Their saiyan instincts had completely taken them over. The need to mate and do it quickly was their top priority, especially since it had been so long since they had last been together.
Trunks’ human side refused to let them complete the bond, and by doing so he was unknowingly killing the both of them. Slowly but surely, it was happening.
Trunks straddled Gohan on the floor, allowing the older man to sit up before tearing his shirt off until all that remained was the tie around his neck and a few ripped pieces of fabric, making the older demi pant as he kissed his chest at a needy pace.
But now, their Saiyan sides had control, brought on by the blood moon, and they had no intentions of passing it up. Because truthfully, Trunks’ saiyan half yearned and cried for his mate, and Gohan’s saiyan half did the same, night after night after night, but they were ignored by their human thoughts and human wants.
Gohans’ need to stay away and respect Trunks’ wishes, and Trunks’ need to distance himself from Gohan out of spite and fear.
Gohan tore the belt off from around Trunks’ waist, throwing it away before making short work of his own shirt.
No longer would they separate themselves from each other over human thoughts that suddenly didn’t seem so important. To hell with it all! They were mated after all, and ten years was a long time to be separated from your soulmate.