Chapter 15

The sandy browns and and tans of Girahims bedchamber swirled around them as they materialized back within his stronghold, deep within the desert. Links boots had barely touched the floor tiles and his hands instantly draped themselves once more around the beautiful demon before him. Girahim snaked his own arms aggressively behind Links back as the last remnants of black and gold faded from around them. Links lips claimed The Demons mouth insistently, as though he might never get enough of him. Girahims silken wave of hair fell in a curtain around their intertwined mouths. Hands tugged and pulled at the needless barriers of clothing between them. Girahim did not snap his fingers to disappear Links garments this time; preferring to slowly remove each layer teasingly. Link raised his arms over his head as Girahim tugged his undershirt up and he shed it gladly. Link unfastened The Demons heavy red cape and it fell in a red puddle to the floor. His fingers roved over his powerful chest, drifting down to where the hem of his tunic should have been, only to discover the fabric of the skin-tight garment blended straight into his breeches. He raised an eyebrow at Girahim who smiled deviously, raising his fingers. SNAP! The garments disappeared leaving him quite bare and…Link bit his bottom lip, breathing deeply…hard as a rock. Girahim pulled him in again and slid his knee between his thighs, pressing vigorously against his own twinging erection.

"Aaaaackahhhhh…." Link threw his head back as Girahim thrust his hips into him. His long tongue flicked out, tracing lines into the boys neck as he gasped and moaned. Goddess help him, it was good to feel him again…to taste him again. Links hands traveled yearningly to The Demons shoulders as he raised his cool cerulean blue eyes upward. Girahim gazed longingly back as Link leaned into his chest and closed his lips in turn upon Girahims nipples, his tongue swirling playfully over his puckered flesh. The Demon drew in a sharp intake of breath, his blackened hands grasping the sides of the boys face. This was certainly a new sensation, which both surprised and excited him…He closed his eyes; his head spinning as Link continued his teasing and tasting. He thought it wonderfully strange how Link knew exactly where to touch him, even given his inexperience. The Demon slowly slid his fingers down to the waist of Links breeches and loosened the knot, plunging his hand between his legs. The boy groaned passionately into his chest, squeezing his thighs against Girahims hand. Suddenly, Link dropped to a crouch. Glancing up into The Demon's face, he leaned in…Girahim felt an electric shock shoot up his spine as the boy closed his mouth around his stiff member. He grunted deeply, twisting his fingers in Links soft blonde tresses as his head slowly bobbed. He didn't push the boy; he was quite well-endowed after all.

Link ran his tongue back and forth along The Demons delicious hardness, his own erection twitching almost painfully. He smiled inwardly as he pleasured him, immensely satisfied (and a bit relieved) at the response he was getting. Girahim shuddered and pulled his face up, panting.

"I'm afraid I won't last much longer with you behaving like that." He said breathlessly, drawing a long, deep kiss from Links moistened lips.

"I want to feel you inside me…" He whispered huskily, brushing his soft lips across Links and licking his cheek. Links groin fluttered, and he glanced down at the pool of wetness that adorned the front of his trousers. "You certainly won't be needing those…" Girahims fingers were at his waist again, pushing the garment down and Link stepped out of them. Placing his hands roughly against The Demons chest, he gave him a crooked half-smile as he shoved him playfully backward onto the bed. Girahim grunted as he stumbled back, propping himself on his elbows as Link descended upon him. Straddling his hips, he leaned in, placing soft kisses upon the delicate curves of Girahims ears as The Demons hand slid down, grasping both of them in his long fingers. Suddenly, the taller man slid out from underneath Link, and cupping his face for quick kiss, he rolled onto his hands and knees, arching his back and exposing the soft pucker of his opening. Link knew what to do, but his stomach clenched as he moved behind him. What if he did something wrong? He spat thickly into his hand and gently massaged the fluid over The Demons taught entrance, willing his flesh to relax. Slowly, he buried the tip of his thumb inside, and heard the other gasp lightly. Link felt pre-cum oozing from his own aching member. Removing his hand and laying it upon the small of Girahims back he pressed down upon his hips, as he was taller than Link was, and eased the head of his cock inside. 'Fuuuuuuuuck', he thought to himself, gasping aloud as he slid his entire length deep. Girahim moaned in front of him, grasping at the bed sheets. Goddess help him, this felt wonderful. Soooo tight…..soooo good….He blinked spots out of his vision as he began to thrust his hips slowly, reaching his hand around as Girahim had done for him and pumping his erection. But he was careening toward orgasm…too quickly. Desperately he cast his mind about for anything to distract him but it was too late. He threw his head back, crying out his elation, slamming his hips into Girahim. Panting, he flopped against The Demons back.

"Fuck. Sorry…" He murmured, nuzzling his skin. He withdrew his length as Girahim turned to smile at him.

"Nonsense Sky-child…" He crooned, "Now; less talk, more cock…" He whispered, positioning himself astride Links chest. Grinning lustfully, the boy grasped his shaft with one hand and closed his lips around the head, sucking gently. Girahim leaned his head back and closed his own fingers over the boy's, urging him faster. He began to grunt, thrusting his hips as he felt the pressure build within him, threatening to scorch him to dust. At last he cried out, cumming hard into Links mouth. Delighted, he felt him swallow deeply before releasing him.

"You're welcome." Link panted.