if any of you have ever wondered if i'd write smut just for the sake of a pun, here's your answer.
He was going slow— unbearably slow. He told him that he would be gentle so he could get used to him, but there was a fine line separating gentle and absolute torture. If Ganondorf were moving any slower, Link would have to kill him. He tried to grind his hips down, to get him in further and for him to move faster, harder, but Ganondorf only grunted and gripped at his hips to hold him in place.
"Don't be so hasty," he tutted quietly, "I told you, you'll hurt yourself; you need time to adjust."
His reprimandment only garnered a rather pathetic whine from Link along with an eye-roll, but he complied and stayed still. His toes curled and fingers clawed at Ganondorf's shoulders, leaving lighter streaks against his dark skin.
Ganondorf finally thrusted up deeper into Link. A deep, itching sensation vibrated through them both. He groaned, large hands squeezing his hips.
"Goddesses, you're so tight." He said, deep and heavy pants lacing his words.
Link pushed back away from him for a second. He stared at him, unsure. He blinked and his gaze went elsewhere for a second, but back to him.
...That seemed like a pretty odd time to tell him that, he thought.
"Uh, thanks," he began, his voice lilting in confusing, "You're pretty cool too, I guess."