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The Prince in the Garden of Eden #2
by Catnappe
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Nice sounds echoed at the contact of the paddle against his bare behind, directing Gohan back towards the basket. He lowered the first apple into the waiting basket, not wanting to bruise it by accidentally dropping it. Trunks nodded towards Master Goten, who again spanked him with a delicious whack of the rigid, even paddle on his smarting ass. Gohan revolved swiftly, moving towards another apple.
Another crack compelled him towards a green one. His fingers felt moist from crawling in the grass which tickled and itched his bare knees. Just like before he lowered his head to delicately clench his teeth against the skin of the fruit, picking it up gingerly. Some of the wet blades of grass laved his tongue that brushed over the slightly rough surface of the apple. Though the crack of the paddle almost made him drop it, he held the apple proudly in his jaw with the delicacy of a Labrador Retriever.
One by one he collected the apples, his jaw muscles and neck aching from the fine control of the delicate soft mouth. The satisfying thump of each apple filling the basket spurred him on, imagining the touch of Trunks’ hand on the same place where he had placed his mouth to carry each fruit painstakingly. During one bob of his head upward he spotted Trunks fingers reaching into the basket for one of the apples he had just deposited.
Hoisting it to his face Trunks inhaled deeply at the sheen of Gohan’s saliva still clinging to the apple. He opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lick the spittle off before setting his white teeth to penetrate the skin. Tart juice merged with the taste of Gohan’s mouth transferred to Trunks’ sensitive palate.
Another crack compelled him towards a green one. His fingers felt moist from crawling in the grass which tickled and itched his bare knees. Just like before he lowered his head to delicately clench his teeth against the skin of the fruit, picking it up gingerly. Some of the wet blades of grass laved his tongue that brushed over the slightly rough surface of the apple. Though the crack of the paddle almost made him drop it, he held the apple proudly in his jaw with the delicacy of a Labrador Retriever.
One by one he collected the apples, his jaw muscles and neck aching from the fine control of the delicate soft mouth. The satisfying thump of each apple filling the basket spurred him on, imagining the touch of Trunks’ hand on the same place where he had placed his mouth to carry each fruit painstakingly. During one bob of his head upward he spotted Trunks fingers reaching into the basket for one of the apples he had just deposited.
Hoisting it to his face Trunks inhaled deeply at the sheen of Gohan’s saliva still clinging to the apple. He opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lick the spittle off before setting his white teeth to penetrate the skin. Tart juice merged with the taste of Gohan’s mouth transferred to Trunks’ sensitive palate.
