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It was only a matter of time before his shame caught up with him. There he was, strolling through West Park with Goten, listening to his experiences and how he would implement his plans when his phone buzzed in his slacks.

He stopped, pulled it out and cursed. “Shit…”

He did that? He had left cuts… on the man he loved. His thumb unconsciously rubbed the screen and the prince felt conflicted. Pale fingers snatched the cell from his grip and he growled. “Goten!”

“Damn…it’s a work of art…” The younger demi loomed up at him and grinned.

“Feeling guilty for this? If you do you might want to reconsider before going home. Before you say anything, I want you to remember that Gohan is a martial artist, and that we have both broken his arm and 6 of his ribs.”

Trunks blushed. That was true… “But…”

“He looks quite proud of these marks, sending them in a text like this, almost seems like an invitation to come home. Relax, dude. I have seen humans do far worse and they are far more fragile. This kind of thing is what the contract is for. What the negotiation is for. To set limits. Boundaries. True, you shouldn’t have whipped him without asking, but you guys are bonded. Getting married. Gohan wouldn’t let you do anything he didn’t want to do…plus he is like… freakishly strong. Come on. Let’s go get the professor his coffee so you can go home and ask him to be your sex toy.”

Trunks laughed and pushed him. Goten tossed his expensive phone in the air and the two raced to the Starbucks down the street.

**

Gohan fidgeted, uncomfortable about how open their conversation was. How honest Trunks was being. It seemed strange. He had always felt they were clear with one another about what they wanted— what they envisioned for their future— until this moment he had never felt truly unnerved by their conversation.

Trunks was clearly also uncomfortable. Embarrassed for saying out loud things people never said to one another. Things like: ‘It makes me feel good to take care of you…I liked being in control when you fucked me… It makes me hard thinking about inflicting pain…”

These were of course, natural facts of life as a Saiyan. Their blood boiled at the idea of competition, dominance. Contact. Most of his teenage years were spent dealing with the consequences of these facts.

Training himself not to get aroused at memories of breaking bones, kicking enemies in the heat of battle. It was one of the reasons he simply did not masturbate if he could help it. It brought all those nights back. The nights he spent stroking himself to visions of monsters of the past. “You are serious…”

Trunks nodded, finding comfort at staring at the large fire place they never got a chance to use. He had picked out a dark granite finish, something that technically was unsafe, but he relished in the shifting marbled tones as they framed the stone black interior. It was a strong color. It somehow kept him calm. Made him feel powerful in a way that had nothing to do with money or his bloodline. “Yeah. I really liked it… loved it. I… I think you did too…”

The older saiyan blushed and his pants grew tight. “I did…”

A sigh of relief seemed unavoidable. He was so worried Gohan would cave to the distracting norms that made him feel safe. He knew more than anyone, Son Gohan wanted to be like everyone else. “I’m glad. Fuck this is really nerve racking. I love you, Gohan. I don’t want this to be weird for us… I’ll do anything you want if you give this a try with me and Goten.”

He passed over some carefully typed things he was curious about and watched with badly contained lust as the paper slid into pale hands. Thumbs skimmed down the list. His lover's breathing grew sharp. Harsh yet warm eyes elicited with a wild fire and it was almost as if the fireplace was burning orange hues against them. Trunks took that moment, and decided that no matter the judgement, he would enjoy this brief moment of intoxication.

He enjoyed paper work now. Who knew?

The scent of their shared lust mingled in the air and it was nearly unbearable. As the pages turned what became intrigue and lust quickly turned into overt saiyan dominance. It spilled from the pores of Gohan, from the vase of his neck, under his arms, between his thighs. It was the scent that weakened him on their bonding night, but this was them taking their desires into account. Not just the biology of it all. The primal urges of their ages past race. Gohan looked up at him with a frown. “I have conditions..”

“I figured you might…”

The older saiyan shuffled through the papers again and licked his lips. They were dry. He was very dangerously close to the feeling he felt when he went into heat at just the thought of some of these things. The fact that he wasn’t alone, that Trunks felt the same way, well that was fucking delicious. “This says you want to try this for 4 weeks… well after those 4 weeks I want to get married.”

Trunks growled. “Gohan…”

“No more waiting. No more Bulma, no more mom, and no more Vegeta. You want to be dominant then I want you as my dominant to stand up to them and tell them how our wedding is going to happen and when. I want to be your husband. I don’t care who’s ritual or ceremony you pick. Just pick in 4 weeks and I will let you do all of this… and fucking love it…”

The prince growled even louder, drunk on the passion between them. He frowned, mostly in attempts to contain himself, but also because Gohan drove a hard bargain. Their parents were assholes, if he picked one over the other, his ass would get chewed out for sure. It didn’t matter now. He would do anything. “Deal… Goten said we shouldn’t sign the contract while we are horny...”

Gohan began pulling off his tie and undoing buttons as the papers fell off the couch. “Fine. Let’s do it later… Prince Trunks…”

The young demi snarled and snatched his lover by his hair as he kneeled in the couch cushions. Their faces grew close and they both were shaking. Trembling with it. “Do I have permission to fuck you… right here… right now?”

Gohan was so turned on he had to grip himself through his slacks. He closed his eyes and hissed as he felt his young mate's breath over his cheek, his ear, and the side of his neck. He whispered. “I want you to have what you want…”

Trunks growled again but much lower, deeper. He slowly tilted his mate's larger, thicker frame back till their heads met the arm rest. He found himself reveling in the roles they were playing now, how Gohan resisted his desires to touch him. It was making his cock drip over his thigh. “As prince it is my right to have what I want, when I want it. I’m asking for your permission because I want you to know that you consented to be fucked hard, and that no one will save you. Now, do I… have your permission?”

Gohan gasped, hips rising off the couch at the very thought of what they were doing. Trunks hadn’t even touched him yet and he was going to cum in his pants. “You have my permission…”

Trunks purred and began unlatching his belt. “Good…safe word is Kamehouse…”

He pulled out his manhood. “Now suck my fucking dick…”

He sat up and gripped the teacher's throat as he forced the teacher’s lips over the head of his cock. Seed dribbled over pale lips as he began stroking deeply. Roughly. Using Gohan the way he always wanted but dared never to do. His mate's head met the arm rest as he filled his throat with hard saiyan cock and. He moaned as he looked into his watery eyes. “Fucking… choke on this dick… Ahhh...“

Gohan struggled under the young prince’s weight, his own sex prodding against his backside. It was so hot. Trunks was so demanding. The taste of him, how aggressively he took his pleasure, it was quickly undoing him. With a gasp he felt all his desire grow uniquely anchored on his ability to please him. He licked over his flesh. Sucked him off like he needed his cum alone to sustain him, and he was blessed with whimpers.

Callused finger massaged frantically through his hair. It was so good he was lost when his moaning mate pulled away. “T-Trunks-more-“ he tried to dip back into his lap but Trunks dropped to the floor between his legs and began tearing his pants off.

“This isn’t about what you want…” Blue eyes like that of a devil narrowed as pale skin was uncovered. Without warning his lap was filled with horny saiyan prince and viciously tight heat gripped his manhood.

The professor dropped his head back on the couch and sobbed. “Fuck!”

“Don’t you dare come…” Trunks hissed, hips rolling. Bouncing. Grinding over that large hot sex.

He dipped until he felt it punishing his basin delicious pressure and began to ride him without mercy. Moaning. Gripping his hair. Clawing down his chest. Gohan began stroking upwards and he slapped him and rode him harder. So hard it hurt in the best way.

They began to shake like a beat up car and Trunks growled. “I’m gonna come on your big… stupid... dick…”

“YES!! PLEASE…”

He dropped down quickly and liquid fire spilled around the poor teacher in waves. He let out a loud cry of pleasure and began pumping his release into his lover's convulsing body. Trunks purred as he felt his mate give over to pleasure and he stroked his red cheek and licked the scratches on his shoulder. “So beautiful. You came so hard. You like when I ride your dick like this, don’t you?”

Gohan smiled with contentment. “Yeah… its so good…”

**
The contract sat before them.

I Son Gohan, being of sound mind and body, do offer my complete submission to Prince Trunks Briefs for a period of 4 weeks.

I respect Trunks and the authority he has over me. I will serve him and do things which pleases him as outlined in negotiations lists, as doing things for him and to him pleases me. If I disobey, Trunks has the permission to punish me as he see's fit. If Prince Trunks accepts my submission, he will sign this contract as a formal agreement of accepting my submission, and will arrange our wedding sat the end of this trial period.

Submissive Servant. Dominant Master

Son Gohan Trunks Briefs



He did agree to it. He knew it, but an hour after he signed the contract, Gohan was not expecting to see Goten. His baby brother handed him a uniform, a journal, and a list of instructions. He arched a brow. “A tux?”

Goten smirked. “The agreed upon uniform when in service as listed in your contract. You are expected to wake up at 6 am every morning. Cook the prince's breakfast. After you will attend him. This includes serving drinks, hors d’ overs and house work. You are not to speak unless spoken to. Prince Trunks has graciously given you an hour break which should be spent eating and writing in your submissive journal. Do you have any questions?”

Oh he had questions, alright, but they seemed to slip his mind as Trunks walked gracefully passed him in the nude. Blue eyes glittered at him and a pink tongue licked over plump full lips. He purred loudly and Trunks turned his nose up. Goten smirked. Perhaps this would be easier than he thought…