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“Trunks,” Gohan breathed, one hand clenching in Trunks’s hair (beautiful lilac hair he’d chased for so long) as Trunks kissed down his neck and grabbed at his hips. “Trunks, wait.”

“No,” Trunks said, rolling their hips together. Gohan’s back arched and he gasped, the feeling of Trunks flush against him with nothing in the way enough to take his breath away. “I’ve waited so long for this,” Trunks murmured into Gohan’s neck. “I won’t wait any longer.”

“Yes, you will,” Gohan said firmly, forcing Trunks out from his neck to look him in the eyes. He took a tiny step back, not enough to really distance himself, but enough that all the sensations bombarding him were a little less distracting. “Trunks, what is this? This isn’t--this isn’t just some lay, right? You’re going back home tomorrow and I’ll stay here, at the springs, for my job, but we--can we--I don’t want this to be just a one-time deal--”

Trunks’s hands left Gohan’s hips to rest on the sides of his face. “It’s not. I promise it’s not. I--” He faltered. “I’ve loved you for a while, now, and this hot springs trip gave me the push I needed to show you how much.” His lips pressed gently to Gohan’s. “Will you make this work with me?”

“Yes,” Gohan murmured, and there was no possibility of it ever being no. His eyes slid closed and he consented to being kissed again, slow and sweet. He took a step forward, bringing them flush together again, and slowly backed Trunks towards the bed. He’d always thought your first time was supposed to be in a bed, but, well, second time was the charm.

Trunks crawled into the middle of the bed and Gohan followed, kneeling over him on all fours. “What do you like?” Gohan asked, kissing Trunks’s temple and ghosting his hands across his chest, down his arms, over his stomach to his thighs. Trunks moaned and arched into his touch. “Tell me what you like, and I’ll give it to you.” Or he’d try, anyway--Gohan’s sexual experience was just as nonexistent as Trunks’s.

“You,” Trunks said, rolling his hips up again. Gohan swallowed. It was getting hard to think. “I want you, Gohan, anything you’re willing to give me, please--”

Gohan moved away, scooting down Trunks’s body. “What--” Trunks started, but he cut himself off with a cry as Gohan slowly took him into his mouth. “Gohan--oh--” Gohan’s hands held Trunks’s hips to the mattress when he tried to buck up into his mouth. A hand grabbed his hair and Gohan moaned around his mouthful of Trunks. “Like that,” Trunks panted. “Oh, Gohan, oh--I’ve never felt so--Gohan--”

He never would’ve guessed Trunks for a loud lover, but Gohan wasn’t complaining. He wrapped a hand around himself and started stroking to the same rhythm he was sucking Trunks, and when Trunks lifted his head and saw what he was doing he screamed as he came, and Gohan swallowed as he came shortly after…

Later, lying together in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, Trunks kissed Gohan again, and Gohan smiled.

They’d make this work.