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He could sense his presence behind him. Gohan tried to keep his head down and continue with his college work, pretending he didn’t know.

Mirai wasn’t having any of that.

He suddenly grabbed the dark demi around the waist, earning a yelp in return. When Gohan twisted his head around to reprimand the pale haired Saiyan, Mirai captured his lips with his own before Gohan had time to make even a sound.

Gohan span on his stool so he was facing Trunks and let the older demi lift him slightly so their bodies were pressed together.

Once Mirai was comfortable with their position, he recaptured the soft petals of his lover, intent on taking the kiss deeper.

Gohan moaned and complied happily as Trunks’s moist tongue brushed gently along his lower lip, and then was thrust into the depths of his mouth.

Soon, breathlessly, they broke away.

“If that’s how you greet me whenever you come back, then I want you to go away more often.” Gohan smiled.

Mirai nuzzled his face in the crook of Gohan’s neck and sighed. “That’s not your whole welcome…” Gohan grinned at his love and licked his lips. He knew he was going to enjoy every bit.

He slowly led Mirai up the stairs to their bedroom, both pulling off clothing as they made their way up. The darker demi squeaked as Mirai scooped him up and carried him protectively to their bedroom.

Gohan froze as Mirai traced a familiar path down his cheek then gently over his closed eye. Kami, not again! Please, not again…he said he was over that!

Gohan closed his eyes and sighed. ‘He promised me’, he thought bitterly but Gohan loved Mirai. Mirai needed him.

And so Gohan relented. Who else could love him?

He lay there as Mirai caressed him, yet he knew the touches were meant for another. Gohan reached up and brought his prince’s lavender head down to capture his lips.

He moaned slightly and arched his body into the Trunks’s chest as the lavender haired demi brushed his hand over the hypersensitive spot of skin on his lower back. A deep rumbling noise erupted from his chest as Trunks kissed first down Gohan’s jaw line, then continued down to the soft skin on the younger’s neck, sending pulses of pleasure through both their bodies.

The young scholar eagerly accepted the fingers offered to him, taking them into his mouth and sucking on them contentedly. He then gripped the sheets in readiness as Trunks trailed his hand down to Gohan’s entrance. He gasped as one finger was pushed into him, then another; both moving in and out to make the upcoming activities more comfortable for the younger demi.

As soon as Gohan was stretched enough, Trunks removed his fingers, earning a whine from his lover at the loss of contact.

Preparing himself, Gohan wrapped his arms securely around Trunks’s neck and buried his face into the firm shoulder, signalling to Trunks that he was ready.

Trunks placed the tip of his shaft to Gohan’s entrance, causing the dark demi to wrap his long legs around Trunks’s waist. Once he had made sure Gohan was ready, Trunks slowly entered his lover’s body.

Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the initial pain to pass. Once Mirai decided that Gohan was ready, he slowly drew back, then thrust forward once more.

Gohan tried to melt into his lover’s body as Trunks continued his actions. Suddenly, Gohan arched back as Mirai hit a spot inside his body that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.

He screamed out as Trunks brought him to release with his hand and was dully aware of his lover collapsing on his chest as he followed soon after.

Gohan sighed contentedly. Trunks must love him if he was willing to do all that for him…He buried his face in the lavender mess of hair.

“I love you.” he whispered hopefully. A pause.

“I love you too.”

***

Gohan awoke in the night to find himself wrapped in the arms of his strong lover. He shifted slightly to remove the elbow digging in his hip to rest comfortably around his waist.

He sighed, and pressed his forehead against the warm shoulder of his koibito. His koibito. Gohan decided there was a nice ring to that.

If only it were true…