| Feeding the Flames Part 19 By: Juuchan Trunks purred as he woke, arching into the feel of a hand stroking through his hair. He was lounging next to Gohan, arms thrown across him, tailed wrapped about his thigh, and head resting on his steadily moving chest. He was quite pleased; though he hadn't really managed to keep their conversation earlier under control, it had still turned out beautifully. The nap had also refreshed him. He glanced up in puzzlement as Gohan sighed. "We aren't going to be able to.. do that very often, will we?" Trunks blinked, wondering where Gohan had got such an idea. "What makes you think that?" Gohan sighed into his hair again, and one hand shifted down to rest on Trunks' abdomen. "Isn't it supposed to.. be bad for them?" Trunks grinned at that. "Actually, I don't think so. For one thing, they aren't -physically- there, so it's not as if anything we do could somehow damage them." His grin widened, and he leaned back, pulling Gohan more closely to him. "I think it may actually be -good- for them. You may have been a little too.. busy to notice, but our activities created some spare ki, which was shunted to them. That's why they haven't been draining me." Gohan's face took on an alarmed cast, and Trunks decided to address incorrect conclusion he knew his love's mind had reached. "And NO, they are not somehow influenced by our activities. Yes, they received ki and yes, they felt our emotions-- in part. But we -cannot- project physical sensations to them, and even if we could they wouldn't understand. All they pick up from us, really, is.. extreme happiness, love, and that warm, fuzzy feeling of afterglow." He grinned wickedly at Gohan. "It may actually be in their best interest for us to have sex as often as possible." His grin shifted to amusement as his lover's face shifted through various shades of red, eventually ending on `cooked lobster.' The sputtering was really quite cute, and Trunks idly wondered how long he'd still be able to get such a reaction out of Gohan. His mate's colorful embarrassment was interrupted, however, by a sudden growl which gave him a new focus. "I'll just.. um.. fix you some dinner then, okay?" Gohan took the opening for all it was worth, seeking to recover his composure. He was not yet accustomed enough to their new relationship to let Trunks know what his face wasn't the -only- place which had received a rush of blood. Trunks smirked at him from his vantage point on the bed as Gohan snagged his pants and stepped quickly from the room. He had to chuckle at the reaction; based solely on their actions, one could easily mistake Gohan for the younger of the pair! Well, at least -most- of the time, he mentally admitted. Curling back up and arranging himself amongst the blankets with care, Trunks settled in to wait for Gohan's return; he really was hungry. Swift came the realization, though, that he would not be able to return to slumber. He was, however, not about to relinquish his current, and eminently comfortable, position, so he chose to lounge there, amongst the covers scented heavily of himself, his mate, and their activities. It is then not surprising that he chose to dwell upon said activities, albeit not in the manner one might automatically assume. Rather, he was thinking on the differences between this joining and the one (well, series) during his Heat. While the Heat had been… amazingly pleasurable, there hadn't really been any gradations of feeling. It might simply have been the extremity of his situation, but all touches, no matter the strength or the locale, had produced the same response in his body. While it had been quite mind-blowing, it had all become a blur, a single mass of pleasure. More recently, though… that had been quite different. Gohan had almost driven him insane through the use of his tail alone! And the different angles he'd managed to achieve… Trunks shuddered within his nest of blankets at the remembered pleasure, which was the most telling difference. He remembered each caress and stroke precisely, not the solid blur of pleasure Heat had been. Grinning to himself, Trunks decided he liked this way better.. which was all to the good. The Heat would come about only rarely, if their information was accurate, so there was no point in growing accustomed to it. His mind fell to plotting the various techniques he'd like to try on Gohan in bed… and elsewhere. He kept himself occupied with that until Gohan returned, burdened with platters of food, quite an agenda set out in his mind for them. |