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Link's lips press against his teeth as he considers his next move. As odd as the spirit can get, he knows that the guy is dangerous, and he's only going to take so much pushing before he starts to get really nasty. Link can tell that just from what he's seen Ghirahim do so far. But if the spirit now actually feels the need to say it, that must mean things are getting close.

@flamboycnt sent: " you don't even know why i'm mad at you , do you ? "

« I barely know you. »

Link had only met Ghirahim a few brief times, and it seemed as though the other always had a sense of anger about him, especially whenever the two of them were face to face. While Link could sense that the other man was much more than what he seemed, he didn't ever quite understand what made him so different. They'd spoken rarely, only short exchanges before it seemed Ghirahim tired of being near him.

From that little, Link couldn't begin to guess why Ghirahim was mad in particular.

« I'm the hero, is that it? I don't need to guess at your nature - I can almost taste the darkness on you. You hate me for the role I play in this endless cycle, is that right?»

@flamboycnt inquired – ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

Their hands press against cool stone– Ghirahim's fingers firmly but lovingly force Airin to stand in place. The blond can't hear the rushing waterfall beyond his husband's heated breath and sultry voice. He's heard it many times before– the spot they always ran off to when they thought Ghirahim's army wasn't paying attention; or when things got too heated in the spirit's tent.

A bygone era, yet even now as they innocently passed their old spot... it was like instinct for the both of them.

Airin's own nails clench against his stomach, and he feels the spirit press his palm deeper against his flesh in teasing retaliation. ' –fucking made for me. ' He can feel Ghirahim inside of him. With each slow, powerful antagonizing thrust he almost feels like a heartbeat. Yet the tension and heat grow nearly unbearable, but he doesn't dare thrust back against him.

The spirit's stance is keeping them from slipping on the weathered stone. Any form of retaliation might mean actual pain. An accidental clumisness that might end their little romp. Thus, Airin is completely at his mercy. He can only whimper with each calculated thrust– how deep is he willing to go?

Airin hisses into a deeper moan. The strain nearly mutes his purring, but his long lashes flutter open; watching a drip of sweat fall off of them. He squeezes their hands against the stone as it's the only rebuttal he can do. " ...Then fucking prove it. "

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Okay, Ghirahim asked for it. Even as tall as the other was, Link was able to grab him by the collar and pull him down, pressing his lips against Ghirahim's in a slow, exploratory kiss. Slipping his arms over the other's shoulder, Link teased his tongue into the kiss, running lightly against Ghirahim's for a moment before breaking the kiss and letting him go.