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Gohan’s nostrils flared at the sent of the laundry. He’d smelt it a couple days now at school. Every time he smelled it his pants tightened. He felt like a feral animal that just had to ravage the animal with that scent. He couldn’t place it until that moment that it was Trunks he smelled. That it was Trunks that was driving him crazy.

Trunks looked at Gohan almost innocently as he wondered why Gohan was looking at him like he was a piece of steak. After all, they hadn’t even begun what wasn’t aloud. He gave the other a grin just before he turned around to start the second load of laundry.

Gohan couldn’t explain himself. Even if he could he didn’t want to. He pressed Trunks firmly against the washer. He’d contained himself for so long that he felt if he further did so he’d be driven insane. He brutally attacked the others flesh sucking and licking feverishly the bits that were exposed.

Trunks managed to swallow the first moan, but he knew he couldn’t contain what was to follow. He felt the others swollen cock against his own that had quickly risen to the occasion. His knuckles turned instantly white as he gripped the edge of the washer.

Gohan didn’t have time for buttons. He needed to taste, to smell, to feel the flesh of Trunks; and he needed it now. He tore open his captives shirt like he was some sort of savage. Certainly one shirt missing wouldn’t be noticed. They were washing a dozen others that he could wear home. But, that wasn’t what he was thinking about.