Volink Week II

Disclaimer: I don't own HW.

Warnings: Sexual Content

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Day Four: Impulse

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Resting his head on Volga's chest, Link lay staring at the spring leaves above him, sunlight filtering through them, as the dragon knight rested with his crossed wrists covering his eyes. Pretty days like this, warm and sunny, where they could leave the troops and lay under the biggest tree on the highest hill were few and far between. Any chance they got they took it. More than a few back at base would call them impulsive but to Volga and Link, that was hardly a fault. Living on impulse was just another reason why they clicked.

The breeze was light and warm. Link sat up and stretched. If he laid there any longer he knew he'd fall asleep. Something wet hit the top of his head. He hoped it was water but it couldn't have been rain. The clouds above were fluffy and white. Link looked back up into the tree. He hoped it wasn't the birds, singing sweetly. Link didn't want to think that these innocent creatures would do such a terrible thing to him.

A couple more droplets struck his forehead. Rain was an odd thing to be hit with on such a pretty day but it was not impossible. It was just a few raindrops carried along by the wind, no matter.

Link looked over and down at Volga, still napping. Even while he was relaxing, the dragon knight rarely looked like he was relaxed—his permanent frown had a lot to do with that. He had his tells, though, and Link knew every one of them. Both his eyes were covered, for just a start. He was comfortable enough with Link and their surroundings that he chose to not leave one eye open.

It wasn't just a few stray drops. It was sprinkling, faster and heavier with each passing minute. Link stood up and stepped out from the tree's shade. If he wasn't actually living the moment, he found it hard to believe that he was standing out in the rain on the prettiest day. Link laughed silently, even though his chest cavity ached, so not to wake Volga. It probably wasn't a good idea to let Volga sleep in the rain but on the other hand, he was sleeping so well.

Link stood, eyes closed and head raised, and let the rain fall down his face, neck, and arms and dampen his hair and tunic. The rain was cool on his skin. The wind battered him lightly. It was refreshing.

It was drizzling hard enough now to wake Volga. The dragon knight growled low as he stirred and raised up onto his side.

"It's raining in the sun…" he grumbled blearily and rubbed his eyes. It took him a moment for his sight to readjust and for the last of his mental haze to dissipate. His surprise melded into annoyance, as he saw Link getting wet in the rain. "What the hell have you been doing?"

Link grinned and flourished an arm over his head to show Volga that it was raining in the sun. It was a pretty steady rain at that. He didn't know what he expected out of Volga—he kind of hoped that he would join him—but Link was excited. These were the kind of moments they lived and fought for. Even if it was for something as trivial and yet uncommon as a sunshower, Link wanted this and every moment he may or may not have left with Volga to be memorable. He knew that the dragon knight felt the same.

"We should go," Volga said, huffing as he slowly began to lift his sleep-stiff body off the ground. Quickly, while the dragon knight paused to yawn and stretch, Link hurried back to him. Bending down, he laid a hand on Volga's shoulder, eliciting an irritated murmur and a raised eyebrow. Link answered the dragon knight's confusion with a kiss.

Tongue slid along tongue as Volga fell back to sitting. "Here? Now?" he asked and Link grinned.

The dragon knight captured his mouth in another kiss as Link sat down in Volga's lap. Rain streaked down their faces, dripped down the curve of their noses and chins, as Link wrapped his arms around Volga's neck.

"You're wet…" Volga purred, as he brushed aside Link's bangs away from his forehead, not giving a damn as to how the wet locks ridiculously stood up. It was his own fault, the young Hero supposed. "You're getting me wet."

It was really starting to come down. Link's tunic was soaked already from standing in the rain but Volga's undershirt and pants were just starting to stick to him. The dragon knight took hold of the bottom of Link's tunic and peeled it gently away from his skin. Link's nipples were gently poking forward, drawn out by the cool rain.

As Volga planted kisses along his neck and shoulders, a sheepishly snickering Link pulled away, tickled by Volga's recent stubble. Never one to avoid a weak spot, Volga smirked wickedly as he pulled him back toward him and attacked his neck, kissing and licking him at all angles. Link squirmed at his onslaught of scratchy stubble and dripping hair until the dragon knight let him hold his head up.

"No, I won't do something about it," Volga said and chuckled low in his throat. "It's not my fault you can't grow hair."

Link scrunched up his mouth in a pretend show of annoyance and was going to point out the irony of a hairy dragon when the dragon knight raked his nails up and along his chest and pricked his swelling nipples. Link gasped at the delicious ache and warmth radiating from Volga's body. The rain was starting to chill him to the bone and the dragon knight's natural heat was beckoning him. The Hero could have sworn he saw heat vapor shimmering off Volga's shoulders.

Holding on by fistfuls of his wet shirt, Link clung to him as the rain and wind pelted their tight, glistening bodies. Link wanted to lay on him and get warm and dry and be kissed but Volga's hands were in the way of them meeting chest to chest. His hands were busy squeezing and twisting his plump, stiff nipples in hopes that his sleepy cock would get the message and rise. Whimpering with want, Link trembled in equal parts of cold and aroused. Volga was fine, of course, being a dragon with a fire reservoir that could keep and raise his body temperature at will.

"Are you cold, boy? That's what you get when you get the impulse to fuck in the rain." Volga could be such a bastard sometimes. "You thought the sun would keep you warm enough? Of course it's not. That's my job."

Volga slid his hands underneath Link's pants and pulled them down off his hips. Grabbing a hold of his firm bottom, the dragon knight smooshed and then parted his cheeks. Moments later, Link bounced in shock at the unfamiliar touch circling his hole. A low chuckle rumbled in the dragon knight's throat as he leaned back and scooted Link forward.

Link had no idea what Volga was planning, as he continued to brush a finger around his tight ring, but he went with it. Discerning no thoughts from the dragon's enigmatic smirk, Link wished he had the capability to simply ask him what his plan was but unfortunately he did not. Volga didn't leave him guessing for too long, however, as he pushed a finger and then another past his entrance.

It didn't take long for his fingers to find what they were looking for either. The spot his fingers stroked sent Link falling onto his belly. Grunting and moaning, Link laid a top of Volga with his face buried in his chest and his ass raised, as the dragon knight's fingers fucked him. The rain splattered against their bodies in sheets and sluiced down the curve of his back. Wisps of white steam billowed off their bodies.

"You wanna be wet?" Volga said, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "You want me to pound you like the rain?"

Blindly shaking his head yes, Link was beyond ready.

"Get up here."

Again, not knowing what the dragon knight was planning, Link didn't object. He listened to the impulses urging his body to go and obey Volga's order. He peeled himself off his wet shirt and crawled over Volga's body as the dragon knight pulled down Link's pants a little farther along the way. Maybe this was his plan and maybe not but this was what was going to happen as Link thrust his freed cock into Volga's awaiting, open mouth.

The dragon's tongue was long and attentive as Volga laid flat on his back and leisurely sucked his cock. His body shaking and weak, Link found himself slipping and accidentally sat on Volga's face. When he tried to roll off him, Volga snatched him by the ass and held him there. Between the rain and his sweat, there was no telling what sort of musky, musty smells were down there but apparently it was something Volga liked, or in the least didn't mind.

Link's body clenched and gave way as he came, his cock and release plunging down to the back of Volga's throat. Though he seemed all right and didn't seem angry, Link apologized for the way he came, if for nothing else then because he didn't give him the choice to spit. Volga told him that was a stupid thing to apologize for and that it was his fault for not supporting him—after all, Link didn't have a dragon's stamina to keep his muscles going for a long stretch of time.

Link playfully smacked the insufferably smirking dragon knight on the chest.

"You're supposed to feel clean after it rains…" Volga said, idly staring at the blue sky, the sun shining with no rain, as Link took his time to redress. "So do you?"