This is Part I of a four-five-part ficlet series, in response to a naughty prompt from the lovely @apparentlynotreallyfinnish 🖤
Link’s cock twitched.
His breathing was labored.
The blindfold secured over his eyes shifted up just enough that he could peek from the underside. The blindfolds they played with at home were not as good as the ones they wore on GMM; and despite every cell in his body absolutely humming with a need that felt electric, Link couldn’t quite block that imperfection from nagging at the periphery of his mind.
That was why they started playing like this. It was no secret that Link had… control issues. His brain tortured him endlessly with tallying imperfections and inefficiencies all around him. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d exhaust himself trying to adjust each detail, to orchestrate and guide each scenario toward his vision of perfection… analyzing everything until there was nothing left.
But Rhett had figured out a way to help. Or maybe it was just something he’d always wanted to try, and this just seemed like an opportunity to get Link on board. By allowing Link to voluntarily, and temporarily, give himself over to Rhett, it provided a safe, exciting, and fun way to practice relaxing his mind.
Link was quickly brought out of his head and into his body as he sensed Rhett’s large form hovering above him, deft fingers stroking lightly over Link’s nipples. He subtly, just barely perceptibly, tried to arch into the touch. Rhett put him back in his place with a sharp pinch, causing Link to cry out as Rhett shifted the vibrator deeper inside him.
“Hhhngh-R-Rhett,” Link rasped, a jolt ran up his spine as Rhett upped the vibrator speed. It pressed directly against his prostate, and pleasure turned to pain with the intensity. Link could barely think straight, he was right on the edge.
Rhett nuzzled Link’s neck, hot breath ghosted over Link’s already over-heated skin. Rhett’s free hand lightly caressed Link’s face, fingertips tracing delicately down his neck, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Link shivered with anticipation, having been worked into overdrive.
“What’s wrong, Link?” Rhett breathed against his neck. And Link could feel Rhett’s lips against him as they curled into a smirk. His wandering hand came to rest in on Link’s chest. Palm lingering over Link’s heartbeat thudding against his rib cage. Link’s knuckles went white as his hands gripped at the bedsheets. He had asked Rhett not to tie him up. He felt that was a level of helplessness that would have him more frustrated and panicky than relaxed and mindless. But he was determined to stay still, despite the lack of restraints. This was different, because it was his choice.
“Wanna come, Rhett,” Link whimpered, the ache in his cock so painful now that he wasn’t even sure even a cock ring could keep him from coming. “Please...”
“Not yet,” Rhett murmured into his skin, bearded mouth trailing over Link’s collarbone, feather light. Link didn’t need soft and light - he wanted friction, wanted to feel Rhett grind his hips down against his own; but Rhett brought a finger up Link’s length, and released a sigh of his own as he watched Link shiver under his touch. “Only good boys get rewarded.”
This is part II of a five-part ficlet series inspired by a naughty prompt 😈 from the lovely @apparentlynotreallyfinnish 🖤
Part I is: here
Part II is: below :)
Link wanted to insist that he’d been good. That he wouldn’t come until Rhett said to, but that he deserved to feel Rhett’s fingers - at the very least - working inside of him, fucking him into oblivion. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Well, he could breathe, but it was strained. Heat pooled in his gut. His hips jerked up off the bed, almost involuntarily, and his ass squeezed around the vibrator that Rhett pushed inside. Link could hear his own seemingly disembodied voice, and he knew that he was whining too loudly, but he was powerless to control it, tears clinging to his eyelashes behind the blindfold.
“Can’t... Rhett, please,” Link begged, wrists tense and aching from gripping so tightly. The strain in his arms burned as he shifted, and greedily sucked air.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg, Link.”
Link took some satisfaction in the fact that Rhett sounded like he was… affected, too.
He pressed a kiss to Link’s jaw, and let a thumb settle over his adam’s apple as he kissed a new path down Link’s neck.
The vibrator wasn’t as intense anymore, dulled down; and Link could feel the quiver in his shaky arms travel down to his legs.
“Rhett,” Link began again, sobbing when Rhett licked over his nipple, sucked it into his mouth, and let his tongue swirl around the hardened nub. Rhett’s nails raked over Link’s throat, teeth rolling Link’s nipple between them. Link’s toes curled. His mouth trembled as he pleaded, “H-hurts, Rhett. Please, I — ah, can’t, I can’t.”
Rhett paused, his nose traced up the center of Link’s chest. The touch was barely there, and it was the kind that drove Link crazy with desperation.
“Do you want to stop?”
“N-no,” Link answered immediately, and he bit back a moan as Rhett kissed him. His tongue dipped into Link’s parted mouth. He pulled back slowly, Link’s bottom lip caught between his teeth. Rhett tugged hard, but not hard enough. Link felt the wicked smile pressed against his mouth. Rhett’s hand wrapped around Link’s cock, slowly jerking him off. It was too much, and Link’s entire body was strung so tight, so desperate.
“Fuck, please, please,” Link gasped. His head fell against the pillow, his back arched upward into Rhett’s hands, and Rhett littered kisses down Link’s body, teeth scraping against his pecs, digging deeper. He rubbed his thumb over the head of Link’s cock, pressing into the slit. Link was sobbing, tears spilled past his eyes as his orgasm wracked through him. His body fell slack as he came back down, cock still hard. It hurt, and Link couldn’t help the way he despondently cried out Rhett’s name.
“Shhh,” Rhett hummed, brushing Link’s sweaty hair back as he kissed him softly, and sweetly pet Link’s torso. “I’m so proud of you, Link. Always so good for me.”
Link’s nails dug into the palms of his hands, sweat rendered his grip on the sheets slippery. He hissed as the vibrator continued to press into his prostate. It was completely turned off now, but everything felt like too much, like he’d been stretched too thin.
So I was supposed to send something for the kink prompt thing and I totally forgot, but I saw your psa so... Here I am. Appa is kinky on main and would like to order some orgasm denial, please and thank you! ;)
“Send me a kink prompt. I’ll write you a quick little drabble.”
::thousands of words later.... ::
I will be answering this lovely prompt from this lovely person next 🖤 in another four-part ficlet series.
