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The light of the touch grew more intense as silent feet crept closer to the stone wall, the orange hues casting shadows to a small gap between two rock slabs. It was impossible for any being to fit- the cautious man's fingers would just barely fit in the gap if he tried- and yet, he still felt suspicious. The impatient clearing of a throat from behind made him jump, only to sheepishly shrug at his clearly unimpressed comrade standing behind him. With a sharp gesture of his head to move on, the smaller man practically scrambled away from the rock slabs to continue his patrol.
On the opposite side of the slabs, a hasty sigh of relief and slight fear could be heard, followed by a sharp gasp. He glared behind his Yiga mask after hearing a rather pleased chuckle from his swarn enemy stood in front of him. He was just a lowly foot soldier, if his fellow clan members had caught up to the fact these slabs move, and that he was here with the very man they were meant to be hunting, getting kicked out would be the very least of his worries.
Link bit his lip behind his own mask he used to sneak in, trying hard not to laugh any louder as he watched the clan member shiver under his touch. This whole thing was risky, and that is exactly why he loved every second of teasing the absolute hell out of the man he would normally be fighting with, rather than having him pressed flesh against a wall while he relentlessly stroked his hardened cock through his Yiga suit.
This little game of theirs had been going on for some time now, Link was very aware of the longer than usual glances this particular clan member would give him; the slight increase in his breathing whenever Link 'unknowingly' got closer than necessary while he was disguised, how much he would delay 'revealing' who he was just for the sake of being able to feel Link's body warmth close to his just a little longer. However, Link soon grew bored of the silent tease games, so he decided to see just how much this enemy of his wanted him. The blond hummed at the back of his throat at the sensitive reactions he was receiving as he pulled his free hand up to slide under the Yiga's mask to cover his mouth
"Quiet, Stik. Or do you just get off that much to having your little buddies catching you like this?"
The man in question tried his hardest to retaliate, puffing up his chest about to speak, but his brain was shocked to the core as the blond gave a particularly firm squeeze to his tip, causing his body to shudder violently against the wall and hips to jerk without so much as a thought about it. His teeth sank into Link's fingers, but it didn't faze him in the slightest. "You're pretty kinky, for a virgin"
There was a muffled protest from behind the mask, and although Link knew exactly what he said, where would the fun in letting him off easy be? "Sorry, could you repeat that? I can't hear you"
With a sharp tug, he yanked Link's hand from his mouth, knocking his mask out of place slightly and revealing a pair of red bitten lips before hissing out
"I'm not a virgin, foul 'hero'"
"Yeah, I don't believe you."
Opening his mouth to protest proved to be a horrible idea, but a great opportunity for Link to increase the pace of his wrist, drawing out a long, and nearly startled, moan. His teeth quickly sunk back into his bottom lip, but it was far too late to take back the noise, and difficult to suppress the desperate whimpers followed thereafter. His hips jerked and his hands gripped fruitlessly at the wall behind him. His breath hitched when he heard the crackles of a torch drawing near again, this time on the side where the slabs would move, which just so happen to be directly next to the pair. He gripped at Link's forearm, but his strength felt drained as his brain clouded and his knees gave a slight wobble. Link eyed the light drawing near, but felt no threat from the situation.
Taking note of the clan members decreasing strength, Link took a careful and quiet stepp forward, pressing his body against the Yiga's with his knee between his thighs to press against the rock slab. With his free hand, he braced himself against the wall. Although he was shorter than the Yiga, what he lacked in height he made up for in his body's build, which made it easy for him to support the weight of the taller man who was becoming increasingly more relevant on help to keep standing.
A second light seemed to join the first as a second patrol man grew curious of where the moaning sound had come from. Sweat began to build under the elastic material of the Yiga's clothing, a combination of anxiety and arousal sending his body into a type of high he never experienced before. With shaky fingers, he grabbed on to the shorter male's shoulder, his head following onto the opposite side. He turned his head towards the nape of his neck, hoping to muffle the increase in his breathing. The feeling of the Yiga starting to grind his hips into his hand drew a low grunt from Link, followed in the same breath by a small laugh. His nose nestled next to his ear, deliberately breathing on it just to watch him shudder from the sensation.
"There you go again, being so noisy from your enemy playing with you. Are you sure you're not just into getting caught?"
He gripped his shoulder and growled in protest, but he couldn't manage much more than that even if he tried, and Link knew that all too well
"I'm almost amazed it's your moaning that alerted them and not the.. suggestively wet noises coming from your totally not virgin dick"
"Are you trying to turn me on or piss me off?" lifting his head a little, he tried his best to stifle the noises Link's devilishly good hand was drawing out of him.
"Probably both. But shh, just listen"
Begrudgingly, The Yiga quietened down enough to just listen, and immediately regretted it when the sounds of his own arousal made his face flush with embarrassment. Tilting his head back, he peered between their bodies to see the very noticeable wet patch left on the front of his suit. He whimpered more, unable to unhear the sound now. This on top of Link whispering about getting exposed was driving him straight nutty, the sensation in his stomach beginning to tighten unbearably so.
"Gonna cum for me Stik? Right in front of your buddies trying to figure out these slabs?"
His body shuttered near violently as he turned his head to see the light of the touch brighter than he was the first time they got suspicious. His heart sunk as his cock jumped, fear and sheer bliss filling his brain at the same time. He bit into Links shoulder, his eyes screwing shut and his hips shuttering into Link's hand. The blonde stifled a shoulder shaking laugh.
"C'mon Stik, just let go. We both they know can hear you. They know what's happening."
Altogether Link had more he wanted to whisper into his ear, he didn't get the chance as he felt him bite harder, surely leaving a mark on his shoulder that caused a small hiss from Link. Stik's hands gripped on to Link like he was a lifeline as the pressure in his stomach finally snapped. The world around him felt like it faded for a few good seconds, to the point he really couldn't tell if he was moaning outwardly or not, or how loud it was if it wasn't internalized. His knees buckled as his body shuttered and curled. Link was more than prepared to catch him, holding his body up as he smirked down at the generously sized patch staining his suit; not even fazed by the fact it left a small stain on the front of his own suit.
As the Yiga man regained his brain functionality, he blinked in confusion at the empty spot in front of him. He looked to either side of himself before looking up; and there he was. Link crotched on a small wooden beam staring down at him. He lifted his finger up to where his mouth would be behind the mask, telling him to be quiet.
"Stik? Are you back here or something?"
The stone slab began to slide, causing him to freeze. Looking back up in a panic, he cursed to see the Hylian hero gone.
'Foul, devilishly hero..'