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Retrospectively, it probably would have been a good idea for someone to stay sober.
One thing the Gerudo do particularly well – besides fighting of course, is alcohol. It’s no surprise really that when Urbosa had invited them in to Gerudo town to celebrate a battle well fought that said celebration would involve a frankly scary amount of drinking.
Link hadn’t really intended to drink quite so much. There was something deceptive about the Nobel Pursuit. Sweet, sugary syrups that masked quite how much alcohol was in the drink, it was far too easy to down several of them before the effects kicked in. He was also slightly guilty of attempting to keep up with Urbosa’s pace, at least at first. A task that quickly became apparent as a death sentence.
It had perhaps been the first night they’d ever had as a full group where they were doing something other than taking down monster camps or preparing for the upcoming calamity. There were moments of rest, of course. A few weeks ago in Zora’s domain when they’d spent three days fending a hoard of beasts from the Zora kingdom, the Zora King Dorophan had thrown a celebration in their honour for their hard work. However as usual, Urbosa had needed to take her leave to resume leading her people, and Revali had grumbled about it being a waste of time and had flown off. Link had spent some nice time in the presence of Daruk and Mipha, but had needed to leave early so that he could escort Zelda back to Hyrule castle so that her father would not fuss.
This time, for whatever reason, everybody had attended the festivities. Even the renowned lone wolf that was Revali had – albeit reluctantly, agreed to join in.
In fact, thinking about it, he’s not entirely sure he’s ever seen the Rito Champion take a night off until now. It had been nice seeing him sit down for once, share a drink with friends and loosen up a little. He was always so tetchy and uptight, keeping to himself and only really inputting himself into conversations to belittle someone or complain about something – or to brag about himself, more often than not.
Admittedly, Link didn’t hate the Rito’s attitude as much as others did.
Sure, Revali was antagonistic and rude to him, not to mention always trying to pick a fight – but he also in doing so was one of the few people that frequently interacted with him. Much as he cared for the other Champions, it was easy for people to forget he was present when he was so quiet. People frequently talked about things as if he wasn’t even there, or neglected to include him in conversations. He didn’t mind, of course. These were Champions – political leaders, Princess and unmatched warriors. He was simply a knight who had happened to pull a sword.
Revali never forgot he was present, to the point it almost became unnerving at times. The Rito always had a sharp, jade eye on him wherever they were. Before Revali had joined their little party, he could go days without anybody really speaking to him. Now he can barely make it a few hours without the Rito Champion goading him. In truth, it’s just nice to feel noticed.
Even if the Rito was an unbearably egocentric show-off, even Link had to admit he had the skills to back up his claims. It was a joy to watch Revali fight. Sometimes he’d wander away from camp in the early evenings to watch the Rito train in the forests for a while.
He was unmatched in speed, and just as graceful in the sky as Mipha was in the water. The way he could flip his bow seamlessly from his back into his talons, then into his wings, and back again within a fraction of a second was mindboggling. The Rito was strong too – small compared to other Rito, yes, and slender in a way that allowed him his weightlessness in the sky, but if one observed him for long enough, the firm muscles of his forewings and thighs were starkly present.
As much as Revali liked to narcissistically preen over himself, Link finds it hard not to see an odd reflection of himself behind the Rito’s carefully curated mask that endears him. A young man, barely nineteen, who’s entire life from childhood has been devoted to tirelessly training in the art of battle. Who’s sense of self is so tied to their capability as a weapon that it’s hard to remember sometimes that there’s a person behind the armour.
If the Rito didn’t hate him so much, maybe they’d even be good friends in another life.
Link tells himself that his afterthought that maybe they’d be more than friends is simply the alcohol in his bloodstream. Certainly there was a charm to Revali’s confidence at times that made him feel flushed, but the man was a Rito, even if Link did ever manage to find some way to connect with him, there’s little to know chance Revali would ever harbour an interest in someone so featherless. The Rito Champion was neverendingly mocking him for being a ‘flightless ape’. Even if he finds the Rito conventionally attractive in a way that peaks his interests, Revali would never feel the same way about him.
Sitting up from the little bed he must have dozed off on, Link rubs his hands across his eyes. Hylia, of all the things to think about it really wasn’t his place to be pining after the Rito Champion who hates his guts at what must be two in the morning.
Link had expectations upon him. He was to protect the Princess with his life, to seal away Calamity Ganon and save Hyrule. Then, if that all went to plan, he was probably supposed to ask for the princesses hand in marriage. That’s what typically happens in storybooks, the knight saves the day and then marries the princess. It’s what everyone in Hyrule is expecting of him.
If he didn’t marry Zelda, he’d probably have to marry Mipha. It wouldn’t be so bad, Mipha had been one of his best friends since he was a boy. However, with her gargantuanly long life span she would remain a young adult until he was an old man and that would probably become a little awkward for them both eventually.
Neither option bothered him that much. Link has known for years that he’s attracted to men – a trait he blames on spending his entire adolescence on sweaty training grounds surrounded by nothing but incredibly attractive young men. In the army it seemed almost a casual act to copulate with guys, it was just something they just did to pass the time on cold nights, it had become so easy for him to seek warmth and pleasure from the strong arms of another soldier that even thinking about a woman in the same way seemed almost alien now.
He’ll probably never love either princess the way he’s supposed to, but destiny wasn’t supposed to be easy. He loved them as friends, and he was certain that was enough for him to live a life of pretending.
He just had to get past his ridiculous little crush on the antagonistic bird man who wouldn’t leave him alone first. He’d grow out of it eventually.
Standing from his bed, Link stretches out his stiff shoulders with a yawn. Alcohol was still fogging his brain and making everything look and feel just a little hazy, he was going to have a hell of a hangover in a few hours. At least the Princess had also indulged in more than a few glasses of fruity alcohol last night, perhaps she’d want to sleep in for a few hours and it would allow him a chance to recover before they ventured out once more.
It looks like he’d crashed at the Gerudo inn. He vaguely remembers Urbosa taking both princesses back with her to the castle, and Daruk passing out somewhere just outside of the Gerudo lounge and being left to doze outside, since there were hardly any Goron sized sleeping facilities around anyway. With the Princess in safe hands, a few more hours of sleep seem like a good idea before the hangover kicks in. Unfortunately he needs to take a leak first if he wants any chance of resuming unconsciousness.
He'd been give special permission by Urbosa to enter the town, along with Revali, for their heroic deeds in protecting Gerudo Town in yesterday’s gruelling battle. Usually only vai were allowed within the Gerudo Town walls – though admittedly he’d snuck his way in a few times with a change of clothing and a discrete face covering while trying to keep an eye on Zelda. Still, even with the special permission, he didn’t want to make any of the women in town feel uncomfortable by using their communal restrooms.
Instead he fumbles to sling his sword onto his back and slips out of the town gates. It’s a clear, surprisingly warm night. It shouldn’t be hard to find a private spot behind a rocky outcrop to quickly relieve himself. He was confident enough in his abilities, even still a little drunk, to be able to defend himself should any stal-enemies pop up and surprise him, and so long as he didn’t stray too far, there was little chance of a Molduga attack.
It only takes ten minutes of stumbling through sand for Link to find an appropriately shielded spot, though despite the silence of the night he can feel a strange, almost sixth sense of something watching him. Taking out his sword in one hand just in case, he frees himself with his other hand and takes care of business against the rocks, sharp eyes on watch for any signs of movement.
Nothing. The night is silent and dead, not even the quiet patter of a tumbleweed bouncing past. Once he’s finished, he tucks himself away and shields his sword, turning to begin the slow shuffle back.
Out of nowhere, an arrow whizzes past his face so close it grazes his skin. He hears it plunge into something soft behind him where there should only be rocks.
Links sword is already drawn by the time he’s able to react and swing around to see the Yiga soldier behind him, a curved sickle extended as if about to strike, and an arrow sticking through his mask right between his eyes. Their eyes meet briefly, and the only sound the red-clad assassin makes is a quiet gurgle before he seems to suddenly drop like a sack of rocks.
Alcohol must be impairing his senses more than he realised. Hylia, he was seconds away from having his throat slit and he heard nothing.
It only occurs to Link after a few moments of staring dumbly at the corpse on the ground to twist back around in the direction the arrow came from, spotting a familiar, Rito shape outlined atop one of the rocks as he slips his bow onto his back.
The whole dramatic pose silhouette in the moonlight after saving his life really wasn’t doing anything to help with his stupid crush. It was difficult to look away from the man’s pristine figure, sharp and strong, piercing eyes staring right at him. He must look like such a fool right now just gawping.
Revali dives with grace from his high point, soaring in a tight circle downwards. He doesn’t miss the way the Rito lands with a slight stumble however, much as he immediately straightens up to correct his posture. Impressive as his aim is, he’s clearly still rather drunk too. Which is no surprise considering the last he saw him.
Honnestly he’d not really pegged the Rito for a heavy drinker, however Revali had eagerly been trying to keep up with Urbosa for the better part of the night. It had been pretty funny actually watching him loosen up and smile more, to share stories and converse easily with the other Champions in a way he was usually far too reserved to do, he’d even seen him laugh a few times – not a mocking chuckle, but a genuine, happy laugh. The last he’d seen of the Rito he seemed easily as hammered as Daruk was, he’d even had to grab hold of the walls to keep himself oriented upwards as they parted ways for the evening.
A slight guilt flows through Link’s stomach as he considers that he probably should have ensured that everyone made it safely to bed – not that he’d been in much of a better condition himself a few hours ago.
“Not much of a knight f you can’t even take care of yourself now, are you?” Revali’s voice is cuttingly sharp in contrast to his drunken chattiness only a few hours prior, though it still holds a slight warble. “I’ll accept grovelling as a suitable thanks.”
Revali’s wings cross behind his back as he seems to circle him like a bird of prey. In the low light it’s almost quiet threatening – yet something about it rather excites him. Hylia, something is wrong with his head.
When Link says nothing, the Rito clicks his tongue to his beak irritably. “Stunned silence as usual, I don’t know why I bother,” he grumbles as Link just watches him dumbly. “I gave half a mind to letting that fool slit your neck, you know? Be thankful I bothered to save you at all.”
It’s all hot air as usual. Despite his huffing and puffing, Link would trust the Rito to have his back any day of the week without question. For all Revali had a sharp tongue, he felt a deep need to protect people, same as Link did. He could never let someone get hurt under his watch without a guilty conscience.
He wants to ask what the Rito was even doing out this late in the first place. Tireless as Revali always seemed, he can’t imagine anyone drinking as much as he had and not needing to sleep off the alcohol. Perhaps dreams kept him awake, or he’d been doing the same thing as Link, or he’d spotted a monster on his way to bed and had followed it in search of a fight.
There was little point in signing in the dark though. Rito had horrible night vision, and Revali’s grasp on sign language was mediocre at best in good lighting.
This is usually where the conversation would end. With Revali going off in a sulk over Link not responding to him, only to return to his attempts to goad him again in a few hours, never deterred by the fact he gets the same result no matter what he says or does. Link has to admire his persistence if nothing else.
However, the alcohol must have loosened the Rito’s tongue, because this time, too suddenly for Link to react, he throws a wing out to pin the Hylian’s shoulder to the rocks behind them, feathers flaring in obvious irritation. “What is your problem? Why can’t you acknowledge me just once?! Am I truly that off-putting to you?!”
In truth, Link barely processes anything the Rito is saying because the feeling of being presses against the wall with that sharp, dangerous beak so close to his ear that he can feel the man’s hot, alcohol soaked breath against his skin, sends his mind into such a frenzy that he’s feels like he short circuits. The organ in his pants twitches in interest and he feels his face flush with heat. This was such an inappropriate thing to feel aroused by, and somehow that made it all the more exciting.
“If you’re going to constantly ignore me then at the very least I deserve a reason why!” Revali snaps irritably, eyes narrowing into sharp slits, “I’ve made my interests clear, I’ve proven time and time again how impressive and worthy I am, and yet you won’t even grace me with a rejection! Is this funny to you? To torment me?! I’ll have you know every Rito in Hyrule is lining up for even the chances for my affection, I have my choice of hundreds of more worthy partners than the likes of you, you should feel honoured I have even graced you with the time of day!”
The words take a shameful amount of time to make any sense to Link’s hazy mind and he opens and closes his mouth wordlessly. Surly he was misunderstanding the Rito somehow. Interests? Affection? He most certainly had not made his interests clear in the slightest if that was the case, the man did nothing but try to insult him.
Unless all that narcissistic show-off behaviour wasn’t just Revali preening over himself, but trying to earn his attention? Surely no-one was foolish enough to believe that gloating was the way to earn someone’s affections?
…It had sort of worked, though, hadn’t it?
Clearly still soused to the eyeballs and a little more ticked off than usual by his silence, Revali snaps his beak dangerously close to his neck. Hylia, it’s so sharp he’s fairly certain he grazes away the peachfuzz on his skin. “I am the hero of the Rito, master of the skies, the greatest archer to ever live!” He brags sharply, “I have control over a gargantuan, ancient beast the size of a city that could devastate the land in a single blow! All you have is a…is a stupid sword! How dare you think you’re so much better than me! How dare you ignore me!”
Revali is pressed close enough that his chest plate is touching Link’s chest. He can feel the Rito’s frustrated breaths. Hylia, his feathered wing pinning him to the stone is so strong and warm. His breath smells of alcohol and is hot against his neck. Why was he so turned on by this? It felt like the beginning to a dirty dream.
“I hate you! I hate that I’m….obsessed with you,” There’s something raw and angry about Revali’s tone, but the way his feathers seem to stick up around the base of his neck displays a flustered vulnerability he so scarcely shows and Link can barely take his eyes off of him. “Is it because you think everybody else is more important than me? Zelda and Mipha are royalty, Daruk and Urbosa are political leaders, but oh, Revali is just some…some title-less Rito from a little village nobody cares about, probably only even given this role as a diversity inclusion. Why bother even giving him the time of day?”
Hylia, Link is drunk. Awkwardly shaking his head to deny the claim only serves to make him dizzy, and Revali doesn’t seem to believe him anyway, the Rito only jabbing a wingtip sharply into his chest. “Rito village is just as important as every other Domain! I might not be some..some political leader, but I am the highest ranking warrior amongst my people! You have no right to look down your beak at me! You’re not allowed to judge me for wanting you, I’m allowed to want whoever I want, even if it’s some flightless royal lap dog!”
Revali seems to drop his head for a moment, taking slow breaths and closing his eyes. For a minute Link worries he’s going to hurl on him, but the Rito seems to regain his composure and balance after a while, lifting his beak to resume his scathing glare before his wing slowly drops from Link’s shoulder back to his side. “…Whatever. I don’t need your approval. I don’t need you. I’m so far out of your league anyway. You don’t deserve someone as incredible as me to fuck you.”
There’s something so visceral about the sound of the lewd word coming from the uptight birds beak that it nearly drives Link wild. It’s definitely the alcohol affecting his ability to make good decisions that causes him to spontaneously grab Revali’s sharp beak and wrench him down so he can press his lips atop it.
He’s never kissed a Rito before. Tons of Hylians, sure, even a few Zora in his time, but never a Rito. The Champion’s beak is smooth and cool to the touch, and vibrates with the strange little sound of alarm the man makes. He’s not entirely sure what, if anything he expects a beak to taste like, but the flavour of mint definitely takes him off guard as he breaks away, squinting as he silently questions if Revali somehow cleans it with toothpaste. How would that even work?
Revali just seems to stare at him, wide eyed and beak agape as if his drunken mind is simply struggling to process what just happened.
When the silence feels like it has stretched on for too long, Link decides to cast caution to the wind and simply melt into his foolish drunken desires, attempting to make his intentions clear by grabbing both sides of the Rito’s feathered face and once again smashing his lips into the top of his beak.
Finally seeming to overcome his shock and come to some kind of understanding, Revali lifts his wings and shoves Link firmly against the stone wall. Hylia, he’s strong and rough, even allowing himself to think about how ravaged the vicious Rito will likely leave him come morning makes him hard in his trousers. He hasn’t given in to pleasures of the flesh since being named Zelda’s personal knight, such a long eight months of chastity has taken its toll. He’s more than ready for some relief.
Revali lowers his head to press his forehead firmly to Links own, soft feathers against hot skin. His foggy mind supplies that he’s seen Rito do it before as a gesture of affection akin to kissing. One wing moves down to grab one of Link’s thighs and he happily lifts his leg around the Rito’s waist so that he can press against him closer. His stiff dick is pressed against Revali’s hip armour and even the minor amount of friction excites him.
The other wing moves to grab his other thigh and suddenly he’s off of the ground, pressed with his back to the wall. Revali’s beak lowers to bite at the soft skin of his lower neck and it drives him wild, the razor sharp edge pressing just hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin.
He can’t help himself anymore. Link lowers a hand beneath the Rito’s leather armour to smooth against the downy feathers between his thighs. He’s brushed against Revali’s wings before and the feathers are almost shiny, sleek and perfectly smooth, but the feathers on his thighs are almost fluffy, it reminds him of stroking a kitten. Not that he’d ever say that aloud if he didn’t want his eyes gouged by the man’s talons.
Oh – Link momentarily pauses when his fingers fail to find a dick. Right, Rito probably didn’t have those, they were a lot more like Zora than Hylians. The soft feathers are slightly sticky and damp between his legs, that was probably a good sign right? Was it more like a vagina or a butthole? If all Rito didn’t have dicks they probably weren’t used to penetration. Would doing this the Hylian way hurt him? Did they pleasure themselves externally?
Reaching down with his other hand, Link clumsily starts unbuttoning his pants to free his aching dick, only pausing when Revali pulls back and gives him a sharp, threatening glare.
“Not here,” the Rito grunts breathlessly, tilting his beak just slightly back in the direction of town. “Unlike you, some of us have standards.”
Hylia, the thought of having to walk ten minutes back to town seemed agonising right now. Of course Revali would be prissy about not doing it outside. Then again – his eyes briefly drift to the corpse of the Yiga assassin still bleeding into the sand and he grimaces. Maybe going inside where they didn’t run the risk of being ambushed wasn’t a terrible idea.
Revali doesn’t wait for him, turning sharply and heading back towards Gerudo town by foot. As impressively as he hides it, it’s evident just how utterly plastered the Rito is by how much he stumbles in the sand and doesn’t even attempt to take of into the sky. Not that Link is faring much better, it still sort of feels like the ground is rocking beneath him while his brain is miles in the sky.
It takes what feels like an eternity to get back to the inn, though he knows it’s only probably been fifteen minutes, and he fumbles about for longer than he’d like to admit trying to remember which room was his. However the moment they’re both inside, Revali practically wrestles Link’s tunic off of him.
It’s only a single bed, but it’ll do. Roughly shoving his trousers down only to stumble and struggle to get them over his boots, Link trips over himself onto the bed, awkwardly kicking them off and freeing his hardened dick from his underwear. Revali meanwhile seems to struggle for a moment to unbuckle his chestplate armour, dropping it to the ground carelessly before climbing onto the bed to straddle his hips – which feels just slightly awkward with how short the Rito’s legs are.
Quickly, Revali has Link’s sweaty arms pinned above his head as he lowers himself to peck and preen at the side of his exposed shoulder and neck. He can feel the sticky, warm feathers of his inner thighs pressed against his skin, a wet slit apparent beneath them. Link’s legs instinctively spread, toes curling into the hay-stuffed mattress.
Revali is going to wreck him. He’s seen the way the Rito moves and fights, he’s going to destroy him so hard he won’t walk tomorrow. Link feels so excited just thinking about it that it would take very little for him to explode before they’ve even started. Hylia, Revali would never let him live that down.
Trying to calm himself, he resists the urge to rock his hips against the Rito’s. Despite those downy feathers beneath his armour, he could feel the rock hard muscles of his thick thighs. He could see the man’s tailfeathers quivering slightly in anticipation.
Link tilts his chin back with a quiet groan as the Rito leaves another mark on his neck, giving him more room to nibble and bite with that incredible, sharp beak. A brief thought crosses his mind that perhaps none of this is a good idea – he’s been so stressed since becoming Zelda’s personal knight, even more so since pulling the darkness sealing sword. Drunken sexual escapades were hardly befitting of the pure-of-heart hero he was supposed to be under everybody’s expectations.
However, when Revali grinds against his thigh with a low, impatient sound, his mind simply goes blank, all hesitation flittering away in favour of desperate lust.
Screw expectations. Screw being pure of heart or noble. He was drunk and sweaty and the Rito champion he has a hideous crush on, muscular and confident, was about to make him see stars.
Breaking a hand loose from Revali’s grip, Link grabs for the Rito’s shirt impatiently. Revali relents and frees his other hand to allow him to pull the red tunic from over his head, only getting it temporarily tangled on his beak, revealing his chest of soft feathers beneath.
The Rito seems a little stiff as he hesitantly drops the article of clothing to the side of the bed. Honnestly he doesn’t think anything of it until he eagerly reaches around with shaking fingers to clumsily tug off his armoured pteruge and Revali flinches just slightly as he brushes against his tailfeathers.
Tilting his head he glances up at the man for a moment, observing the way the feathers around his neck flare slightly. Revali seems to ignore his curious gaze, sharpening his eyes a little as he neatly shuffles out of the armoured skirt and kicks it over the side of the bed too.
Hylia, he’s always sort of wondered what the Rito looked like under his clothes. Firm muscles clear beneath beautiful, iridescent feathers. The cream-white colour of his lower feathers stretches up around his slim belly, and his long, slender tail feathers rise and fall slightly over his firm behind with each steamy breath he takes.
Link was going to come all over his own chest if they didn’t get a move on. Reaching out he takes the Rito’s hips, pulling him down a little and waiting for Revali to resume taking charge.
…But it doesn’t really happen.
Something has changed in Revali’s demeanour he can’t quite put his finger on. He reaches his wings up to pin Link’s shoulders firmly, however something about him almost seems suddenly a little less confident than before. Perhaps even hesitant. The crest feathers on his head are usually raised so high as if he’s desperate to make himself look as big as possible, but now they seem to have lowered down, almost flat against his head. It makes him appear a lot softer.
Spreading his legs, Link lifts his hips to let his hard dick press into the soft feathers against Revali’s inner thigh, sliding his hands around the Rito’s waist to stroke the sensitive base of his tail and smirking at the way the touch makes his neck feathers puff up even more. As wingtips squeeze Links shoulders tightly, he watches the Rito lower himself down, preening a strand of his hair with his beak.
It’s so…gentle. He almost wants to snap at the Rito to be rough with him but it hardly seems the time to try to sign. Instead, Link lifts his hand to clumsily pull one of the Rito’s braids from the bead holding it in place, running his fingers through the wavy plumes before curling his fingers into them and giving them a tight little tug.
It almost makes him jump how hard Revali flinches, a slightly startled little yelp escaping his beak before he seems to quietly try to cover it with a dry laugh.
Okay, no feather pulling then. Perhaps he just wasn’t into that. He’d sort of hoped it would spur the Rito into taking a wingful of his blond locks to pull and pin him down, but Revali does no such thing. In fact, he doesn’t really do much at all beyond sort of awkwardly holding him down and preening him.
Maybe the Rito is more of a pillow princess? He didn’t really seem the type to want to let someone else do all the work day to day, but perhaps things were different in the bedroom. Link quietly shuffles his hand down to caress the feather’s of his inner thigh, teasingly moving a few fingers to trace the hot, wet slit hidden away beneath sodden feathers.
Revali doesn’t move and says nothing. He assumes he’s enjoying it by the heaviness of his breathing until he glances up to try to gauge the Rito’s expression and is slightly alarmed to notice a slight shininess to his eyes.
He’s stiff and tense, his beak is grit tight, his crest is flat against his head and he looks almost anxious as if he doesn’t know where to put his wings or what to do. It very suddenly occurs to Link’s drunken mind shamefully late that his heavy breathing isn’t aroused panting – he’s pretty sure the man is quietly hyperventilating a little bit. Shit- how didn’t he notice that sooner?
The speed he sits up at makes his drunken head spin and he nearly bumps his head against Revali’s, the Rito looking alarmed by the sudden movement. Shit, did he do something wrong? Revali had seemed so into this five minutes ago, did he fuck something up? Why was he freaking out?
“What?” Revali snips a little breathlessly, shuffling off of him with a glare. “Why did you stop? What’s wrong? I didn’t say you could stop.”
He sounds more frustrated than concerned, and Link rolls his shoulder a little awkwardly. How does he explain? Lifting his hand he signs, hoping the Rito can make it out in the dim light.
‘Sorry’ – ‘Uncomfortable’ – ‘You’.
Hylia his hands feel clumsy, hand-eye co-ordination a little screwed from the alcohol. Revali seems to squint a little for what feels like a while as if his own drunken mind is trying to piece together what he’s saying, and he can only assume he’s gotten the gist of it when his crest raises sharply and his brows furrow.
“I’m not uncomfortable!” Revali insists, perhaps a little too quickly for it to hold any credibility. “I’m fine! I’m perfectly fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine?!”
Blinking sluggishly, Link tilts his head a little, sort of wondering if the man really can’t hear how fast he’s breathing right now. Is he having panic attack? His feathers are so ruffled and his wingtips are pretty obviously shaking a little. He’s so blatantly uncomfortable to the point of active distress.
A little hesitantly, Link reaches out to press a hand to the Rito’s forearm, purposefully taking a deep breath in and then slowly letting it back out a couple of times to try to encourage him to copy the motion. He couldn’t pretend he really understood what had him so worked up, but he’d had his fair share of panic attacks in the past and they weren’t much fun. He didn’t wish that on anyone.
As soon as Revali seems to realise what he’s doing, the Rito harshly shoves his hand off, shuffling back a little on the bed before slinging his talons over the edge of it. Leaning his wings on his knees he breathes heavily, clearly trying to compose himself. “Don’t touch me! I’m perfectly fine!” he snaps sharply when Link slowly lifts an arm to try to rub his back. “I want to copulate with you! I’m ready for this – I can do it! Don’t look at me!”“
Link lifts a hand to mimic a bottle to sign ‘drunk’, and Revali shoots him a withering glare. Carefully, he swings his own legs over the edge of the bed to sit next to the Rito, uncomfortably trying to ignore his practically throbbing dick between his legs. His eyes soften as he watches the way Revali’s glare moves to avoid his gaze, the Rito wrapping his wings around himself quietly almost as if it feels too vulnerable to be sat naked.
They sit in silence for a while and he’s not really entirely sure what to say or do. He just listens to Revali’s uneven breaths and hopes his presence is helping rather than hindering. Eventually after what feels like an hour, he watches the Rito lower his beak slightly as he glares towards the doorway, looking almost frustrated but not really directed at him. When he finally speaks, it’s so quiet Link nearly misses it.
“…I want to stop.”
Honnestly, in a strange way, it’s a relief to hear. He didn’t really want to get into an argument while they were both drunk and naked, but there was no way he was going through with this right now. Much as he was so horny he wanted to dig his fingers into those feathered thighs and fuck the Rito senseless, it was pretty obvious Revali was uncomfortable even if he screamed to the high heavens otherwise. He didn’t want to do this unless they were both completely on board, especially while they were so inebriated.
With a sharp nod, Link stands quite abruptly, grabbing his underwear to wrestle back on. Hylia, he wishes there was a private bathroom in this place so that he could make quick work of his hardened tool. Simply waiting for it to wear off was going to suck.
He watches from the corner of his eye as he wrestles his tunic lazily back over his head as Revali silently picks his own clothing back from the ground, simply slipping his own tunic back on and gathering his armour into his wings before shuffling towards the door. He looks so quietly upset that Link finds himself grabbing the Rito by his forewing quietly to stop him, moving his free hand to sloppily sign.
‘Stay’ he pauses for a moment, gesturing towards the bed with his thumb, ‘sleep’.
It’s difficult to read Revali’s expression, but when the Rito doesn’t move one way or the other, Link shuffles over to drag the blanket from the bed onto the ground, stealing one of the pillows before flopping down onto it. It’s not as comfortable as the bed, but he’s slept on far worse, and he’s far too drunk to care.
“You…don’t need to sleep on the ground in your own room,” Revali mutters quietly, though after several moments of careful hesitation, the drunk Rito seems to quietly shuffle around him to climb into the bed, feathers slowly starting to settle back against his body. “I have my own room.”
Lifting his hand again, Link lazily signs ‘stay’ before letting himself face flop into the pillow. Perhaps if he tries to think of something unpleasant like the warty rears of Hinnox, it’ll relieve him of his hardon a little faster so he can sleep.
Honnestly when the Rito doesn’t say anything more, he assumes he’s fallen asleep. He’s so silent and unmoving it’s hard to tell he’s even there.
Eventually, his excitement cools enough for his underwear to stop feeling too tight, and Link rolls over with a yawn to close his eyes.
“…I…havn’t done this before.”
Link blinks sluggishly, half twisting around to glance over his shoulder in the dark at Revali curled up with his back to him in the bed. It’s strange to hear him sound quiet – dare he say, vulnerable. It almost doesn’t sound right in his voice. It softens his heart a little.
It makes sense if it’s his first time. Link is sure he was slightly overwhelmed his first time in bed with a man too. He feels a little stupid for just assuming the Rito would be better versed in all of this than him. He just always seems so…confident. It’s hard to imagine him being unsure or nervous about anything.
“I want to do this. I do,” he mutters, words slightly slurred from booze and exhaustion, “…I’m sorry.”
A part of Link wants to sit up and clamber back into the little bed with him. Something deep in his chest urges him to wrap his arms around the feathery form he can see slowly breathing in the dark to assure him he understands.
“I’ve…never even touched myself before, I just…” that quiet, groggy voice mutters, and Link half wonders if he even realises he’s speaking aloud. “You must think I’m utterly pathetic. This shouldn’t be a big deal. I’m being absurd.”
Not wanting to invade his space, Link shuffles in his blanket clumsily a little closer to the bed, reaching up with one hand to touch Revali’s soft back, feeling his breath catch slightly for just a second before evening out again.
“It’s always okay to stop. You don’t need a reason.”
Hylia, it’s been a long time since he last spoke. His voice sounds terrible, and even the few words makes his throat ache. However when Revali turns over to stare at him as if unsure whether of not he’s hearing things, he finds it in himself for a few more quiet words.
“We can try again when you’re ready if you want. Or we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I like you anyway.”
There’s no response for a while beyond the Rito’s quiet breathing, but then slowly a large wing slides down from the side of the bed, silently and slightly hesitantly laying atop Link’s hand. His feathers are so warm and soft, Rito wingtips are so large in comparison to his small Hylian fingers, rather than taking his hand he simply wraps his fingers gently around one wingtip.
He doesn’t even feel himself starting to doze off again. It’s only when Revali next speaks in barely awake, groggy tones that he blinks briefly awake again, almost missing it.
“…I like you too.”
--
The first thing Link becomes aware of then consciousness returns to him is that he’s going to vomit.
The second thing is that he’s slept in a horrible position on the ground and his body feels horrendously stiff and sore. With a grimace he shuffles to free his own arm from its place squashed under his torso and stretches his legs to stop them from cramping, trying to remain as still as possible until he’s confident he can sit up without spewing down himself.
Nine Noble Pursuits is apparently his limit. No amount of sweet fruity syrups was worth this.
Keeping his groggy eyes closed to avoid the sunlight he knows is going to be an assault on his head, Link sluggishly pushes himself onto all fours before shuffling over blindly to the rooms little counter where he knows the innkeeper has left a carafe of water and some glasses. Pouring himself some cool water he downs it in one, furrowing his brow as his stomach struggles to keep it down.
A quiet groan reminds him quiet sharply that he’s not alone, and bravely he squints open his eyes to face the awful morning light. Revali has managed to sit up on his elbows, he looks even worse than Link feels with his feathers in disarray and his brows screwed tightly together. He pours another glass of water to bring over.
The Rito doesn’t take the glass handed to him as he sits up properly with a miserable sound. Link watches as his feathers seem to shiver in intervals and puts the glass down to sign.
‘sick’ ‘?’
“No,” Revali grunts sharply, clumsily waving a dismissive wing at him before pressing his wingtips to the bridge of his beak.
Ignoring him, Link kneels down to drag the chamber pot out from under the bed – and he’s glad he does when Revali nearly snatches it from his hands and violently heaves his guts up.
The awful sound of it turns his own stomach dangerously and he practically lunges for the potted plant in the corner as bile rises up his throat, spewing into the soil miserably. As unpleasant a the experience is, at least he feels less horrendous once it’s done.
“I am never drinking again,” Revali mutters, forehead pressed against the ceramic edge of the pot in his lap as he drapes his wing over his face. “Urbosa poisoned me.”
Link snorts as he pours another glass of water to rinse his mouth out with, spitting into the soiled plant pot and running a hand back through his sweaty hair. Hylia, what time was it? Nobody had come searching for him yet so the Princess must not yet be awake. Hopefully he has a little time to eat something and work off the hangover.
When he turns around, Revali is nursing the water groggily. He seems to crack open his eyes to glance at Link before glancing out of the window instead, feathers around his neck ruffling in a telling way as his crest lowers. “I take if you’re going to mock me for my interests in you now that you’re sober,” he mutters slowly, eyes narrowed sharply despite his refusal to look at him, “If you’re going to tell everyone, just know I shall resolutely deny everything and then make your life a living hell.”
With a blink, Link raises his brows, staring at the Rito silently until the man side eye’s him so that he can sign.
‘Like’ ‘You’ ‘Too’
When Revali has the decency to look a little ashamed, feathers flattening as he puts down his empty glass and crosses his wings, he quietly signs again.
‘ ‘Kiss’ ‘?’
Clearing his throat, Revali shifts his sick bowl onto the ground and starts trying to preen his feathers back into some order. “…If you really do feel that way and you’re not mocking me, then brush your teeth first. I don’t want your disgusting vomit breath near me.”
A smile twitches onto Link’s lips as he raises a brow, shaking his head fondly before shuffling out of the room to find a water basin.
Brushing his teeth, brushing the worst knots from his hair, and splashing some cold water on his face to try to ease away the hangover grogginess takes longer than it should do with clumsy hands. Link can only ponder how poor Daruk is doing having drunk as much as the Goron had.
Someone at the inn’s cooking pot is making some sort of corn bread which smells amazing. It didn’t seem like Revali would be up for any food, but as soon as the pot is free he shuffles over to cook some simple broth, enough for two people just in case.
Link returns with two steaming bowls, wandering in to see Revali perched on the edge of the bed looking significantly more put together than earlier. His feathers are freshly preened and his braids neatly re-done, and he seems to be polishing his beak with a cloth and some paste – ah that explains the mint. He’s not sure he’s ever really paid attention to Rito grooming habits.
Revali side eye’s him as he places the bowl down on the nightstand next to him, folding his little beak cloth with a thoughtful frown before glancing at the doorway. “Soup for breakfast? You call this food?”
Rolling his eyes, Link snorts and moves to perch next to him on the bed, lifting his own bowl to his lips to drink from. Why is he so charmed by this ungrateful dick? Something about his eternally pissy attitude just puts him at ease in a way he finds it hard to explain.
After a few moments, the Rito clears his throat quietly to command his attention, lifting his beak to try to create some sort of confident presence. “Since you decided to terminate our activities early last night, I have decided to mercifully give you the opportunity to redeem yourself by trying again this morning,” he huffs, quite obviously avoiding eye contact. “I shall even offer you the good graces of not telling anyone about your apprehension.”
Link raises a brow at him, shifting his hand to his hip.
Fine – clearly he was a little sensitive about this. He could let the Rito have this if he needed it.
‘Now’ ‘?’
Revali’s feathers fluff slightly around his neck. “If you want to, of course,” he grunts, throwing up a wing in a dismissive gesture, “though if you don’t then you’re missing out. An unbelievable amount of people would pay any price for the honour of bedding someone as renowned as I.”
Much as it was a refreshing change to see a hint of the Rito’s more vulnerable side in the dead of night, his narcissistic confidence is frustratingly attractive.
Pulling his feet up onto the bed and crossing his legs, Link shoves his half-drunk bowl of soup aside and lifts both hands to sign.
‘Bad Word’ ‘Good Word’ ‘Stop Word’
Revali seems to squint at him curiously for a few moments as if trying to figure out the words and their meaning, brows furrowing. After a few moments he clicks his tongue against his beak, glancing to the side with a dismissive sound. “…Fine. If it will make you feel better,” he grumbles, “I’ll use good, bad and stop, and you can use a thumbs up or down for good or bad, and pinch me if you need to stop. Acceptable?”
‘Stop’ ‘Okay’
All Link can think about is how cute it is when the Rito’s fluffing feathers betray his embarrassment. Revali clears his throat quietly, rolling his eyes for show. “Yes, yes. It’s always okay to stop.”
The familiar words make his lips twitch into a smile.
‘Promise’ ‘?’
Revali shoots him a dangerous look, snapping his beak a little. “Fine I promise, now will you hurry up and kiss me already? I’m growing impatient.”
Well – how can he refuse a request like that?
Lifting his hands to grab both sides of Revali’s beak he pulls the man’s head down to his height, pressing his lips atop his beak and fighting a grin at the way the Rito’s neck feathers fluff out, clearly pleased. There’s something satisfying about digging his fingers into the downy feathers around the Rito’s cheeks, scratching at his neck a little like ruffling a soft animal. Revali doesn’t seem to mind either, the Rito humming a satisfied sound and closing his eyes, nudging himself forward to press his forehead to Link’s affectionately.
Warm wings wrap around his narrow waist almost like a blanket. Whenever he’d allowed himself to privately fantasize about this situation, he’d always imagined Revali dominatingly fucking his brains out while likely insulting him the entire time. That in itself was…probably something he should unpack.
However there was something just as exciting in a different way about the concept of getting to figure out what the man was into and how to pleasure him, the experimentation of exploring the Rito form and figuring out how to undo the arrogant man and bring him to his knees.
Link drops a hand around the Rito’s back to tug at his shirt, pausing when Revali shifts to quickly nip his ear with his beak. “I… want to keep my shirt on.”
Alright – he couldn’t pretend he really understood but it didn’t really make any difference so long as he had access to the lower areas. Whatever made him feel more secure. Instead he quickly shifts back to tug his own tunic over his head, tossing it to the side easily. He feels his face heat up a little at the way the Rito stares admiringly at his bare torso underneath.
“Hm, you’re not badly built for a Hylian,” the arrogant prick mutters appraisingly, shifting his beak back against his neck as if to demand more kisses. “A little soft around the thighs and your shoulders could use some work though. I suppose I’ll have to show you some better training techniques.”
Link hums thoughtfully, rolling his eyes a little as he lifts his hands to gesture.
‘Top’ ‘Bottom’ ‘?’
The crude nature of the question seems to ruffle the Rito’s feathers a little and Revali narrows his eyes. “I’ll be on top thank you, I wouldn’t trust you to lead yourself out of a paper bag. Lay down.”
Snorting quietly, Link decides not to ask where the prick gets his confidence from. Instead he obediently nods and shuffles onto his back, already feeling his dick start to titch eagerly as the Rito shifts to straddle him again. Revali glances down at his blue underwear with sharp, thoughtful eyes before moving a wingtip to tug down the waistband.
“I’m unfamiliar with Hylian genitalia. How do you switch this into activity mode?”
There is no fathomable way for Link to hold himself together at that question. Revali is nearly shaken off of him with the force of his wheezing laughter, shooting him the most dangerous possible glare. “What?!”
It’s difficult to even lift his shaking fingers to sign while he’s giggling so much. ‘phrasing’.
“Well what would you refer to it as? I saw it change shape, unless that was a drunken delusion,” Revali snips curtly, brows furrowed as he releases the elastic of his underwear and looks smug when Link yelps. “How do I turn it on?”
Face flushed, though he’s unsure if it’s from the giggling fit or arousal, Link sloppily signs again. ‘Touch’ ‘gentle’ before releasing his semi-hard dick from his underwear and demonstrating fiddling with it playfully with his fingers. It feels almost crass to touch himself while the Rito watches in moderate fascination as if he’s teaching a class.
“Strange little thing, I’m unsure how you’d fit an egg out of it,” Revali mutters as he shuffles his large wingtips down to take Link’s cock, only really able to grasp it with two of them gently. The words seem more confused than insult, but he dutifully starts copying the movements, and Link feels a dampness underneath the Rito as he seems to watch in fascination as his dick slowly becomes hard.
‘Touch’ ‘You’ ‘?’
“Tch, We’d be hard pressed to complete this task if you didn’t,” Revali snarks quietly, shuffling his legs open a little awkwardly as he attempts to shift into a position Link can reach without stopping his own ministrations. “Though I expect we’ll be hard pressed to complete this task anyway given your level of skills.”
Truly – Link really does need to unpack why being lambasted only makes him feel hornier.
Sliding a hand down the Rito’s red tunic slowly, Link tucks his fingers beneath it to bury them into downy cream feathers. It doesn’t take long to find the warm, sticky slit. His eyes fix on Revali’s expression as he tentatively slips two fingers to trace the puffy shape, and he relaxes slightly when the Rito doesn’t flinch or appear uncomfortable. His beak seems to clack slightly as his piercing green eyes search for somewhere to look, and Link lifts his head to place a kiss on his beak to ease his nerves.
Lowering his own head, Revali moves his beak to gently nibble at the sensitive skin of Link’s shoulder and neck once more, eyes closing. His warm wingtips are surprisingly deft for their large size, skilfully jerking the swollen skin of his eager dick in neatly timed intervals. Perhaps it was reminiscent somehow of the intricate little movements of stringing a bow.
Slowly, Link finds the inner lip of the man’s cloaca, running his finger along the inside before slipping it in to explore the space. It’s hot and wet, less tight than a butthole, but seems to be almost ridged on the inside, it almost fascinates him a little. He glances at Revali pointedly, pausing until the Rito’s eyes flicker open to regard his questioning glance.
“…Good. Continue,” Revali mutters after a thoughtful moment, breath hot against his neck, “The top lip is sensitive to your ministrations, but I believe there is a pleasure point a little deeper inside.”
The Rito’s eye remains sharply on him and it takes him a moment to realise why. Lips tugging into a grin, Link holds his thumb up, gesturing swiftly. ‘Faster’.
Revali nods, speeding his ministrations in minor increments.
Pushing two fingers a little deeper, Link explores the man’s slick hole, pressing as far in as he can until his knuckles are pressed against damp feathers. His fingertips find something soft and when they brush against it, he feels the warm body above him jolt.
Revali’s breath catches as Link pulls his fingers out a little too quickly, eyes widening as he shoots a glare down. “No- do that again- I think that was…good,” he fumbles a little, feathers starting to fluff up.
It strikes Link just how adorable the asshole looks when he’s flustered, feathers making him appear almost twice his size. Gently he pushes his fingers back inside of the man, sinking deep until he finds the sweet spot once again and grinning smugly when his fingers make contact and the Rito lets out a funny little sound of surprised pleasure.
Lifting his head he presses a soft kiss to the fluffy feathers at the man’s neck, feeling the fire in his lower belly burn when Revali tilts his beak up to give him better access. Every time his fingers rub against that warm little bump, he feels the man’s breath catch and his thighs tense, and a smug smile twitched at his lips. Oh- he was not going to last for long.
Revali’s hips lower slightly to start eagerly grinding against his hand, the feathers to damp with slick that they almost don’t register as feathers to Link’s mind anymore. The Rito’s eyes close as he grits his beak tight, talons starting to dig into the bedsheets for something to ground himself with. Hylia, he was going to give the man his first orgasm, something about that nearly drives Link wild.
A strange noise escapes Revali’s throat that sounds almost like the coo of a pigeon, and it makes the Rito’s feathers stand awkwardly on end as if he wasn’t expecting it and was mortified by it. A laugh threatens to escape Link’s throat simply over how adorable it is but he holds it back, not wanting to embarrass the poor man any more. Instead he pretends not to hear it and buries his face in the man’s neck feathers to place more little kisses.
He watches as with each slide of his fingers into the man’s cloaca, Revali’s eyes grow more and more glazed over. Little coos escape him every now and then as he grinds excitedly into Link’s hand, talons knotting into the bedsheets and his breath coming in shorter and shorter puffs. His lower abdomen quivers and his eyes flutter closed, senses starting to leave him.
Revali is fucking gorgeous. There’s something so serine about his sweaty face, beak slightly parted as he tilts it to the sky, wings shivering a little around his cock. Hylia, he’s overcome with a strange feeling of adoration.
“Faster- do what you’re doing faster-“ Revali whimpers – really whimpers. Goddess, the sound of it nearly sends Link over the edge and he has to tense his muscles to keep himself steady. “Something is happening.”
Link does as asked, shoving his fingers against the pleasure point in swift, gentle rubs. His wrist is starting to quiver from the effort, but there’s so much slick that he’s sure if he pulled his fingers out he’d be utterly coated in it.
“More- harder-“ the Rito gasps needily, pressing his forehead into the crook of Link’s neck as he grinds frantically, looking almost in a daze. Little tears are welling in the corners of his eyes but he doesn’t seem in the slightest distressed. “Can’t you go any fucking faster?! I can’t-“
Revali stops pumping his dick, wingtips shaking so hard he doesn’t even seem to realise, but Link couldn’t care less. If anything it’s a blessing because he’s unsure how much more of this he can take without losing himself. For all the soldier’s he’s fucked in the past to kill time on a cold night, no-one has ever had him feeling this unravelled.
An utterly debauched thought comes over him suddenly and he slips his fingers out of the Rito with a mischievous grin. There’s something so cute about the way Revali groans and squeezes his thighs tightly, missing the contact already. “What are you d-“
He shuffles himself down Revali’s body, keeping eye contact with the man until he’s burying his nose in sticky feathers, poking his tongue through his lips to trace the wet feathers around his slit. His own dick feels like it pulses with need as the Rito shivers wordlessly, talons curling with a gasp.
He tastes a little tinny, oddly almost sweet. Link’s tongue works slowly and decisively, pressing inside the quivering slit as far as he can stretch it, parting his lips to get more reach.
The wail Revali lets out when he finds that sweet spot again is almost feral, his slender back arching as he shakily grinds himself against Link’s lips. Tears start to leave wet little tracks down the Rito’s feathered cheeks, and unintelligible sounds of need escape his throat. When a large wing seems to instinctively move to dig his wingtips into Link’s hair to hold him in place, tugging gently, he nearly comes on the spot.
Then he hears it, the growing little gasps escaping Revali’s throat, desperate and frantic, feathered thighs shiver and tense around his face. He’s about to loose it. Link twirls his tongue around that quivering pleasure point once more, then feels the muscles tense around his tongue as the Rito lets out a broken cry, arching his back so hard that he’s nearly smothered by feathers for a second beneath him.
Dick or not, apparently Rito still ejaculate, because the wave of liquid that flows out of him in forceful intervals nearly suffocates Link as it shoots up his nose and into his mouth, and he has to force himself back to cough and choke a little to clear his airways. Revali doesn’t seem to notice, eyes glazed over as he digs his free wingtips into the bedsheets, scratching his talons frantically through the waves of pleasure wracking his body.
Goddess, it’s unbearable. Link’s hand instinctively moves to start pumping his own dick frantically as he shoves his lips back against the man’s sticky cloaca, licking and sucking the sensitive skin as the Rito squirms and wails.
It barely takes any time at all before he feels himself reach a climax, hot ribbons bursting out of him across the Rito’s red shirt. As he gasps, he’s sure he sees stars for a moment. Revali must enjoy the sound because suddenly he lets out a wet, sobbing sound as he comes again – and again. Honnestly it’s impressive the amount of fluid that squirts out of the man’s trembling cloaca. This time he manages to avoid choking on it, half because Revali nearly forces himself off of him with his large wing as he heaves for desperate, overstimulated breaths.
Link flops onto his back, gasping deep breaths as he lets his eyes close for a second as his frazzled nerves start to calm. When he finally opens his eyes again, he’s met with the beautiful sight of the ruffled Rito, feathers in disarray as he slumps against the back of the bed with a dazed look, still shivering with after waves of pleasure. His face feathers are streaked with tears and his tailfeathers are quivering.
He's gorgeous. Oddly vulnerable and soft, completely undone.
It strikes Link in that moment suddenly and starkly, that he might be slightly in love.
As he comes down from the intense high, the hangover tiredness settles back into Links bones. Hylia, as he looks around he realises they’ve spilt the broth soup on the night stand and it’s all over the floor. Alongside the absurd amount of stickiness staining the mattress he’s pretty sure Revali might have peed himself a little bit from coming too hard, he’s definitely going to have to apologise profusely to the innkeeper and probably pay for the bed to be cleaned. They’re probably both going to need to take a bath, which will mean doing a walk of shame to the inn reception looking like this to request a tub and some water to wash up with.
‘Okay’ ‘?’ He signs sluggishly, watching Revali regain some senses as he seems to watch Link through slightly unfocused eyes.
Revali lets out a vaguely positive sounding, incoherent murmur, looking as if the exhaustion starts to hit him just as hard when he lifts his wing sluggishly to wipe tears from his damp cheeks. “…was….acceptable…” he manages out a little breathlessly.
The more the he seems to come down from the high, the more the Rito seems to slump, something about his face and demeanour dropping as if a little dejected. It’s a familiar sight, he’s had moments where he’s felt the same after an orgasm before where he’s suddenly been hit with a wave of vulnerability and emotion. Revali is far too proud to admit to such a thing, so Link just opens his arms.
Apparently it’s the correct course of action, because the Rito after only a moment of hesitation shuffles to lay his weight back atop him, burying his beak into Link’s shoulder and letting out a deep breath as Link wraps his arms around him. If he sniffs quietly – Link pretends he doesn’t hear anything.
He’s honestly pretty content to lay like this for the rest of the morning, perhaps even to doze off again beneath the warmth of the Rito and sleep off the rest of his hangover. Revali seems to sink into his hold as if they belong locked together, silently preening his messy hair with his beak after a while – it’s oddly comforting.
“Did you two share a room? It is so lovely to see you getting along.”
Link nearly has a heart attack at the sound of Mipha’ voice, eyes widening in distinct panic. He feels Revali stop breathing entirely atop him, motionless as a rock.
The Zora Princess steps into the room with that ever-gentle smile on her face, picking up the upturned soup bowl on the floor to right it as if nothing is amiss. “Goodness, it’s a mess in here. I do hope you didn’t start a fight last night,” she hums thoughtfully, “Zelda asked me to come and find you and let you know we are soon to be ready to depart.”
Did she…really not know what was going on?
He girls innocent gaze seems so oblivious as she smiles at him like he’s simply curled up next to an old friend. After a panicked moment he awkwardly lifts one of his hands from around Revali’s motionless form to sign.
‘Okay.’ ‘Thank-you.’
“Would you like any help packing for the journey or preparing for the day? I am happy to use my healing to assist with any hangover symptoms you may be experiencing?”
“Nothankyouwe’refinejustleave!” Revali snips suddenly, voice at least an octave higher than usual, staring resolutely at the headboard to avoid looking at her. “We’llmeetyousoon!”
Mipha looks perhaps a little confused, but nods politely regardless. “Well alright,” she coos softly, “try to be nice to eachother while getting ready, okay?”
Link just thumbs up her, hoping his face doesn’t look as red as it feels. Surely there was no way she was oblivious. The room even smelled like sex. He still had bodily fluids dripping down his chin.
Regardless, Mipha seems to just smile sweetly before slipping back out with a wave, not another word said. The two of them just stay silent and still in bed for several long moments before even daring to move.
“…I’m…unsure that it would go down well if people were to find out the great hero that seals the darkness and the unstoppable Rito champion of the skies were....doing such debauched activities with one another,” Revali mutters very quietly into Link’s shoulder, “…Rito Village isn’t the most…accepting place for relations such as ours.”
He’s got a point. Even with the rampant sexual ongoings in the Hylian army, actual relations between two men were scarcely talked about and not usually only done so in a negative light. Not to mention the fact it was very much expected of him to some day marry a Princess.
The very thought suddenly fills him with an odd dread it hadn’t previously. It seems almost painful now to have tasted something so raw and incredible and to think of never being able to experience it again.
“I…really rather like you.” The words from Revali’s beak are oddly gentle and make a warm feeling bloom in his chest. “…I want to do this again. We shall…need to be discrete, but I want to…be with you. Useless as you are. Hylia knows why.”
Despite the familiar insults lightening the mood, Link feels his heart melt from the sentiment, reaching his neck up to kiss the side of the Rito’s beak in response, enjoying the way his feathers ruffle softly.
“Ugh- not before you’ve had a bath, though. You’re sticky.”
Link can agree on that caveat.