Goodness, that kiss felt so… right. Link pressed into it, thin fingers gracing the demon lord’s jawline as he closed his eyes. Parting from the kiss, Link could barely meet chocolate brown eyes.
A soft gasp emerged from the blond as he was scooped up and carried over to the chair, curling up in Ghirahim’s lap once he was set down. Every single touch on his legs only made the youth shiver and squirm even more.
Leaning up, Link gave the other a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into the demon lord’s arms.
"A-aha… Ghira…" He started, voice barely above a whisper, "I-I love… y-…"
He was a little too embarrassed to say the rest, instead pressing his reddened face in the crook of the demon lord’s neck.
"I get it." A gloved hand knocked the green hat off his head and kissed along his jaw as best as he could, stroking through the other man's hair, humming to himself. "I understand you do."
He hadn't told him what he was other than that he was a demon. He hadn't told him of what he was, carefully testing things if he should serve another hero and undergo the heartbreak that he had suffered when the second hero died, loyal servant leading his funeral and the only one who buried him.
He had no desire to bury a second hero like that. Love was enough for him. No need to arm the boy with his sword.
