Link walks into the apartment him and his boyfriend Ghirahim share together. He plops down heavily on the coffee brown leather couch, he sighs exasperatedly. He had had a tough day at school, what with all the lectures about ancient mythological goddesses, demons, and monsters, he was pretty drained. All he was going to do was check his email and take a nice long nap.
He flips open his laptop sitting on the coffee table; it takes about a minute to power it up. The screen saver of the Triforce is the first thing that greets him as his computer finally starts up. Opening up his email, Link scrolls through the large list, responding to emails his friends and professors had written, deleting all of the spam, junk mail, and requests to find a sex buddy or sign up for some porn website. Link finally stops at an email with a most curious subject:
Open us
As if that wasn't some sort of cliché line from a cheesy 1950's horror movie. Link- being the brave, naïve man he is- decided to open it, that was the same time his boyfriend walked through the door. Link quickly glanced at the email, it said:
You must have sex with the first person that walks into the room; if not a thousand years of bad luck will be placed on you and your descendants.
Ghirahim glances over Link's shoulder, "what are you reading?"
"Some super, corny chain email some anonymous person sent me."
Ghirahim reads the email, he snickers, "this is worse than that email you got about joining that macaroni worshipping religion."
"You think."
Ghirahim pauses for a moment, he leans over the couch, nuzzling Link's neck.
"Aren't you lucky that I came through the door first." Ghirahim's long tongue lashes out, drawing a wet line on his lover's neck.
"What do you mean?" Link shudders, a moan forming on his lips.
"What if someone else had walked through that door? Someone like Zelda or one of our neighbors? What would you have done then?"
"I would have-"Link moans as Ghirahim nibbles on his ear, the pale boy slips his hands under the hero's shirt, lightly pinching his nipples. A tent slowly rises in Link's pants. Ghirahim moves his mouth away from Link's ear to his neck, he licks at the back of his neck, his mouth attaches to the sweet skin, he cucks on it, causing the boy beneath him to gasp and shiver as the pleasure races across his body. Ghirahim detaches his lips from the boy's neck, a bright red hickey now very visible at the spot he had just sucked on.
Ghirahim hops over the couch, landing on the seat next to Link; he pushes the younger boy down until he's lying down on the couch. Ghirahim reaches for the boy's shirt, lifting it up and over his head, tossing it across the room, Ghirahim rids himself of his shirt also. He shrugs himself out of his jeans and boxers. Link does the same.
Ghirahim takes both of their erections in his large hand, he strokes both of their organs softly, precum oozes out of both of their dicks. Ghirahim presses his thumb to the liquid and spreads it around both of the heads. Both boys moan. Link closes the space between them, kissing his boyfriend passionately. Breaking the kiss, Link moans, "ah…Ghirahim! Just…just, fuck…me…already! Unnn!"
Ghirahim places himself at Link's entrance, he slowly enters him, Link wraps his legs around his boyfriends waist, and pulls him closer, he hisses as he fells the rest of his dick entering him in one swell swoop. Ghirahim thrusts into him roughly, Link groans, his teeth hovers over Ghirahim's skin, his teeth sinks into his shoulder. Ghirahim smirks at the pain.
"Looks like someone wants it rough tonight." Ghirahim sets a pace for himself, he thrusts wildly into Link, grabbing a fistful of the boy's hair, and he pulls on it, licking his freshly exposed neck.
"You like this don't you."
Link moans, "I do! I like it!"
Ghirahim abruptly pulls out of him, Link whimpers at the loss.
Ghirahim sits on the couch, "ride me.'
Link gets off of the sofa, he places his boyfriend's dick at his entrance, he lowers himself onto it, he bites his lips as the massive size of it stretches him apart. Ghirahim thrust upwards, Link groans as his prostate is hit. Ghirahim sets a steady pace for himself; he kisses Link's shoulder, glancing at the open laptop for a few seconds.
Sweat drips down Link's body, he gasps as his prostate is hit again, "ah! I-I-I'm gonna cum!"
Ghirahim wraps his hand around Link's dick, exerting pressure on it, "unh, unh, unh, you know what to say wen you want to cum."
Link groans from the frustration of his denied orgasm, "Ghirahim…please…let your dirty little whore cum."
Ghirahim smiles smugly, "well of course." He moves his hand up and down the shaft swiftly, moans float out of Link's mouth. He shudders as he releases all over Ghirahim's hand; Ghirahim casts another glance at the laptop. He thrusts into Link until he too reaches his own orgasm. They both stay in their positions, basking in the afterglow of their post orgasmic high.
Ghirahim breaks the silence.
"Want to go for a second round?"
