an exchange of sorts (Volga/Link, nsfw)
a pwp fic set in a little adventure Link and Volga end up taking together after the War of Eras just the two of them, mostly to get to know each other and fight together. they don't exactly know how the other works, biologically. horny shenanigans ensue
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Travelling with Volga has been… interesting. There’s many things Link is unfamiliar with, when it comes to dragons, which are slowly being revealed over the course of their adventuring.
They’re more curious than one would assume – motivated to find out all the answers once they become fixated on something. Their sense of smell is more finely tuned than a hylian’s, able to pick up on what any other would miss. And they're awfully, irritably, stubborn.
All things that are incredibly inconvenient to Link at precisely this moment.
They’re standing in the stairwell of an inn. Volga stares intently at him, unmoving, as Link flounders. He’s bright red, he’s sure of it, but there’s no mirror to check or any way to stop the blood flowing to his cheeks.
“You can’t just– ask someone that!” he splutters out, looking at Volga incredulously.
“Why not? You humans seem to talk of copulating, and the results of, all the time. If you’re having needs, then you simply are. Dragons mate too, you are aware?”
Volga had smelled that he was horny. Because of his fucking t shot sending him into overdrive, and the long days of travel leaving him with no opportunity to deal with it. And now the dragon is staring him down, waiting for a yes or no to whether he is in heat.
“Well yes, it’s a thing that happens, but– it’s personal! You don’t just drop in casual conversation that you’re in need of a shag, not unless you’re close to someone.”
“I was made aware without you needing to say anything.” For some reason, Volga sees fit to step closer, and Link finds himself almost trapped between the dragon and the wall. Talk about a rock and a hard place. Goddesses he’s so hard right now.
“And why do you need to ask after it? Are you offering to help, or something?” He doesn’t know why he says it. Maybe the lingering looks he finds himself taking in Volga’s direction, the way his body moves in battle captivating him. Maybe because the last time he managed to take some time alone, Volga was in his mind almost the entire time, and it’s getting harder to ignore in his current state. Maybe because Volga is leaning even closer, crowding him, and he can feel the warmth of his presence and the way he looks down at Link with narrowed observing eyes is hot, damnit.
“You are my travelling partner. I said if you quested with me, your needs would be met. I am not backing down from that now.”
Link sucks in a breath. It could make things awkward for the rest of their journey. It could also be the best lay of his life.
Fuck it.
“Okay,” he says, and Volga immediately leans in for a kiss. He dodges to the side. “Not here, bloody– follow me.”
Link grabs Volga by the wrist and drags him up the stairs to their inn room. He follows easily, not even resisting Link’s grip, all the way through the door and into the room. He has a dragon bowing down to him, being led when he’s always been the one in front. Because he’s going to meet Link’s needs.
When they first met on the battlefield, all those years ago, he certainly wasn't expecting this.
It seems Volga would only fall in line for so long, because the moment the door is closed and locked behind them, Link is being pushed up against it. Volga’s hand cups the nape of his neck and their lips are locked together not a moment later. Volga’s mouth is warm. Everything about him is warm, even through their layers, and Link sinks into it immediately. His mind falls away to the pleasure rolling into his brain from the heat of their kissing, captivated.
When he tries to reach out to touch Volga, all Link finds is hard metal, and he reluctantly pulls away again to gasp, “We should get undressed.” Now it’s actually happening, his mind is shouting the long sat urge to see what Volga looks like bare from the rooftops, and he’s desperate. Desperate for some skin to skin contact, desperate to be fucked, and that requires much less clothing than the battle ready armaments they possess.
Thankfully, they’re both quite quick at putting armour on, and thus taking it off again. In under a minute they’re stripped to their underclothes, which for Link is a binder and boxers, and for Volga is an extremely tight fitting, black bodysuit. That leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Like what you see?” Volga smirks, subtly flexing as he watches Link watch. His eyes are no longer shadowed by the helm, hair loose and cascading down his back, and Link stares without any attempt to hide it. Volga might just be the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life. And he’s big. Taller, of course, by about an entire head and a half, and his muscles are large and powerful. But Link can clearly see his bulge, too, and it’s just as impressive as the rest of him.
Volga steps closer again. Link licks his lips. Volga is looking him over now, too, and he can’t help but feel a little bit like a prey animal caught in a snare. It only turns him on more. When he’s close enough to touch, Volga reaches out and tangles his hand in the back of Link’s hair. He’s perplexed for all of a second before his head is being pulled back, and hot breath is against his throat.
Sharp teeth scrape ever so gently against the column of his throat and Link moans. He can feel Volga’s smile pressed up against his skin in response, half humiliated that Volga could feel it vibrate up his throat and half waiting with delirious anticipation as to what he’s going to do next. He kisses down Link’s neck, hot tongue poking out every other press, until he gets to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Then he bites down, hard.
A strangled cry claws its way out of Link’s throat, the pain mixing with the heady warmth of Volga pressed up against him into intoxicating pleasure. His arms shoot up to grip onto his shoulders, whether to push away or hold close Link isn’t sure. Volga’s tongue tends the bite, tasting the beads of blood that spring from the wound where it broke skin, warmth soothing the sting. Then he’s moving up to press his nose to the juncture of Link’s neck and jaw.
“Your scent has been catching my nose for days,” he murmurs into Link’s ear, and Link shivers. Volga’s free hand tucks itself into the waistband of his boxers. “Dragons also have needs. I was unsure how much longer I could last.” He grinds his cock against Link’s stomach, and Link’s hands shift to tangle into Volga’s long hair.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Their lips crash together again, desperate and rough, as hands work Link’s boxers off of him. The moment they're down and kicked to the side they’re both stumbling to the bed, still kissing, uncaring for gracefulness in the face of their lust. Link falls backwards, and Volga follows. Volga’s hands trail down Link’s body. Dragging blunt nails across his stomach and sides, teasing the crease between stomach and leg, until they reach his thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. Then he spreads them apart and leans back from Link’s mouth.
Link lies under the dragon's stare. He quivers with arousal and the tiniest twinge of anxiety, watching Volga look at him, what was left unexplained hanging in the air – and then warm fingers are pressing between his folds and Link is throwing his head back with a moan.
“Such a perfectly sculpted warrior… your beauty rivals my own,” two fingers press inside, “And clearly, your body begs for mine. Yes, a perfect match.”
Link spreads his legs further apart as Volga starts to move inside of him. His back arches, and he reaches up to cover his mouth in an attempt not to make any particularly embarrassing noises – the walls of the inn are undoubtedly thinner than ideal for such activities. He doesn't know how much self control he’ll have when Volga finally takes him, but he wants to at least try. A task that’s getting harder and harder as the moments pass and the dragon’s pace increases. He pants against his palm desperately, squeezing his eyes shut.
A third finger joins the other two, stretching him open, and a whimper makes its way past his hand unbidden. Volga makes a noise, a low rumble that drives Link mad – then he’s pulling out.
Pushing up to his elbows, Link looks up just in time to watch Volga peel his bodysuit over his head. Link thinks he might drool at the sight. Then he looks down at Volga’s cock, large and standing at attention, and one sliver of rationality returns to him.
“W-wait, hold on,” he holds a hand up, stopping Volga from leaning in again. “I’m gonna uh. um. Fuck…”
He shifts up to his knees, and gestures for Volga to sit in the centre of the bed. When he does, Link moves to straddle him – hands meet his waist immediately, Volga looking up at him for the first time. The change in angle doesn’t disguise the fact that he looks like he’s going to gobble Link up whole. Link chuckles nervously.
“You’re gonna have to let me set the pace here. You’re, uh. Big.”
“I’m aware. Go ahead,” Volga grins up at him. The smirk is arrogant, something boastful Link has gotten used to over their quest. He crashes their lips together again. He tries to ignore just how much Volga’s attitude drives him mad with lust, and instead pushes his hips down to grind against his cock.
Link adjusts the angle until his cock is pressing against Volga’s, letting his own slick assist the movement as he becomes almost frantic. He could get himself off like this just fine. The knowledge in his mind is as sure a fact as the sky is blue. But no, he wants more. He wants the hot press of a dragon spearing him open, and he wants it now. Slowly and with clear hesitation, he pries himself off of Volga until he’s just perched over his hips. Volga’s hands stay steady on his waist, keeping him close, but letting him adjust. He takes the large cock in hand and presses it to his entrance. His blood burns in his veins, blush high on his cheeks, as he takes a deep breath and finally sinks down.
The warmth that immediately fills him is almost overwhelming. Even just an inch inside, Link whines, speared open and so full it almost drives him to the edge immediately. He takes more, then more, sinking lower until he’s taken as much as he can, heat pressing against his walls deliciously and leaving him panting. It feels so good.
Volga’s nails dig into his hips, clearly just as undone as Link is, and when they make eye contact his gaze is smouldering.
“You are,” Volga gasps, “a masterpiece.”
Link leans down and captures his lips once more. This time it’s wet, desperate, both of them only holding on by a thread. They moan into each other's mouths when Link even minutely shifts his hips. Link knows he won’t be able to last too long once he starts properly moving, and he knows Volga won’t either. But he can’t drag it out any longer. He needs to be broken on this man’s cock, finally.
Without pulling from Volga’s face, he shifts his hips until he’s taking just the tip, and slowly sinks back down again. Each inch pressed back inside him makes him almost delirious. He can’t help but chase the pleasure – each subsequent drag gets faster and faster until he’s bouncing on Volga’s cock, open mouth pants against his lips. Link braces on either side of Volga’s head, fucking himself on the dragon beneath him, entirely lost to the feeling of it.
Volga’s hands slide until one rests on Link’s waist and the other is upon his thigh, and then he pistons up into Link. The last sliver of coherence leaves him – he lets Volga take control. He falls down onto Volga’s chest, face pressed to his neck, unable to do anything but gasp and moan.
“You take me so well…” Volga mutters around a groan, “We’re alike both in battle and bed it seems… what a glorious performance you give.”
Volga fucks him hard and Link tries to move to match his pace, sloppy and uncoordinated and borderline needy. He shoves his hand between them, pushing against his cock desperately. He’s close. He’s so close, almost there, please—
Link comes tight and fast on Volga’s cock, cry caught on his lips. His whole body shakes and twitches and he can’t help but fall entirely limp as he’s fucked through it, the grip on him unrelenting.
A few moments later, floating through his orgasm, he feels Volga pull out and something almost scorching splash across his back. He just presses his face further into his neck.
It isn’t until a few moments later when something gently brushes against his shoulder that he finally looks up.
“Satisfied?” Volga gently grabs his chin, observing him. Link nods.
“Fuckin’ fantastic.”
In an almost uncharacteristic show of affection, Volga nuzzles his nose against Link’s, before trying to shift out from under him. Link pulls himself up enough to let him free, and promptly flops back down onto the bed with his face smushed into the pillow.
He listens as Volga putters around the room – lets him take a towel to his back, wiping the cum off of it, before it’s being laid out next to him and Volga is perching on the edge of the bed with a brush in hand.
“Now I do not know how long human heats last,” Volga begins brushing his hair, “but a dragon’s can be… more than one time needed. Should we book this hotel another night?"
Link looks up from where he’s begun to clean himself up with the towel. “Huh? Oh, that comment about heats earlier. We don’t have stuff like that, we just… get horny sometimes? It’s not that serious, just um, can be frustrating.” He didn’t think he’d have to explain arousal to another adult, but, well, he just fucked a dragon, so perhaps anything goes in his life.
Volga stops brushing his hair. “...I fear there has been a miscommunication. I apologise for crossing a boundary.” He looks at Link with genuine remorse in his eyes, and Link’s heartbeat spikes.
“Huh? What did you do?”
“For dragons, heats are quite overwhelming. A way to soothe the nerves – and bring the couple closer biologically – is a bite of the neck, it is an… important area in dragon biology. You got even more worked up after, so I thought… I apologise. Those that tend to bed dragons know what it entails.”
Link goes bright red. His hand presses against the bite immediately – without the euphoria of arousal, it stings against his neck and shoulder. Closer biologically…
“You mean you aren’t just a bit kinky and into blood?”
It seems there is still a lot that needs to be learned.
