| Feeding the Flames part 4 By: Juuchan Gohan knew he had very little time to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to have to do with Trunks, so he chose to dwell on it as little as possible. Since he, at the very least, would not appreciate anyone walking in, he programmed the door to let in only Trunks, then lock completely once he'd entered. The only problem now was that he had nothing to do, so he sat on the edge of his futon, facing the door. He was going to do this even if they both regretted it later, at least then Trunks would be around to do so. His train of thought was interrupted as the door opened and Trunks' scent hit him like a blow. While his senses were still reeling, he absently heard the door click shut, got a single, clear look at Trunks standing just inside his room, looking too thin and too fragile and far too desperate, tail lashing behind him, and wondered at the changes a day caught in heat had made in him, then he moved. Trunks tackled him and they fell back against the futon, Gohan's open-mouthed surprise giving him the opportunity he needed to kiss him. Gohan didn't remember about his saliva until he was responding to the kiss, and by then it was too late and he didn't care. His hormones and instincts had fought their way out of the cage he'd forced them into, aided and abetted by all the newly- introduced chemicals flowing through his blood, and were now in full control. He growled into the kiss, rolling them so that Trunks was pressed down against the mattress and purring nicely into his mouth in response. By the time he broke for air he was firmly situated between Trunks' thighs, with the younger Saiya-jin being as helpful and accommodating as possible, the purring that poured from his throat placating and submissive as well as needy, and it only made Gohan growl louder, nipping down his neck and throat. Gohan realized, as much as he could really contemplate anything at the moment, that Trunks, having been restrained for so long, was absolutely desperate, illustrated beautifully by his responses to the slightest touch, and he was going to do something about it as soon as he possibly could. He probably would have anyway, with the scent absolutely delicious and so -damned- strong, and the taste of his mouth, and the noises he was making as he writhed.. He moved further down to his torso, Trunks' hands drifting desperately over his body, glancing off his back, shoulders and arms, then fastening in his hair to encourage Gohan to move -faster-. He chuckled, then growled deeply at the enthusiastic groan Trunks released as he first licked, then sucked and bit at his nipple, and checked to see if he could elicit the same reaction on the other, which he did. But he really should be moving more quickly than this. Trunks needed it, and with all the ways that Trunks was affecting him, he'd need it soon, too. As his tongue traced the surprisingly firm ridges along Trunks' abdomen, his hands were working his jeans open, then off, boxers at the same time. As he'd thought, his jeans must have been tight enough to be painful, and he really thought Trunks could use a little relief. Trunks moaned as Gohan's tongue swiped across the head of his cock, pausing as the taste exploded across senses already under fire from his scent, and one part of his mind absently wondered if -this- was an aphrodisiac, too. He glanced up in surprise as Trunks growled down at him, a desperately frustrated and lustful look on his face. Gohan could nearly feel Trunks' emotions as he was pushed back, and the smaller Saiya-jin ripped off his shirt. He hadn't been giving Trunks what he needed, what the heat demanded, simply teasing him more, until it was unbearable and he -had- to act. Gohan purred calmingly at Trunks, hands moving slowly down his frenzied body, tracing the muscles of his back, then down his hips with their prominent bones, and finally stroked across his ass. He relaxed into the caresses, melting against him, purring again, satisfied that he'd gotten through to Gohan. Still stroking soothingly along Trunks' side with one hand, Gohan began unfastening his jeans, and while Trunks growled again as Gohan moved from him to pull them and his underwear off, he was very enthusiastic as he returned, nude. Pushing Trunks down against the mattress again, one hand about his shoulders while the other drifted down to his ass. If this heat was something that had simply naturally, then surely there would be some natural reaction to make it easier, right? One finger teased Trunks' hole, brushing against it and making him toss his head in an absolutely pleasing way, and Gohan leaned down to take his lips as the finger pushed in, and Trunks arched up to meet him. He'd been right, Trunks was slick and ready and wanting SO badly, but he had to stretch him a bit more first.. By the time he'd gotten three fingers inside of Trunks he was bucking, desperate, and making deliciously pleading, submissive, "just fuck me NOW" noises, and Gohan couldn't stand it anymore. When he removed his fingers, Trunks whimpered almost as if he were in pain because of their loss, and Gohan was staring at his glistening fingers in fascination, then licked one out of curiosity and shuddered. It was like his saliva, only moreso, so he supposed that made it a -very- powerful aphrodisiac, but he frankly didn't -care- anymore, he just need to take Trunks NOW. Gohan pulled one of Trunks' legs over his shoulder, wrapped the other around his waist, positioned himself, and plunged in, watching Trunks' face the entire time. He'd meant to start slowly, but as soon as he was in all he could think of was how hot and tight and slick he was, and how just damned -good- it felt, the noises he was making and the scents, and he thrust in the rest of the way, turning the -very- enthusiastic noise Trunks was making into a scream of pleasure. Then he began kissing Trunks while he thrust deeply, greatly enjoying the way he was screaming into his mouth, while he himself was growling the entire time. Gohan was grateful for Trunks' extreme flexibility, the leg that was thrown across his shoulder was pressed against his own chest as Gohan leaned low over him, kissing and thrusting at the same time, one hand holding his hips in place and the other tangled in his short, silky hair, positioning his head as he wanted it. It couldn't possibly last very long, and it didn't. Gohan's mouth migrated from Trunks' lips to his neck, at the point where it joined his shoulder. Responding to instincts, hormones, the passion building between them, and every SINGLE thing Trunks was doing, he bit down. Trunks screamed and came, back arching, nails raking across Gohan's back, his tail wrapping around his thigh in an effort to hold him in place, and internal muscles clamping down on him as he finally, blessedly, lost control. Gohan thrust twice more into his thrashing body, sealed their mouths together, sharing the taste of Trunks' blood, and joined him in oblivion. They were panting, messy, and entwined as they came back to themselves afterwards, but this time there were absolutely instinctual, primal expressions on -both- faces as they joined each other again in the play of bodies.. |