Unlike those from his past, Link notices the shift and pulls back looking concerned, which immediately fills Ashton with shame. Ducking his head, he doubles down on distracting them both—redirecting his energy towards sucking kisses into Link's chest, reaching down and dragging a teasing, loose fist over Link's cock, and then fondling his balls.
As it turns out, Link is easily distracted that way, and he hums happily, working grateful fingers into Ashton’s hair and massaging his scalp. “So good,” he murmurs, rocking his hips into the touch and cupping the nape of Ashton’s neck possessively.
Link allows the teasing for a minute before bending down to kiss Ashton’s shoulder and leaning away. He twists his torso, practically folding himself over a stack of blankets to knock open and fumble inside his bedside table drawer. When he surfaces, smiling, he’s holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a condom between his teeth, which is an amusing sight. Adorable, but also a thoughtful consideration that Ashton appreciates but didn’t necessarily expect.
Reflexively, Ashton moves to relax back and spread his legs, but Link stops him, pressing the tube into his hand. “Thought you might want this, while you’re messing around down there,” Link says cheekily, flashing Ashton a wink as he settles into his lap, this time with one knee on either side of his hips, instead of wedged in between.
Caught off-guard, Ashton finds himself gaping. When he doesn’t immediately reply, Link falters, reaching to take the lube back. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s cool. I don’t mind topping, or, you know, neither. Plenty of other fun stuff to do. I’m sure we can—” Link rambles wildly until Ashton manages to get a grip on his shock, reaching up to cover Link's mouth with one hand.
“Link, shut up,” he says, mind racing, all sorts of thoughts bouncing around like a pinball inside of his head. This is unexpected and vaguely overwhelming. “I want—hmm,” Ashton breaks off, feeling around in the blankets with his free hand until he’s able to recover the fallen lube. He holds it up. “I just thought—you know what? It doesn’t matter. I would very much like to fuck you.Verymuch.”
Link's answering grin is wide enough that Ashton doesn’t need to remove his hand to see it, though he does, anyway. This particular smile lights up his whole face, making crinkles form at the corners of his eyes and adding a bright, joyful sparkle to his lovely green irises.
“Cool,” Link says on an exhale, sinking further into Ashton’s lap and pressing him back into the mattress, hot kisses capturing his lips. “Cool,” he repeats, this right time into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction as Ashton’s arms wind around his torso to hold him down.
Admittedly, Ashton was clueless as to what this experience would actuallybelike, but the reality of it still blows him away. Working fingers into Link, slidinginsideof him—it’s like nothing Ashton has ever known. If sex can feel likethis,he certainly understands why people chase it.
The way they move together isn’t technical or tedious, which are the only words he would use to describe his own past experiences. This—Link rocking against him, guiding his hand, kissing like he can’t get enough—is anything but that. Like everything else with Link, it’s special,sparking, messy and real.Intoxicatingmay be the best word, because Ashton certainly feels drunk.
From the way Link kisses harder, biting at his lip as Ashton pushes a finger inside, to the writhing Link does in his lap, shoving back onto his hand and begging for something more—Ashton can barely wrap his mind around it. All he knows is that he’s never been so hard, so aroused, so ready andintoan act of intimacy as he is right here in this moment, withLink.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt of need and possessive desire jolts Ashton into action, has him rolling them over so that he’s on top. After kissing Link fiercely, he lines himself up and pushes inside—slowly, smoothly, relishing every sensation and all of the wet heat that envelops him, making him want to lose control.
Beneath him, Link's head tilts back against the pillows. His eyes drift closed and his mouth falls open around a gasp. It’s fascinating to see Link this way—so vulnerable and open, completely uninhibited and fearless.
Licking his lips and swallowing, Link nods dazedly, urging him on, grabbing at his ass and pleading. “C’mon, Ash, give it to me,” he demands, the heel of one foot digging mercilessly into the meat of Ashton’s thigh.
Wanting more than anything to please, Ashton puts everything he has into his efforts, shoving Link's hands high above his head as he thrusts, and lacing their fingers together. His own body is trembling from the onslaught of sensation and pleasure, and it’s all he can do to resist the urge to worry about Link later and take care of himself now. Ashton quickly forgives himself for that—it’sbeena while.
“Is this… okay?” he manages to ask, rolling his hips while looking into Link's eyes, andfuck,using the word ‘magic’ seems like a god damn cliché, butGod, it is, it is, it is… magic.
Link seems to agree, laughing in disbelief as his eyes roll back in his head, like that’s aridiculous question,and that’s fine, it is. But Link's hand fits perfectly in the dip at the small of his back.
And Ashton loves him.
Loves the tiny things—the way that Link looks up into his eyes with a mix of awe and lust and hope. Loves the way that Link's lips graze his collarbone so sweetly, the way Linkgives and givesand always seems to knowexactlywhat Ashton needs without him ever having to say so.
He loves being with Link like this, inside of him, and all around him, loves the way Link makes him feel, both now and whenever they’re together. He justlovesLink, every bit of him, in a way that feels beautiful,impossible,but equally undeniable at the same time.
There is no question. He is in love.
It’s fortunate timing for him to figure this out, because Link—wordsmith that he definitely is not—comes nearly as soon as Ashton wraps a hand around his cock, and he has something to say when he does. He crosses the finish line shaking, moaning, and clutching at Ashton’s damp back and hair, nails digging into skin so hard, they’re sure to leave marks (that will be treasured).
“Loveyou, Ash,” Link gasps into his ear,notas he’s climaxing, but as he’scoming down,and while the meaning of that is absolutely not lost,Ashton is helpless to respond, dragged as he is through the undertow and out to sea as he finishes inside of Link, too.
Once his vision clears, Ashton extricates himself carefully, flopping onto his back next to Link. The bed doesn’t so much as vibrate, because it’s one of those fancy memory foam mattresses—one of Link'sveryfew indulgences, and he’s entirely proud of it. A sated calm permeates the space, and Ashton steals exactly fifteen seconds to catch his breath before rolling onto his side and dragging Link close, catching sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes in his gaze and forcing them to focus.
“I love you, too,” he says easily, and Link beams.
It is just that simple.
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Chapter 8
“Link”
Nervous as he knows Ashton is, Link has about a thousand reasons to be equally fucking worked up. As he’s discovered, it’s a special circle of hell trying to be agood freaking friendand therefore pretending that isn’t the case, andwhere, oh where,is his cookie?!
