feel Ghirahim inside of him. With each slow, powerful antagonizing thrust he almost feels like a heartbeat. Yet the tension and heat grow nearly unbearable, but he doesn't dare thrust back against him.

The spirit's stance is keeping them from slipping on the weathered stone. Any form of retaliation might mean actual pain. An accidental clumisness that might end their little romp. Thus, Airin is completely at his mercy. He can only whimper with each calculated thrust– how deep is he willing to go?

Airin hisses into a deeper moan. The strain nearly mutes his purring, but his long lashes flutter open; watching a drip of sweat fall off of them. He squeezes their hands against the stone as it's the only rebuttal he can do. " ...Then fucking prove it. "

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[dutifulsilence]

@flamboycnt sent: 💋 bet.

Okay, Ghirahim asked for it. Even as tall as the other was, Link was able to grab him by the collar and pull him down, pressing his lips against Ghirahim's in a slow, exploratory kiss. Slipping his arms over the other's shoulder, Link teased his tongue into the kiss, running lightly against Ghirahim's for a moment before breaking the kiss and letting him go.

"Happy with that?"

[gloryseized]

" do you not fear the darkness anymore ? " it felt rather odd walking across the depths , even more so that link agreed to have his company - the demon lord was bored , seeking a distraction it was easy as well as amusing to join the little hero on spontaneous adventures . - for link !

Shooting the other a look out of the corner of his eyes, he gestured vaguely towards one of the distantly lit Lightroot. Even with how far off the plant-like structure was, it did add a certain light to the area so perhaps only the most fearful would still call this dark. Tapping his chest, his hand curled into a fist to sweep out from under his chin, thumb sticking out. Both hands then danced in front of his chest, fingers splayed. Finally he let both hands sweep over his face, palms facing him. << I am not afraid of the dark. >> Link insisted.

But then a thought danced through his mind, clouding his expression. No, the darkness wasn't a problem--it was what lurked inside--and his shoulders bunched together at the thought. At least he didn't see any evidence of Gloom nearby for which he was thankful. Repeating the same motion before, palms flat and sweeping over his head an chest, he then swept his fisted hand out from under his chin, thumb sticking out. Both hands rattled in front of his chest before he chopped his left hand on the palm of his right, almost as if he cut off a piece of his palm. << The dark isn't the scary part. >>

[dutifulsilence]

@flamboycnt sent: [ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall.

He hadn't been expecting this - he'd been alone a moment ago, he was sure, exploring the ruined temple in quiet solitude. The next thing he'd known, his back was hitting the wall, his hands were held over his head, and he found himself face-to-face with Ghirahim. Heart pounding in his chest, Link gave a tug to try to get his hands free - without much luck.

"What are you doing?" Link asked, bringing his knee up to push against Ghirahim's thigh for just a little bit of personal space. "This isn't really the place for this."