Link stuck out his tongue and gently licked the pink tip to sample the flavour. Knowing that Pit was watching longingly, he smirked and decided to go on. He licked up one of the smooth sides in one long and painfully slow stroke. Things like this were perfect for a hot summer day. He breathed on the uppermost point for a moment before his warm mouth slid down the long, firm, rod-like structure, and slid back up, sucking off the juice that had dripped down. Playfully, he scraped his teeth along the melting head, which broke off into his mouth. He savoured the taste until it was gone, then ducked his head back down to finish his Popsicle. Pit decided to walk up.

"H-hi, L-Link.." He managed to get out. His face was painted with red across his cheeks and nose. The elven boy quirked an eyebrow at him with the popsicle still in his mouth.

"Ith thew sumsthin yoo neet?" Link asked, his mouth still wrapped around the Popsicle. From his semi-low chair, he could notice a weird bulge under the other man's fashionable white robe. The Hylian smirked into his Popsicle, a light blush tainting his cheeks. He knew EXACTLY what Pit wanted, but he'd have to ask for it.

The poor angel bit his bottom lip and avoided the blond's gaze. -Palutena help me!- He silently prayed. Oh boy, did she ever! Before Pit could realize it, he screamed his hearts desire to Link.

"I NEED YOU TO SUCK ME OFF, BANG ME, ABUSE ME, HURT ME, LEAVE ME FOR DEAD IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE THEN COME FIND ME! I WANT YOU TO CUT ME AND DRINK MY BLOOD, BURN THE TIPS OF MY WINGS AND-!" He caught himself before screaming anymore. A feeling of dread washed over him as he stared at the ground. His poor legs refused to move. Link's mouth hung agape around his popsicle as he felt his bloodflow redirect straight town to Not-so-Little Link. He stood up and pulled Pit by his wrist to his green love chamber and threw him onto the bed...