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Romevi's wings caught the air currents around the cliffs easily, the rising air cupping under his wings and lofting him higher and higher. Even on a cool night like tonight, the warmed air from Lake Totori below Rito Village still provided excellent thermals that anyone could lazily catch if they knew what they were feeling for.

His dusty brown wings beat the open air as he lazily veered and drifted, his mind unfocused as he contemplated... nothing. His mind was empty save for the need to soar, to get out and just feel the wind under his wings again. His flight pattern wheeled lazily in a large spiral, soon the lake's thermals were no longer under him as he looked down from above.

The stables were below him, visiting Hylians talking with the man at the counter to board their horses for the night and themselves. It was nice to see the wagons and traders coming this way again, Romevi lazily found himself thinking. His carpentry craft was in demand, he might have to entertain some guests tomorrow for his wares and the intricate carvings.

Perhaps he'd even have to leave the village for a while to build some new houses, Rito architecture was made to withstand the wind and the plains near Hyrule Castle got notoriously windy. It was nice to think about, at any rate. The wind ruffled his feathers as the chill of night slowly crept up on him, making him shiver slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. A dim little fire crackling away on a cliff, his mind searching for the area in his memory. Tama Pond. Only the truly adventurous or another Rito could get up there, the Rito's arc through the sky already subtly shifting until he was headed towards it.

***

Pull cast his rod out again with a quiet sigh, watching the hook lazily list through the air before it plunked with a soft 'splish' right into the water of Tama Pond. His other hand curled into a fist rested under his chin, thumb trailing along the edge of his slender beak. He'd had... moderate success today, though it seemed the fish were resolute in their unwillingness to take the bait from his hook. Only two lean braces sat beside the fire to smoke and he was unlikely to get another at this rate.

He sighed as he hauled the line in again, the hook gleaming silver in the rising moonlight and yet despite being bared of its bait it was empty. The soft rustle of wings roused him as he looked up, catching the red-feathered chest of a fellow Rito before they were landing nearby.

"Romevi?" Pull's voice lilted through the night, surprised at the appearance of one of his friends. The other Rito was shivering slightly, and why wouldn't he? It was mid-autumn and here the fool was without a tunic on. Pull stood and immediately guided Romevi over towards the fire, the larger Rito extending his arms towards the heat with a satisfied groan.

"Heya, Pull. Didn't expect to see you out here." Romevi's yellow beak pointed its black tip towards the charring fish near the fire he was warming by. "This your catch for the day? Didn't expect to see another soul up in the cliffs, let alone to find you fishing while it's turning dark out." His voice croaked with a laugh, the rough and masculine tone carrying over the pond and echoing off of the far cliffside.

"If you can even call it a catch." Pull lamented, but didn't argue the point. Instead he dug around in his pack and pulled out a blanket from within, draping the warm fleece over Romevi's dusty brown shoulders, helping him tuck it around his chest so he could properly warm himself up. "A late night flight, then?" The slimmer Rito watched Romevi's dark eyes before his head tipped in a nod.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep, either I'm too exhausted from the day or I'm too eager for tomorrow." He shifted his talons against the dirt, feeling the warm grass beneath as he finally felt warm enough to lean away from the crackling blaze. "I saw merchants down at the stables, I might get lucky and have some commission work." The edges of Romevi's beak curled up, golden eyes looking towards Pull.

"That's good! Be glad to get some business through the village. See more than just the usual faces, at least."

"That and open up trade further with the rest of the kingdom. It's been long past time we got back to rebuilding those old trade routes."

"Aye, I could stand to buy a fishing spear, it might make it a bit easier instead of waiting for the fish to bite. But..." Pull gestured to the water and the peaceful glow of the moon off the rocks with a wing. "It's peaceful out here."

"That it is... do you have a spare pole? I wouldn't mind fishing with you for a little while." Romevi smiled.

"Ah, I don't. Wouldn't have thought I'd need another," Pull laughed quietly, even as he grabbed his pole from nearby and handed it off to the carpenter. "Still, I don't mind. I've had no luck, maybe you'll have better."

***

Romevi pulled the line in, a wiggling and fresh Hyrule Bass chomping vigorously on the hook even as it was hauled out of the water and onto dry land. It gaped and flopped limply as he pulled the hook from within its jaw and looped it up in twine alongside another, setting both by the fire now. He'd at least added another two braces to the collection as the moon crawled along towards its midnight apex, both of them now joining the others in smoking by the dim fire.

"Haha! Another one!" Romevi crowed, even as he baited and cast the hook out again, ready to try for another brace to put on the pile. He'd dropped the blanket down around his waist, now, the steeped fire was doing more than enough to keep him warm even despite the cold. His bared red and brown plumage fluttered with every breeze, his fingers looped carefully around the pole to make sure he didn't miss a single bob of the hook.

Pull found his gaze following the man more than the rod, dark eyes amid white plumage as he took the sight in. He didn't feel the cold either, but his was for a different reason as the question loomed in his throat. "How come we're not wed, yet? We're both past thirty summers, I think you'd have had no end of suitors wanting you. You could build them a lovely nest, easily, plus you'd be a strong provider."

Romevi's golden hues cast over questioningly at Pull after that question, brow furrowing as he tugged experimentally at the line. "I suppose... I never thought of it. I could ask you the same thing." The Rito chuckled, even as he shifted his weight to lean a little more forward and balanced the pole up between his feet. "You're a clever guy, witty by half more than me, and don't say you couldn't provide the same security."

"I suppose..." Pull paused, tongue suddenly feeling weighty in his mouth. It rolled around the inside of his cream-colored beak as he considered. What was the harm? They knew each other at this point. "I suppose it's because I've found my eye drifting more towards..." He gestured vaguely, questing with his hands for the right way to say it.

"Men, right?" Romevi had pulled the line back in, bait still fresh on the hook. He set the pole down and twisted his body towards Pull who looked abashed. "No shame in that, I think. Makes sense, I've always seen you sequestering yourself away from everyone, never making a move towards anyone." The taller Rito looked aside towards the fire. "Maybe that's why I've put myself more into my work than actually looking for someone too. I don't know, I didn't actually ever think about it."

Pull swallowed, his freckled black and white throat bobbing slightly. Why did his throat feel so dry all of a sudden? He pulled his water flask from his pack and took a long swig, considering the words in his mind. Even before he'd had the cap back on, he felt his beak moving and the words spilling out of his beak. "I've always wondered what it'd be like if I could have you." He froze, his head feeling dizzy in the moment. Panic fluttered into his chest as he heard what he'd just said.

"Really?" The question was softly spoken, Romevi's wings gently urging the water flask down and those hands to come into his own. They were warm, Pull's head dimly echoed, his fingers clasping around those stronger ones. "Well... far be it from me to question your taste."

The humor was well-timed and rewarded with a trilling laugh from Pull's slim beak, shaking his head as Romevi began to guffaw in earnest as well. Both of them sat there, cross-legged and holding each other's wings and just laughing in the spirit of the joke. It took a minute for them both to get the belly laughs out but they were soon sitting again, staring into one another's eyes.

Romevi moved first, pressing his beak alongside Pull's with a soft nudge and giving a little nibble of his soft cheek feathers. Pull reciprocated automatically, letting his body move on its own as he climbed to his knees, then lifted his wings and pressed them against Romevi's chest. He felt the soft, red feathers under his dull golden wings, but the tight muscle underneath was what he was more focused on.

Pull felt the strong, steady heartbeat underneath the man's breast as he stroked and explored, tendering maneuvering his wings to explore his body. He'd admired it from afar for so long, his head tucking against Romevi's neck. He could still smell a day's work on him, the light tang of salty sweat present amid the earthy musk. His tongue slid out and dragged along a shoulder, a groan rewarding him as Romevi's wings grasped at Pull's tunic.

The golden Rito let himself be denuded, the clasps coming undone under his wings before the garment pulled off and over his head. Bare chest to bare chest, slim to strong, the pair of them sat there for a long moment and just gazed at one another. Romevi smiled and tucked a wing under Pull's chin and clicked their beak tips together. "I want you to..." It was Romevi's turn to stumble on the words, feeling them awkward in his craw but he pushed himself through it. "I want you to be the one to deflower me."

Pull felt such a thrill in his breast as Romevi pulled away from him now, turning and stripping himself of his clothes to expose that rump beneath brown tailfeathers. He even took some pleasure in noting that the red hue of his chest carried all the way down between his legs but stopped as a thin V that followed through into the crease of those cheeks. Pull's wings were on those twin hemispheres before he could think, prying them apart with his thumbs before he nudged his beak between.

Here the scent was strong, and yet it seemed clean. Likely Romevi had taken a hot bath but hadn't bothered with soaps today, simply cleansing himself. Thoughts that turned into distractions that soon bled away as Pull's tongue slid along that warm, pink pucker between and left a thin trail of saliva.

Romevi grunted, his upper body supporting itself on his forearms, wings balled up into fists as he hunched and groaned. His legs spread out as that tongue kept painting trails between his cheeks, some of them cheekily going lower than his taint and slathering up the curve of his balls before coming back up to his hole. It was erotic, this tongue preparing him for what he'd asked for. His shaft drooled heavily into the dirt, making a tiny puddle of mud beneath him as those streamers hung for what seemed like an eternity before they'd break and a new one formed in its place.

Pull hungrily licked at that backdoor, feeling his own erection straining the inside of his pants as he lashed out again and again. He tried worming his tongue into that pucker every once in a while but found it resolutely closed to his actions. There had to be something more he could- he had it. He pulled his slim beak away from those dark-feathered cheeks, instead using his tongue on one of his fingers to slather it up.

Experimentally, he prodded the gold-feathered digit against that backdoor now that it was saliva-slick and felt the first give that he needed. Pull smiled cheerily as he worked that finger slowly into that tight passage, feeling it quake and squeeze around him desperately as Romevi's back arched. Pull crooned as he saw those back muscles flex, even beneath the feathers, each time as he inserted and withdrew that digit. "That's it... just getting you ready..." The sight of him was amazing, Pull thought. The way that strong body shuddered and twitched each time he pleased it, or the way that Romevi always seemed to try to keep one yellow eye open in spite of himself.

It only took a few moments of fingering before Pull felt that Romevi was ready, withdrawing the digit for the last time with a soft sight as that hole stayed open for just a brief second before sealing again. The slim Rito stood for just a moment, long enough to pull his pants down and off of his body to reveal his own erection. Shining pale pink in the moonlight, precum dribbling lazily from the tip, he soon was knelt back between those thighs.

"Let me know if it's too much." Pull whispered, his body coming to rest atop Romevi's back, wings down to either side to take some of the weight off as he lined himself up. He could feel Romevi's talons shivering already as he prodded that tight pucker with his shaft, the foreskin peeled back from the tip to reveal the vague mushroom-headed shape.

His hips flexed as he pushed inward, beak gritting as he felt that it wasn't giving way like it had with his finger but he kept urging himself in. Romevi gasped beneath him, the strong Rito's wing coming to cover his beak as he such lovely moans and gasps with each struggling attempt. "P-Pull...!" The husky voice broke into a gasp when the shaft breached inward, sinking a solid few inches within before Pull had the capacity to stop.

It was warm, it was tight, just as he'd imagined his first penetration to be. That it was with another man meant nothing to him now. He could feel all the little ripples around his shaft, trying at times to pull him in or push him out, but it still resulted in that squeeze. Pull propped his slender beak besides Romevi's head, nudging against his cheek as he cooed soft praise for him. "That's it... I've got you, Ro... just stay still. Don't move too much and try to relax..."

Romevi nodded quickly, dark beak bobbing against his red breast with how deep he nodded, looking over his shoulder at Pull's face. The man was gorgeous, now, feeling that slim body against his back and slowly entering him... he felt a thrill rise up his gullet. Love. He was in love. Not some sappy, whimsical notion of it, but a deep want to protect everything about him. His hips pushed back as his voice croaked huskily. "Breed me... claim me, Pull. I'm all yours!"

For his part, Pull obliged. His hips sunk in, further and further until he felt his hips come right up against his ass before he reeled back again. Just a moment later he was plunging back in, the soft 'clap' of ass flesh against hip resounded out across the water. And again. A soft, steady rhythm that echoed out across the water, the dim echo of Hebra Plunge nearby nothing compared to their own personal paradise.

Neither had prepared for this, their worlds getting shattered and remolded only to be shattered again in instants. Where the fire had kept their bodies warm, this was now igniting their spirits, their very innermost selves. They fumbled with the first position change, Romevi's arms no longer able to keep him upright and Pull wasn't going to try to do so for him. Now Romevi was on his back in the dirt, legs cast about those white and black speckled hips as those soft claps echoed again and again.

Pull's hand went down between Romevi's legs, brushing along the rouge plumage down there before he wrapped his fingers comfortingly around the shaft. That pale pink member fit snugly in his palm, the tip extending a bit past his thumb before slipping back down against his palm. Every thrust made that shaft bob up and down between the bird's fingers, precum slicking up the feathers of his palm to make the passage easier again.

Desire for closeness, for intimacy, made Pull start pushing his hips upward, bending Romevi's legs inward until the strong Rito was bent near double upon himself, their beaks just inches apart while Pull stood shakily on his legs. Shallow, raucous thrusts made sure he stayed deep and yet that Romevi felt it each time. The two of them gasped, breaths fogging in the cold night air, each of them feeling it when Pull's tip started grazing over Romevi's prostate.

"Hhhahh... close..." Romevi's voice lolled out of his beak roughly, fighting between the gasps and moans.

"Y-yeah? Then sssay my name, Ro... tell me who's fucking you... tell me who you love!" Pull's thrusts were shaky, desperate, he could no sooner stop the impending tide than if he could stop the wind from blowing beneath a flyer's wings.

"Puuhhh.. PUhhHhh! PULL!"

"Rhhhhhhaah... Ro-ooohhhhhh!"

Their union was sealed there in that moment, stretching out beyond time. Hot, sticky strands of his own seed spattered across Romevi's breast and stained into the feathers, some errant strings of it pearling up along his beak and cheek. Pull's own was more contained, pumping deep into Romevi's bowels as he held himself there, his talons digging into the dirt to try and give himself some stability, to not collapse into his lover.

They both collapsed after a moment, Pull's shaft slipping free and spilling some of his seed into the dirt but it was already mostly where it needed to be. Romevi could feel the light heat inside of him, oozing out between his rump cheeks and soaking into that thin V of red feathers tucked between. Pull's head nudged up under Romevi's beak, the fire so warm but they both felt hotter than it. They'd keep each other warm tonight, tomorrow night, and for many. Many. Many nights after.

***

Pull and Romevi stood in front of the Rito elder the next day, staring up into his wizened and looming face. They were linked, wing in wing. After a brief discussion over a morning breakfast near the pond where they'd consummated their love, they had decided to make it official. Or at least, as official as one could be in Rito culture.

The elder smiled warmly down at them both, waving a large wing before he picked up a large bowl of water and took a drink to soothe his parched throat. "You needn't explain anything to me, young ones. I see that your love is strong and will endure. You may roost together, you may sing together, and yes, you may enjoy each other as long as you both feel comfortable doing so. You have my blessing."

Outside the small crowd cheered for them, Pull grinning as he turned to face Romevi. He clipped his own personal braid into Romevi's plumage at the same time as Romevi did the same. They'd made a charm out of a few spare feathers for each other, something that'd hang near their cheek for as long as they wanted.

And they kissed, Pull having to stand slightly on tip toe to reach the large Rito's face, but it was worth it as their tongues twined and they shamelessly let their hands explore... for a few moments before the elder coughed and reminded them of where they were.

"Shall we go... celebrate?" Pull intoned, a mischievous leer on his slim beak.

He got his answer when he was lifted up, arm fitting under his back and one under his knees as Romevi carried him. Oh yes, they'd celebrate.