Crazy in Love

Here they were again.

It wasn’t that Link didn’t like coming to dV8, Skaia’s most prominent sex toy shop, it was just...complicated. He always had such a hard time admitting to the things he enjoyed, and sharing them with the people he was closest to - his spouses.

 

In all truth, that was why Mallaidh kept encouraging him to go with her.

 

Sure, it was nice to get to look at their new stock, think of new, delightful ways to spend time with her babes. That said, it didn’t compare to the look that came over Link’s face when a new idea crossed his mind, usually spurred on by a new addition to the shop.

 

Mallaidh had stepped away from Link for a moment, admiring a pair of vibrating lace panties. Definitely a good addition to the collection, if not for herself, then for...well.

She had a few ideas in mind.

 

After grabbing a pair, she turned to look for her husband, finding him by an excellently arranged display of gags. She knew all too well that gags were Link’s personal favorite addition to the bedroom, so it didn’t much surprise her. She did have to wonder what he was looking at, though.

 

Link didn’t notice Mallaidh walking up behind him until she slid her arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head. He immediately turned his chin up to look at her, and she was pleased to see his pale skin smeared with a red flush. Something definitely had his attention.

 

“What are you looking at, dumpling?” As ever, her voice was honey sweet. Link’s blush only grew worse as he turned his head away again, eyes refocusing on the object that had so recently absorbed his attention. Mallaidh followed his gaze, ruby red eyes resting on what had been labeled a ‘spider gag’.

 

An interesting choice…

 

“W-well...uh…” Link started to stutter out a response, but was soon trailing off, unable to get the words out. Mallaidh smiled as she teased a piece of his spiked hair.

 

“...thinking about Hawkes, are you?”

 

Link choked a little, the air rushing out of his lungs in a short gasp. “M-maybe…” was all he managed to say in return.

 

“I think you should get it, then.”

 

“Wh-what?!” Link nearly shrieked in surprise, so Mallaidh began to kiss his head, tracing her fingers across his collarbone in a comforting motion. He huffed and shifted in her arms, but settled down again without further yelping. “I-I can’t, Mallaidh, I can’t--”

 

“Why not?” She interrupted, looking at him again, curious.

 

“He’s...he’s not gonna want to,” Link started to say, ducking his head and pulling on his jacket, as he tended to do when he was stressed. “That’s too much to ask of him, I can’t…” He trailed off again, and Mallaidh leaned a little lower to press a kiss to his temple.

 

“You won’t know until you ask, pumpkin. And it is Hawkes...Hawkes, who trusts you to tie him down when he won’t even drink, or smoke with us…” She continued to kiss the side of his face, bent lower still, and was pleased to hear Link start to hum.

 

“...all because he can’t give up that control, the power to protect...but with you…” She left the remaining words unspoken, allowing Link to draw his own conclusions.

 

Link huffed one more time, but then nodded. “If...if you say so.” He mumbled, picking up the gag in question. “I’ll...ask.”

 

. w .

 

Another week passed without event. Link couldn’t bring himself to present the gag to Hawkes, much to Mallaidh’s disappointment. She knew it would make both boys happy: Link would have his needs met, and Hawkes would be able to make Link happy. Precisely what needed to happen.

 

Thankfully, Mallaidh didn’t have to do too much encouraging. During that week, she had at least three conversations with Link about presenting Hawkes’ gift, but at the end of the week…

 

“H-Hey, Hawkes?”

 

It had been a lazy day. Mallaidh and Hawkes had been cuddling together on the couch, watching movies. Gwyn and Gray were out on a date, somewhere in Skaia, and Link...most of the fivesome though Link was napping. In truth, as the bunnywoman knew, Link had been lying in bed trying to work up the courage to talk to Hawkes.

 

Hawkes looked up when he heard Link’s voice, shifting a little in Mallaidh’s arms to see the shorter man better.

 

“Link?” He responded curiously, wondering why his husband looked so shy. What could he be thinking?

 

“Could...could you come with me for a second? I wanna...I wanna talk to you. In private.” Link was stumbling through the words, but hearing ‘in private’ while the boy looked so nervous, maybe even ashamed, had Hawkes worried. His ears flattened a little, even as Mallaidh pet his hair and hummed to him.

 

“N-no, it’s nothing bad, I just...I just wanna talk to you. Just you.”

 

Mallaidh leaned down to kiss Hawkes’ head, twirling a bit of his hair around her finger for a moment. “It’s alright, cupcake. Go spend some time with Link, I’ll be here when you’re done.”

 

Hawkes tilted his head back to kiss her jaw, a quiet act of affection, and then slid out of her arms. He walked to Link’s side, instinctively reaching a hand out to touch the smaller man’s cheek, rubbing his thumb along the smooth skin. Link leaned into it, closing his eyes for a moment as he covered Hawkes’ hand with his own.

 

“Everything’s okay?” Hawkes asked softly, keeping straight to the point as he always did.

 

“Everything’s okay.” Link confirmed, squeezing Hawkes’ hand lightly before pulling it away from his face. He laced their fingers together as he started to walk away, back up the stairs to the fivesome’s bedroom, and Hawkes followed without further questions.

 

When they’d arrived, Link gently pushed Hawkes down onto the bed. The catboy sat on the edge of the mattress and watched as Link walked away again, heading for the closet. A few quiet minutes passed as Link dug into his ‘secret chest’, a box of sex toys that he’d curated specifically for his own kinks. Hawkes blushed a little while his husband looked through it, not knowing what Link was looking for, but knowing enough of that box to make assumptions.

 

Finally, Link stood up again, and Hawkes noticed he had something in his hands.

 

The smaller man wouldn’t let Hawkes see it, though, keeping his back to him as he walked to the reading chair they kept in the room, settling into it with his legs tucked underneath him. Only once he’d sat could Hawkes see the object in his hands: a gag of some sort, the metal mouthpiece shaped like an ‘O’ with what looked like little spider legs branching off of it. He’d never seen anything like it, but Link was looking at it with a blush coloring his cheeks.

 

Hawkes was...curious.

 

He waited for a moment, hoping Link would speak up, but Link remained quiet. His mouth opened every few seconds, as if he was trying to say something, but then it would close again, leaving Hawkes just as confused as he’d been when they’d walked in.

 

“...what is that?” The catboy finally asked, hoping the gentle prompt would get Link going.

 

Another few seconds passed before Link spoke.

“I-it’s...it’s called a spider gag.” He started with a stutter, twisting the gag in his hands again and again. Hawkes watched the gag more than Link’s face, starting to wonder if his husband intended to use that on him…

 

“I just...I thought it might be fun. It…it keeps your jaw locked open, so maybe it’s not your thing, but...I...I was just thinking...the sounds you’d make would be really...r-really…” Link tried to finish the sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out.

 

Still, Hawkes could imagine what he meant to say. While the younger man struggled to end his thought, Hawkes waited patiently, watching the gag as Link’s expert fingers manipulated it. He could feel heat rising to his face, and knew his cheeks were getting redder and redder as he waited. Finally, he decided to step in.

 

“...we can do that.” The catboy’s voice was nearly a whisper, but Link heard him. He was pleased to see his husband’s head snap up, his eyes wide as they finally met Hawkes’ baby blues. The shorter man opened his mouth a couple of times, trying to say something, and finally managing a murmur.

 

“You…” Link paused and swallowed hard. “...you’re sure? I don’t want to pressure you, I just...thought it might be fun to try…”

 

Hawkes started to chew his lip, his sharp teeth sinking into the soft skin. He wondered if the metal would bite into his flesh the same way. He could feel his cheeks growing darker immediately after the thought crossed his mind.

 

“You’re not...it just…” Hawkes hesitated, trying to get the words out but surprising himself with how bad he wanted to do this. To try it. For Link. “It does sound fun…? I’d...I’d like to try it...please.”

 

It was Link’s turn to blush. Red blossomed across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. He’d never found the nerve to mention it to Hawkes, or any of his spouses, but...he loved it when they asked for his ideas. No matter how...dirty.

 

There was a very long moment where both men just stared at each other. Hawkes knew Link’s mind was working, and it was only a matter of time before he made the next move. He always did.

 

“...then we will.” Link finally said. His eyes were locked on Hawkes’, deep and dark and serious. “Strip.”

 

His voice had changed. Before, he’d been soft-spoken and shy, but now...now he spoke firmly, with a power Hawkes knew all too well. He could feel his dick twitch in response. He loved when Link behaved like this...when he became confident and took charge. It was incredibly hot.

 

Hawkes got up immediately, starting to slide out of his lazy-day hoodie. He could feel Link’s eyes on him the entire time. It only took a quick glance at the other man for Hawkes to realize Link was tracing the catboy’s form with his eyes, slowly licking his lips as he considered what he was going to do next. Hawkes shivered. He was definitely in for a good time.

 

Next came his sweatpants, low-riding and comfortable, and he slipped his boxers off with them. Now freed, his hardening dick sprang to attention. Hawkes looked at Link again, his head low as he peeked up through his bangs. Link was grinning.

 

“Lay down on the bed. Arms up.”

 

The cat didn’t hesitate. He laid himself out on the bed, on his back with his arms above his head. He even remembered to cross them at the wrist, as Link liked, and waited. He knew he wouldn’t be waiting long.

 

Link got up from his chair, still twisting the gag in his hands as stepped towards the bed. Hawkes watched him, seeing the way his hips shifted, and the slight bulge of his dick as he too grew harder.

 

“That’s my boy.” Link whispered.

 

Hawkes choked. He loved to hear Link talk about him like that. His face grew hotter immediately, a blush smeared across his cheeks, but he remained still, waiting. The only thing he did was murmur. “Say it again.”

 

Link didn’t respond aloud at first, only grinning at his husband as he crawled up his body from the bottom of the bed. He still had the gag in one hand, but the other drifted along Hawkes’ side, tracing his ribs as Link finally ground his hips down against the cat’s. Hawkes pressed his hips up in return, his moan muffled as the shorter man sealed their lips together in a rough kiss. 

 

“You’re my boy.” Link finally whispered against Hawkes’ lips, making the ginger whine. He started to lift his hands, trying to reach for his husband, but Link’s free hand reached out as well. His small hand touched Hawkes' wrist, featherlight but feeling like a bolt of lightning. He didn’t push, or grab. He only touched. A quiet reminder.

 

“Ah, ah.” He scolded gently. “Arms up.”

 

Hawkes whined again, a quiet plea slipping from his lips. “Please, Link…” Still, he did as that touch commanded, laying his arms above his head again with his wrists crossed.

 

As a reward, Link kissed him again, hard and needy. Their mouths crashed together with a passion, and Hawkes purred when he felt Link’s tongue against his own. When Link started to pull away, Hawkes whined again, but his attention was quickly diverted when the shorter man laid the gag beside his head. Another quiet reminder of what was to come. A promise.

 

He whimpered.

 

“Tell me what you want.” Link then said, his voice soft but the tone hard as steel. An order.

 

Hawkes watched as Link reached for their bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling a length of silk rope out from it. He tried to find the words for what his body craved as Link wound the rope around his own hands, stretching it out between them in a show of power. His mouth felt dry. His limbs were weak already.

What he wouldn’t give to feel Link inside of him…

 

“P-please…” Hawkes whimpered, watching his husband’s hands as they toyed with the length of rope. Link was having none of his hesitance.

 

“Please what?” He asked. “What do you want me to do?” As if he didn’t know.

 

Hawkes twisted and squirmed a little beneath the other man, biting his lip and trying to find the courage to speak. Link continued to twist the rope, and Hawkes wondered what it would feel like this time, wound around his wrists instead of his husband’s hands.

 

‘...t...t-tie me up…’ The words were slow to come, stuttered and whispered breathlessly. But he knew what he wanted. ‘...fuck me...fuck me…’

 

Link leaned down, the rope stretched between his hands and across Hawkes’ chest as he did. He kissed the catboy again, and Hawkes could feel his desperation just as strongly as he felt his own. When he pulled back a moment later, a line of spit connected their mouths, making Hawkes start to whimper again.

 

“Please...please…” He begged, and Link was quick to oblige.

 

“Of course, lovely boy. My lovely boy.” The shorter man murmured, starting to wrap the ropes around Hawkes’ wrists. He tied them together with an expert hand, even as the catboy started to twist again, begging more without words.

 

Link tied the excess rope to a bedpost, stretching Hawkes’ arms out a little. When the knot was finished, Link tugged on it, verifying its tightness and making the cat gasp. 

 

“Link…”

 

He just smiled, his expression dangerous and oh-so-sexy. “Open your mouth.” Was his only reply.

 

Hawkes did, panting softly. Link touched the edge of his mouth, running a finger along Hawkes’ lips. “Wider.” He commanded. “That’s it…”

 

And then it was happening. Link fit the mouthpiece of the spider gag into Hawkes’ open mouth, stretching it out. The gag was secured behind his head in seconds, and Hawkes couldn’t help but let out another long, low whine. It hurt just a little, but it also felt good.

 

Better yet, his husband was watching him. Watching through half-lidded, lustful eyes. “...beautiful.” He whispered, his voice reverent as he twisted a bit of Hawkes’ hair around his fingers, then slowly trailed his fingertips down the side of the catboy’s face. The ginger immediately leaned his head towards the sensation, a low rumble starting in his chest as he began to purr.

 

Link leaned down again, kissing the opposite cheek. Then, without a word, he started to pull back, getting up off the bed and separating himself from Hawkes. The cat started to squirm immediately, tugging against the ropes that bound him to the bed, whining louder and trying to grab at his retreating lover.

 

Link just smiled softly at him, feeling so much love swell in his heart. “Don’t fuss, dearheart.” He said, finally standing up off the bed as he watched Hawkes. “Not yet. I won’t leave you.”

 

Hawkes stopped squirming slowly, watching as Link slid his fingers underneath his own clothes - one of Hawkes’ favorite hoodies and a pair of stretchy skinny jeans, torn at the knees and worn out the whole way through. His eyes grew wider as the clothes came off, removed slowly with slight twists of the body, almost as if Link was putting on a show for him.

 

He could feel drool drip from the side of his mouth. His jaw ached gently, and promised to grow worse, but he reveled in the feeling of it. In the way Link looked at him with such love and the assurance that he’d show his husband an excellent time.

 

The brunette started to climb back onto Hawkes when his clothes had been discarded, his dick standing upright already as he crawled up his husband’s form. His hands brushed along Hawkes’ abs as the smaller man moved, tracing lines out to his sides and up them. Hawkes moaned softly, trying to remain still, but squirming a little despite himself.

 

“See?” Link said, pushing himself in close to press a kiss to Hawkes’ cheek. “I’m right here.” He trailed further kisses down Hawkes’ face, to his jaw and along it, and then down his neck. Once he’d reached the soft skin of his throat, Link bit down gently, then harder, starting to suck on that sensitive flesh and leave a dark, red hickey.

 

Hawkes’ moans only grew louder as he pushed his hips upward, against Link’s, desperate and needy. In return, Link ground them back into the bed, their dicks rubbing together as he rocked his pelvis against the catboy’s.

 

Hawkes was ready for Link to push his way inside right then, and tried to say as much. He didn’t get out more than, “Ease…” This only made him blush worse - he sounded so...strange.

 

To his pleasure, and frustration, Hawkes only felt Link grin against his skin. “That’s it, darling, I want to hear your voice…”

 

Link’s mouth dipped lower and lower, trailing kisses and bites all down Hawkes’ front. Splashes of red blossomed across his skin as he squirmed, panting in desperation. It only got worse when his husband’s fingers found Hawkes’ pierced nipples, toying with both of them even as the brunette sucked on a sensitive patch of skin over the cat’s ribs.

 

The ginger twisted under his hands, his mouth, thrusting his hips upward in the hopes that he would coax the other man into giving him what he wanted, what he craved. He moaned and he whined and he begged, but all Link would give him in response was, “That’s my good boy.”

 

Hawkes was seeing stars. He desperately wanted more, just that last little bit to push him over the edge. Precum dripped from the head of his dick, a sure sign that he was close. Link’s hands trailed away from his nipples, his mouth kissing lower until his lips pressed against his husband’s shaft. He slid his tongue from hilt to tip, then kissed the head and peeked up at Hawkes, who stared at the brunette with wide eyes.

 

“Say my name.” His voice was so soft, but all Hawkes could think about was his breath, warm against his slick skin. He wanted...he wanted...oh, Gods…

 

Hawkes whimpered in reply. He was so, so close, but still Link denied him. It took all of his self control to not shove his hips right into his husband’s face.

 

“Say my name and I’ll take care of you.” Link said, his voice growing a little harder, but in the best of ways. What else was Hawkes supposed to do?

 

He meant to say ‘Link, please’, but the words wouldn’t, couldn’t come out right. “Ahnk, ease…”

 

If Link could purr, he would’ve. As it was, he smiled against the tip of Hawkes’ dick. “Good boy, Hawkes. Very good boy.”

 

The brunette wrapped his mouth around the head of Hawkes’ need, slowly but surely taking it all the way to the hilt. His throat clenched around it, making the cat throw his head back and moan so loud it was nearly a scream. He was so close, so close.

 

“Ease, ease…! Ahnk…!”

 

Link closed his eyes as he worked, focusing on the feeling of Hawkes’ in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on the shaft, wrapping his tongue around it and gliding it over his husband’s piercings. Hawkes begged wordlessly for release, and within a minute, he found it. Straight down Link’s throat.

 

The brunette didn’t hesitate. He swallowed every last drop of the catboy’s load, continuing to lick his cock afterward, making sure to clean it thoroughly. The ginger tried not to thrash, his vision dark as he rode the waves of his orgasm out. Hawkes twisted further, pulling hard against the ropes, wishing he could get his hands on the younger man.

 

It was as if Link knew. He slowly pulled himself off of Hawkes’ dick, kissing the tip of it one more time before he slid up the cat’s body, pressing more kisses along the way. Hawkes continued to squirm, but gentler now, pressing his torso up against the smaller man’s mouth as he made his way to the catboy’s face.  

 

“How’s my boy?” Link placed his hands on Hawkes’ shoulders, sliding his palms along the ginger’s leanly muscled arms. Hawkes started to purr again, immediately, and it only grew louder when Link laced his fingers with his husband’s, holding his hands. The brunette nuzzled his face against the side of Hawkes’ face, letting him revel in the touch.

 

Had Hawkes’ ever felt this in love with Link? It was overwhelming in the best of ways. His chest heaved as Link let him come down from the feeling of his orgasm, but he kept his head tilted towards his husband’s, clutching at the smaller boy’s hands the whole while. Link waited very patiently, humming softly to the catboy, but Hawkes could still feel the brunette’s cock, ready and waiting against his stomach. How Link remained so calm under these circumstances baffled the cat, but he admired his husband all the more for it.

 

It was while Link cuddled against him that Hawkes dared to make a move of his own. He’d been told to lay back, to keep his arms up...but what about his legs?

 

The brunette rocked gently against Hawkes’ stomach, and Hawkes returned the gesture. He bent his knees and spread his legs out, quietly starting to whine for Link, as he knew the younger man liked. Hawkes’ pleased purring only grew louder as his husband shifted, kissing down Hawkes’ jaw as he rearranged his hips, so, so close to the catboy’s hole.

 

“Another round?” Link whispered against Hawkes’ collarbone. In response, the ginger lifted his legs, wrapping them around his husband’s hips and dragging him in closer. He was nearly inside him, and the catboy whimpered needily, nodding as he dug his nails into his own palms.

 

Hawkes watched with half-lidded eyes as Link reached for the bedside table again, this time grabbing one of the ever-present bottles of lube the fivesome kept around. He was generous with what he took, making Hawkes’ eyes grow wider. His husband was in a dangerous mood.

 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” The brunette teased, chuckling darkly when Hawkes whimpered and bucked his hips in response. “Let’s make sure…”

 

Slowly, Link began to trace the very edge of Hawkes’ hole. He used just the barest bit of his fingertips, still toying with his husband. The catboy jerked his hips up again, into the shorter man’s hand, and in return, Link slid a single finger inside him.

 

This was both too much and not nearly enough. The ginger pushed himself closer to the other man’s hand, moaning nearly as loudly as his lungs would allow. He wanted more, desperately, but his husband was slow in sliding in a second finger. Eventually, a third would enter, but he still felt so empty.

 

Hawkes’ dick throbbed, already erect again. Sweat dripped down his skin, and when he had the fortitude to look, the cat could see it beading at Link’s temples as well. He looked good like this, his thoughts consumed only in the task at hand. It was like his most troubling inner thoughts were gone, silenced by the trust his spouses had in him. It was all Hawkes wanted, everything he wanted to be.

 

The reason the self-told lies stopped.

 

This wasn’t enough. He wanted more, he needed more. He tried to beg for it, gasping wordlessly and fucking himself on Link’s fingers. As if he knew what Hawkes was thinking, Link spoke.

 

“Of course, love.”

 

It was probably Gray, Hawkes thought distantly. He felt how open the connection to his own mind was and knew the tiefling was aware of his thoughts. He must’ve shared them with Link.

 

“You got it, kitten.” The words drifted into his head without a source, but Hawkes recognized the voice. Gray had his back.

 

Before he could think to reply, his attention was brought back to the moment. Link had spread the remaining lube on his own dick. While Hawkes had been thinking of Gray, the man with him had pressed the head of his dick against the catboy’s ass. He started so painfully slowly, slipping inside like a knife into a sheath. It wasn’t nearly deep enough.

 

Hawkes couldn’t help it. He started to squirm, on the verge of thrashing under his husband’s hands. He needed more than the brunette’s slow stroking, and so he started to beg. “Ore, ore…!” ‘More’ was nearly impossible to say with the gag in, but...he hoped he’d made his point.

 

“More~?” Link’s tone turned to teasing again. Hawkes whimpered in response, but to his satisfaction, the smaller man thrust in deeper seconds later. The ginger threw his head back against the pillows as Link’s dick touched that most sensitive spot, deep inside of him. His moans were nonsense now, and his hands grasped desperately at empty air. He wanted to hold something. He wanted to touch.

 

Gods, being able to touch his husband at the end of this was going to be so worth it.

 

The pace had picked up. Link thrust in deeper and harder, again and again and again. The headboard slammed against the wall behind it with each movement. Hawkes pushed his hips up and forward to try and meet each hit, feeling the brunette’s balls slap against him with speed and force.

 

The catboy moaned as loud as he could, knowing how Link liked it, and growing louder still when he felt the brunette’s hands on his ass. His fingers dug in deep, his nails almost guaranteed to leave little red half-moons.

 

He was close again. The precum dripped easily from his dick to his stomach, and Link was making horribly lewd sounds himself. Hawkes started to babble, as best as he could, only occasionally getting something close to a word out. This seemed to drive Link even crazier. He leaned over the cat again, this time sliding his hands up to the ginger’s neck.

 

The brunette pressed gentle kisses against his collarbone, then up over the front of his throat. He paused at Hawkes’ adam’s apple, sucking gently on it as he massaged the soft skin at the sides of his neck. After a demon-possessed Link had nearly choked Hawkes to death, the real Link had been so much more gentle and reverent with his husband’s neck, always spending time worshipping it in the bedroom.

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The catboy loved it, truly, but he wanted more still. He was right on the edge, and needed something to push him over.

 

“...oke me…” It was hardly a whisper at first, interspersed with his loud moans. Link didn’t even respond, as wrapped up as he was in his ministrations. “Oke me.” Hawkes begged louder, more needily than before. He felt Link’s hands pause, his mouth as well, and could picture his big doe eyes staring up at him. Still, the ginger couldn’t bear to look.

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“...ch...choke you…?” Link murmured against his husband’s skin, sounding unsure.

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“Oke me…” Hawkes repeated desperately.

 

To his delight, he felt the brunette’s strong hands close around his throat. At first, they were still gentle and soft, holding without applying pressure. When Hawkes started to whine again, the palms pressed inward, Link’s thumbs pushing at the ginger’s adam’s apple, where he’d just been laying his lips.

 

It was everything the catboy could’ve hoped for. Within seconds, his vision started to darken, stars bursting behind his eyelids. He choked, trying to draw air in, arching his back and calling for Link again.

 

“Ahnk!!”

 

In that same moment, he felt warmth explode from deep within him. Not only did he start to cum, violently, but he could also feel it as his husband painted his insides with white. He could hear the desperation in Link’s voice as he babbled too, face pressed into the catboy’s chest, his hands still loosely wrapped around the ginger’s throat.

 

Hawkes started to purr as Link panted. His legs remained locked around Link’s hips, holding him close, even as the brunette’s hips still slowly stroked against Hawkes’. Despite his purring, the ginger whimpered at the movement, trying to get out ‘stop’.

 

“Op...op, ease…” He whined, and Link, who’d been listening for any change in his husband, immediately came to a stop inside him, gently running his hands down Hawkes neck, over his collarbone and chest. Hawkes squirmed a little under his hands, but in truth, he liked the touches, and wished he could return them now.

 

Link continued to move slowly, sliding his length out of Hawkes’ ass as he sat up straighter, admiring the look on the cat’s face. His eyes were bleary, unfocused even, and drool dripped down his chin. He looked good when he was helpless. Hawkes groaned as Link moved, but continued to purr as the brunette whispered to him.

 

“Very good, Hawkes...you did so good…” The shorter man spoke very softly, sitting still between Hawkes’ legs, trying to track the starbursts behind his eyelids. Link’s whole body felt like jelly, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. “That’s my boy…”

 

Hawkes purred louder, and Link continued to whisper to him as the two waited out the waves of pleasure they were both experiencing. It only took a minute or two, and as soon as Link could focus his thoughts again, he was climbing further up Hawkes’ body. The brunette settled over the catboy’s middle, feeling the cum spread across his stomach rubbing between Link’s legs. It felt delightfully dirty.

 

Hawkes met Link’s eyes with a desperate look as he flexed his hands again. Link was smiling as he did, looking soft. It was a very distinct change from the harsh tone and direct orders he’d been using not long before, but it was precisely what Hawkes needed.

 

“Just a moment, my good boy…” Link murmured, leaning closer as he slipped his hands under Hawkes’ head, undoing the gag’s clasp with nimble fingers. He was quick to remove it from his husband’s mouth as well, gently running his fingertips over the catboy’s lips as he did. The ginger-headed man kissed Link’s fingers as he worked, desperate to show his affection in any way could.

 

His breathing was a little ragged, sounding more like gasps than breaths, but he stared at the brunette with nothing but love in his baby blue eyes. He wanted to say ‘I love you’, but it was too much to work his jaw just yet. Instead, he trusted that his husband knew, cat ears twitching as he listened to Link’s gentle words.

 

“There we are...I’ve got you, don’t worry…”

 

Link reached out above Hawkes’ head then, undoing the ropes with long-practiced motions. Hawkes grabbed at his husband’s hands, and in return, Link pulled his arms down, placing the cat’s hands on the brunette’s hips. It helped to have something to hold onto. Hawkes clung to those hips, purring and trying to focus on his breathing as Link massaged his sore wrists.

 

“Just breathe, love.” He whispered. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

 

Hawkes squeezed Link’s hips gently, making the shorter man give a soft moan. It was only after this that the cat found his voice again, softly whispering in return.

 

“Kiss me? Please?”

 

Link didn’t hesitate. He leaned over Hawkes immediately, burying his small hands in the ginger’s hair as he pressed the softest of kisses to his aching mouth. He kissed his husband gently, trying to express the love he felt for the trust he’d been shown. Hawkes kissed him back, desperate for the connection, gently digging his clawed fingers into his husband’s hips.

 

“You’re going to get me going again, sweetheart…” Link whispered against Hawkes’ mouth, his half-lidded brown eyes staring directly into Hawkes’ tired baby blues. The catboy merely smiled, lifting one hand to wrap around the back of his husband’s head, pulling him in for another quick kiss.

 

“Would that be so bad? Hawkes asked, his voice barely above a murmur. Naturally, Link’s lips curved into a devious smile, but his response was simply to ruffle the cat’s hair.

 

“Later, trouble.” He teased, slowly pulling back to sit up straight again. Hawkes considered giving him some resistance, considered pulling him back down again, but his limbs felt too tired to handle the effort. “Let’s get you in the bath. I’ll take care of you.”

 

Hawkes groaned at the very idea of standing, but when Link got up, offering his hands, the catboy followed his lead.

 

It was a struggle to get to the bathroom, with both of their legs weak, but Link stood strong, supporting the taller man as they walked. He spoke softly the entire way, too, gently encouraging the ginger-haired man.

 

“That’s it, baby boy…”

“Just a little further.”

 

Hawkes sat on the closed toilet while Link prepared the bath, running warm water and adding in a bath bomb for good measure. The catboy watched his husband work, admiring his lean form, and blushing when he caught sight of the sticky whiteness between his thighs.

 

Before long, Link was returning to Hawkes’ side, helping him up and into the bath. The brunette slid in in front of his husband, settling between his legs and smiling softly up at him. Hawkes ran his long fingers along Link’s cheek, smiling just as softly back.

 

“I love you, Link…” He murmured, and in return, Link leaned up to kiss him. It was only after they shared a long, sweet kiss that the brunette began the process of washing his husband’s body. Hawkes leaned into his hands, purring softly the whole while.

 

“I love you too, my sweet boy.” Link murmured back, again and again, making Hawkes purr all the louder.

 

When Link finished wiping down Hawkes’ body, taking care of both the lathering and the rinsing, the cat leaned his head down to allow his husband to clean his sweat-slicked hair next. The brunette pressed multiple kisses to the ginger’s head as he worked, scratching the catboy’s ears as well. It was a heavenly feeling.

 

As soon as Link had finished rinsing Hawkes’ hair, the taller man reached out, wrapping his arms around his husband and pulling the smaller man in against his chest. The brunette cuddled in without hesitation, kissing Hawkes’ chest and collar bone, focusing on the dark bruises he’d so recently left behind.

 

“Thank you, Link…” Hawkes murmured into his husband’s hair, still purring as he spoke. Link could feel the rumble in his chest, and reveled in the physical manifestation of his pleasure.

 

“For what?” He asked, glancing upward, even though he couldn’t see Hawkes’ face.

 

“...for sharing this with me. For letting me be yours.” The catboy replied, gently running his fingers down Link’s spine, brushing them over the sensitive spot at its base. His husband immediately shivered, pressing in closer with a soft moan.

 

“I should be thanking you…” Link murmured, hiding his face against Hawkes’ chest. “You didn’t have to let me...let me…”

 

“I wanted to.” For once, Hawkes’ voice grew a little harder, but only to drive his point home. “I’m yours, Link...always yours...for anything, anything you can think of.”

 

Hawkes felt his husband press another kiss to his chest, this one gentle and full of affection.

 

“...I love you, Hawkes.” was his only reply.

 

The two sat together like that for a few minutes before Hawkes gently pushed him away again, pressing a kiss to his forehead when Link turned his big doe eyes up at him.

 

“My turn.” Hawkes said softly, grabbing a washcloth and some body wash, before returning the favor Link had given him. A gentle bath was the least the catboy could do for his husband.

 

When their bath was finished, both men were feeling steadier on their feet. Still, they toweled each other off, leaning on each other all the way back to the bed. Link stripped the sheets first, and Hawkes remade the bed with expert hands.

 

It only took seconds for them to fall into each other’s arms after that. Hawkes pulled one of their largest, thickest blankets up over their naked forms, tucking it in around his husband and making sure the smaller man stayed pressed against his chest.

 

Link certainly wasn’t fighting it. His breathing slowed as he started to drift off, but the final nail in the coffin was when Hawkes started to sing. It was a familiar song, one that often soothed his husband into a gentle sleep.

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“Got me looking so crazy right now, your love’s

Got me looking so crazy right now…”