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The soft pink tongue of Trunks darted over the head of Gohan’s erection, spreading the quickly formed droplets of precome. Lavender locks tickled the area surrounding what lied within a moist cavern as he swallowed the shaft within one attempt. A set of nimble fingers worked the sacks that were tightly encased in ones pants.

As Trunks continued to work magic, he worked a bit on his own cock. He fumbled blindly only for a second until he released himself. He was keeping his focus on Gohan. Teasing the head of his cock, spreading precome down the shaft. He moaned against Gohan’s shaft.

Gohan groaned, eyes blinking rapidly. Gods it was good, a little to good. Eyes opened to see he was driving in the centre of the road. He swerved back into his lane. Luckily for them this was generally an empty stretch leading to his mother’s house. Tender fingers wove themselves into Trunks locks as he tried to gain control of this situation, and to get exactly what he wanted.

Trunks wouldn’t have it. Things had to be exactly the way he wanted. After all, how else would one get what he wanted if he gave in so easily? He wrapped his tongue around the shaft, the sucking ended with a playful pop. He was being a total tease. He propped the upper half of his body on the armrest, and gave a clever, mischievous grin.

Gohan groaned, eyes opening again once the other stopped. How his lover could be a tease. This time he found himself on the other side of the road. He again swerved, narrowly avoiding the oncoming car. He took a risk and stole another glance at Trunks.

Moist lips, sultry eyes, and a body half propped on an armrest were all things done to tease. Trunks knew he was good, and a little flaunting to prove it could never heart. He tilted his head as he let out a moan. How, nonchalant he was, and how his actions screamed ‘lets fuck’.

With just that brief look at Trunks, Gohan snapped his eyes back onto the road, another swerve. He made the decision to pull over, and probably none too soon. He wasn’t all that great at concentrating when his lover was being a total tease.

They’d done this half a dozen times, and all because Trunks couldn’t keep his mouth to himself, and to the fact he had to have it the way he wanted it, when he wanted it. Not that one could complain. There was brilliance behind the tease of a purple-headed bombshell. They’d learned they didn’t need to be bothered with opening the door, or making it to the back seat. Just lean the seat back, and lifted up the armrest. There was plenty of room, probably even too much. Their bodies tangled together, lips melting as they undressed what was necessary to get to what they wanted.

Gohan rolled in the seat, twisting himself up against the cradle of Trunks form. The sweaty flesh from lack of AC and rolled up windows made him groan. The pressure that was building was overwhelming. He managed to support himself with his legs folded, and the upper half of himself was leaned over the seat. He stuck his ass stuck out, brushing it against Trunks rock hard cock. It was his turn to be a tease. He swallowed harder than normal, as anticipation was high.

Trunks pressed his body against Gohan until they were flush. Pants between his ankles he wasn’t able to reach into his pocks for the lube. It was time for that ‘stash’. His cock brushed against Gohan’s as he leaned a little more forward to reach for the pocket behind the seat. When he heard the groan, he grinned. It was a game of tag, but not one where you’re hit, but one where you’re teased. His lips pressed against the others ear. As he quickly lubricated him up he whispered obscenities into the others ear: how hot he was, how hard he was, how dirty he was going to be.

Gohan moaned at each little innuendo. Gripping the seat a little harder than usual they both could hear it creak, and they hadn’t even started. But, that didn’t stop them, at this point nothing could. He could hardly believe this side of Trunks, and what it was causing himself to do. What a little bit of publicity could do to the both of them. It made them wild, and how he knew they both liked it.

Trunks rubbed his thumb over the head of his lovers cock. He enjoyed making him want more, need more. Finally, he gave in. He knew they both couldn’t last much more with the desire that had been built up. He rocked his hips not giving his moment to adjust; he knew he didn’t need it. His cock throbbed with anticipation as Gohan tightened himself with each well-aimed hit to the prostate. How good it felt. He breathed heavily against the others flesh.

Gohan’s head lulled forward. A string of saliva escaped his mouth as he panted. He couldn’t help himself. He wanted more, needed more. He was past the point of verbal commands; it was all up to his body to relay the message. And, judging from the one giving the pleasure he was doing everything oh so right.

Together they become one. Thankfully for them, and their symphony of boisterous moans they were alone on this stretch of road. The car continued to rock. The air so thick and heavy it fogged the glass. Neither knew exactly how right, or how perfect this moment was. All they knew is that somehow they reached completion together. Tired as they were they breathed heavily as they laid there in euphoria.

“How am I going to explain the seat?” Gohan half laughed, but didn’t have the breath to keep it up. “Don’t think she’ll go for I got into a wreck…”

“She did see your driving.” Trunk whispered drowsily into the others back.

-Fin-