He was asleep on the bed. I watched him, sitting down on the bed next to his nude body. I felt my arousal heighten as I watched him breathing; the curves of his body rising and falling gently, his soft, scarred flesh stretching over his ribcage as he took a deep inhale. His face carried a hint of restlessness, the smoking gun of his fitful sleep in a cold, unfamiliar place. I ran my hand over his smooth thigh, and he rubbed his legs together at my touch. One cornflower blue eye peeked open to look at me. "Good morning, Link." I rarely called him by name, but I imagined doing so would put an end to his slumber. I was right.
He looked up at me, then down at my hand on his bare thigh, then back up at me. Sitting up, he covered himself with the soft blanket. "Sleep well?" I mused, reaching up touch his face. He flinched in disgust and didn't bother to reply. "Come, sit on my lap."
He hesitated for a long while, watching my eyes for any hint of malice. Once he deemed me harmless, Link turned his back to me and scooted backward, his bottom nestled on my legs. I took a silver, jewel-encrusted hairbrush off of the end table and began to brush his soft, dirty-blonde hair. I assumed he didn't like my treating him like a doll, as he shifted uncomfortably. I again admired his smooth body as it flexed with his breaths.
"Lay down on your back," I told him. He complied, turning to face me and adjusting himself comfortably on the pillows. "Hold still."
I straddled his legs, my knees positioned on either side, and ran my hands over his thighs again. He bit his lip as he watched me getting closer to his length. I took his manhood in my fingers and stroked up and down, my eyes never leaving his face while I worked him to hardness. He moaned at my touch, toes curling. "Tell me what you want me to do, Link." I continued at a slow, firm pace. He couldn't look at me, his eyes fluttering closed. I squeezed his erection as a reminder of my question. "I..." He began; his plea was swiftly cut short by a lusty whine from his throat, high and tight in coarse pleasure, and my arousal increased tenfold. "I want...hhhn...I...f-faster..." "That's a good boy." His lips parted and his head rolled back on the pillow, hips coming forward readily now.
I stroked faster. Leaning forward to kiss him, I pressed my lips to his and slipped my tongue into his hot mouth. I could taste his cries. He was getting closer to orgasm, even if he didn't want it. His fingers curled tightly in my hair, refusing to let go. My mouth went from his lips to his neck. I varied my strokes, tugging gently and rubbing his tip, going back and forth, fast and then slow, soft and then hard. Finally, there was a broken cry as I brought him to release. The hot, sticky fluid on my hand and wrist were indicative of his climax. He strained, breathing hard. I brought my hand to my lips and licked away at his essence. I got off of Link and laid next to him, and he drew his knees up and turned on his side, facing away from me. He couldn't even look at my face.