Android Perks
He was already naked. Goten had taken care of that problem first. Stripped him naked by ripping his clothes (ah, the endless applications of unnatural strength) and they were in matted heaps around the room. It was marring the otherwise perfectly clean room, but at this point--no one really cared.
They missed the bed--he missed the bed--and now he was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around the slim naked body, fingers in silk-soft black hair as the arms around him tightened and the hips rocked. Grinding against him. All smooth skinned and hard muscle. The mouth against his was open and hungry, driving against him with the same intensity as the hardness that was digging into his stomach. Tongue on his, his taste and his taste. Until he was dizzy from it.
Ran his hands down the straight back and pulled the body closer, felt the thighs against his side and the knees. Heard the barely utter sound, a moan or a grunt or a groan--answered it with more force, pushing back when 17 pushed against him. Fighting him for the dominance of the kiss. Felt the android rising up on his knees, fingers on his face, holding him still as his mouth was forced open wider and the tongue lapped his and his mouth, and then stabbed down into him.
17 had his mouth, but his hands moved down. Over the smooth back--perfect.
17 was perfect and to the swell of his ass. Just a moderate swell, tight muscle and smooth skin--just like the rest of him--and he kneaded the flesh. Felt the shudder that ran through his lover and concentrated on the feeling of that skin under his palms. Not on his mouth, not on the hands pushing into his shirt, shoving it away from his shoulders as desperate hands sought skin. Just the feeling of his hands on the other man.
"Enough of this," 17 said when he pulled away.
Shifted on his knees and leaned back, pulled on Goten's shirt until it ripped. Swollen lips and bright eyes, pink tongue on red lips as he looked at him. And the most interestingly lustful look in his eyes as he put his hands on Goten. Ran his fingertips through the sweat and pressed cool palms against his hot skin. Almost reverent.
"Sure," Goten agreed, lifted 17 up by his ass, got to his feet and carried him over to the bed. Dropped him on his back and crawled on top of him. Crushing him into the mattress. Watched his hair tangle against the blanket and kissed his mouth again. Just a little kiss. Dragged his hands down the hard chest, to his stomach and back up. Tracing all the lines of his body as hands curled around his pants and ripped them to pieces.
"I mean it," 17 repeated. "Enough of this."
And he pulled his legs up, spread them around Goten. Watched him with intensity that was enough to make Goten shake.
Just that look.
It wasn't a wise idea to deny a android capable of flash-frying your entire body in a moment. And he wasn't big on self-control anyway (something which seemed to constantly get him yelled at by certain other half-Saiyans that were older than him and seemed to think they had the right to tell him what to do.) He slipped his hand down, fingers against 17's entrance and then in. Felt his mouth fall open when he felt the slickness and smirked as he looked at the android.
"You're self-lubricating!"
"Thank you for announcing that," 17 said dryly. "I would never have noticed if you had not shouted it." And then he turned them over. Shoved Goten on his back and held his chest down with one hand while he moved himself into position and used his other hand to guide Goten's (now throbbing) erection into place. Licked his lips and sank down onto Goten.
Slowly. Inch by inch. Centimeter by centimeter. Slowly taking him inside the heat and grip of his body. Gasping as he sank down. Until he was seated and his head rolled back, his fists spasmed--one against his own pink-tinted thigh and the other against Goten's chest. Hard breath panting in his slim chest.
What a sight.
"You're killing me," Goten whined. Gripped the waist, wiggled so he had some leverage and jerked up into the heat and moistness of the body above him. Saw glittering half-closed eyes look at him, saw the smirk on 17's face.
"You were not doing your job," he was informed. "Now I'm in charge."
And his knees tightened against Goten's side and he grabbed his hands, pushed them back and shoved them against the bed. Pinned them down. And then he moved. Thrusting his hips against Goten. Fucking himself on him so each movement brought a grasp out of him and his muscles tightened under his skin, his body clamped down around Goten's hardness and he was whining.
Whining with every movement but he didn't slow down or stop or speed up. Just exactly the same force. Shoving the bed frame against the wall and slapping their hips together. Fingers tightening and loosening as he drove Goten into his body and in contact with whatever it was that felt so damn good. Swaying hair and bared teeth. His eyes were closed now as he gasped for breath.
Goten wriggled, fought for his freedom (passively fought) and tried to jerk up into him. To break the rhythm, to get more, feel more, drive himself higher--anything. He was sweaty everywhere, and his whole body was shaking with need. Fists fighting for their freedom and he was rolling his head back and forth.
"Uh..unn...aaaa..."
And then he arched his back, felt the limit break on his restraint and power flared around him, he growled as he shoved 17 back.
Sharp gasp. His hands on 17's now, pinning them down. His mouth on the slack mouth under him. Tasting his surprise and hearing the whine that came from the very pit of the androids waist. Drove into him sharper and harder and faster than before. Heard the wood on the bed splintering and loved the sound of it. Ran his hands down the long arms, to his shoulders, gripped him as he pounded into him, and then around his back, hugging him up against his body and pistoned his hips. Muttering with every thrust, dragging in breath through the hair that was against his face as he buried his head against 17's shoulder.
Legs around him and hands on his back. Fingernails clawing his skin. Each pinprick of pain making him work that much harder. Until he was throbbing everywhere. Tight and needy. Desperately seeking the pinnacle in the hard body under him. Felt the mouth on his skin, sucking on his sweat and threw his head back and yowled when he felt himself reach the end.
Held 17 tight against him as the android shook with his own pleasure and kissed him sloppily while they fought for their breath again. Smiling and cuddling and messy. Sweaty and sticky and stinking.
"I'm not tired yet," 17 told him.
Goten grinned. "Good."
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17: As if.
Goten: I like it.
17: As. If.
Goten: *grabs 17 and takes him off to do more unspeakable things*
