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It was one of those things he really wondered about. Briefly briefly as he knocked yet another lamp off the desk (why have two lamps on one deskit just didn't make sense) and it crashed to the floor, shattered and little bright green and blue pieces of glass skittered all over the floor. Just asking for someone to come along and step on them and bleed everywhere.

As if anyone was going to be coming into this office for a long, long, long, long, loooong time.

But what he really wanted to know, as his hand reached out again, dug into something paper-like that tore under his fingers and slipped off the desk, onto the floor and look at that the phone went with it. Landed with a clang and the handset fell off the base, and the dialtone rang in the air like a dead drone. But he really wanted to know...

The hand on his hips shoved him forward, and the one on his shoulder pulled him up higher before dropping him farther onto the desk. He kept his forearm between his gut at the edge of the desk, and the other hand swiped out again and this time it was a picture frame that fell to the floor.

"Stop," came the panted, growling voice from behind him as the pounding pressure of the hardness inside of him slowed down enough that he could breath again, "Ruining. My desk."

Gohan gasped for air, looked back over his shoulder and said: "I think it's pretty much going to be ruined anyway."

"It's expensive."

"You're the richest person in the universe."

"That doesn't mean we should waste money on replacing a desk you destroy."

And this logic apparently was enough to stop all the fucking dead. Trunks looked around the desk at all the ruined things and then back, at his chair and grinned like (his father) a pervert. He pulled away from (out of) Gohan and grabbed the chair, pulled it up and sat his naked white ass on it. (The chair rolled...this could not be a good thing.) He leaned back and motioned for Gohan to come over there.

So he got himself off the desk (still wondering how he got himself ON the desk) and levitated over the chair, slid is legs through the gaps in the side between the seat and the arms and Trunks held him above his lap for a moment, leaned back in the chair (so it tipped back) and then pulled him down onto the hot erection. It pressed right back into him, sliding on the oil they found in the drawer and the chair rocked back, slid away from the desk (that was a real problem this no-stability issue raised by the chair.) He reached behind him, grabbed the desk and pulled them back up to it.

Trunks just grinned.

Gohan would have sneered at him, or said something mean to him (like: do you molest all the people that come into your office) but Trunks drove his hips up at the exact moment Gohan opened his mouth and the only sound that came out was a garbled groan of Trunks' name.

Trunks had to grab the armrests on the chair and use them as leverage to thrust his hips up and Gohan's grip on the desk is all that kept them from sliding backwards.

Trunks bit his lip as he jerked his hips upward, each thrust probing deeper into Gohan's body and his sweaty grip on the desk was starting to fail. He scrambled to hold onto it as Trunks leaned forward in the chair, grabbed him around the waist and jerked harder into him. But they rolled backward and the chair swayed.

"Fuck the desk," Trunks growled.

Gohan was shoved onto the desk again (on his back this time) and Trunks yanked him down so his hips were hanging off and really started to move. Pounding into him, Hands on his thighs holding his legs out of the way and he was moving faster than human speed. Driving every real objection out of Gohan's mind and the ability to speak was lost somewhere around the time that Gohan realized his whole body was pulsing with the beat of the thrusts. Even his heart.

He rolled his head back and grabbed the edge of the desk, just to have something to hang onto, and met every thrust into his body with a little roll of his hips, a tightening around Trunks, but his ability to focus on anything but the pressure against his prostate was failing and his mouth fell open. He pulled his legs out of Trunk's grasp, pulled them out of the way and yelled (yes, yelled) cried out in shock as Trunks fucked deeper into him and ground down against his prostate. Until he was shaking and drenched in sweat and tears were running down his face. Eyes in slits as his back arched and he was frantically trying to push himself back, get more of it faster or harder or whatever.
Saw the smirk on Trunks' face.

And didn't give a damn as long as the fucking thing kept going. But it didn't. The bastard stopped, grinned at him, and pulled him off the desk again, off the hardness inside of him and rolled him over onto his stomach before dropping him.

"You made better noises this way." And then he buried himself in Gohan's body again.

"Fuck!" he spat at the desk. Clawed at it, and Trunks was powering up behind him. Leveling his energy just below Super Saiyan so he felt harder and hotter and every thrust jerked the whole desk forward, and Gohan was more helpless now. Everything in the universe was dependent on the next deep thrust, and he rubbed his forehead against the desk, heard the pained-gaspy little noises as Trunks lost his rhythm and drove into him mindlessly.

The desk started to splinter under him.

And Trunks choked on his name (at least he was fairly certain it was his name) and pulled him back off the desk again, filling him with the hot wetness and they fell back, on the floor as the desk fell into two pieces and crashed to the ground.

Gohan whined. Felt Trunks gasping behind him and whined like a little baby because his whole body was tight and hurting, aching for just a touch of something and his erection was swollen and red and throbbing. Hot, heavy. Fingers curled around his waist and he was lifted again (ah, the benefits of being strong enough to lift a person with a pinkie finger) set back into the damn chair, and Trunks was on his knees in front of him. (Just the sight of that, of the blushing, the sweat soaked pale skin just the sight.) And he got a devious look before Trunks ducked his head down and took his erection in his mouth. All of it, down his throat.

And the armrests shattered under his hands as he drove deeper into Trunks' throat as he came. Felt the swallowing around him, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tried to make a noise but ended up with nothing but a few lame, garbled attempts.

When he could breathe again, he was looking at Trunks sitting on the floor in front of him.

"And I thought today was going to be boring like yesterday."
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Trunks: My office!
Gohan: *shrug*