Not too many people know, or are willing to admit to this but the sound of lovemaking is almost as sweet as the actual act itself. The hard breathing, the bed creaking, the names being called while in ecstasy, it’s all almost enough to make me cum.
His ragged breathing on the back of my neck is wonderful. It’s warm and sweet and almost as good as the feeling of him inside me. Pushing in, out, in, out.
Oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop, so good, so good!
I can hardly believe that’s me. And it’s the same every time we’re together. God, I love this man.
It’s his turn to top today, and like always, he delivers with a star performance. Christ I’m glad I called in sick today. Because it simply wouldn't do to miss out on some quality time with my baby over a bunch of useless papers that need my attention.
He grunts my name in my ear behind me, clutching me tighter in an effort to gain more control and make it last just a little bit longer. He’s about to cum. He always does that before cumming.
A few hard thrusts later, I can’t count them because my mind couldn't do any real work at this point if my life depended on it, he wraps his one free arm tightly around me, the other he needs to hold himself up, buries his face into my neck, shudders and moans low as he comes in me. Slowly milking himself until dry.
I’ll never get sick of that feeling but I’m still not done yet.
Don’t stop, I’m almost there, please, God, don’t stop!
I have a bad habit of begging when I’m about to cum. I always feel silly when I look back on it later but right now I don’t care. I want him to get me off. NOW!
He pulls out and pushes me over on my back and I grin knowingly as he prepares to go down on me.
He always does that when he’s the first to go. Not that I mind or anything. Less mess.
My back arches and toes curl, his mouth expertly working me now. Inaudible whimpers escaping my throat before I’m all out howling as I dig my hands in his hair.
He pulls his mouth away and starts to simply kiss and lick at my cock. Teasing bastard. And he doesn't get back to work until I snarl down at him threateningly. He just smirks before sucking me again.
He likes it when I get pissed off at him in bed. Don’t ask me why, to a lot of people that would be the last thing they’d try doing while getting some from their lover’s, but he does.
I scream his name and arch almost right off the bed when I come, my body twitching and turning into a pile of liquefied flesh as I sink back into the mattress, breathing hard while absentmindedly running my hands through my lover’s sweaty hair. Kissing his face lovingly with my fingertips.
God, I love this man.
***
Not a half an hour later, Trunks was sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting his jacket and tying his shoes as he prepared to go.
Gohan is on the other side of the now unmade bed, doing the same.
Trunks took a good look at his surroundings, sighing as he pulled out a cigarette and tried to keep his hands from shaking as he lit it, taking a desperate drag to calm his nerves. The smoke from the cigarette was hardly noticeable now that the scent of sex hung thickly in the air.
The fantasy was over and it was time to get back to reality.
He tried to keep his heart from dropping as he prepared to leave. He could afford a much better place for them to take their lust, but an expensive hotel on the top floor would be too fancy, too extravagant, too romantic. And it wouldn't do to have that. He would look like he was putting in an effort by getting it. Like he cared. And to care was to ruin what they had, and that couldn't happen.
Gohan reached over to kiss his shoulders, purring in his ear as he massaged his sides. “Same time tomorrow?” He asked, already seeming impatient for their next meeting.
Trunks quickly schooled his features to appear hard as he tore himself away from the closest thing, in their joke of a relationship, to an actual loving embrace. Because if Gohan didn't stop then Trunks would surely jump him again for another go.
“Yeah fine, just don’t be late next time.” He sneered, taking another calming puff of his cigarette. He had tried to quit once before but sometimes he swore he’d go mad without them in the complicated rat-race that was his life. Hence, the chain smoking.
Gohan shrugged, getting to his feet and walking towards the door. “Whatever.” He said, Trunks following closely behind, as he always did.
They did what they came to do, so there was no point in staying any longer than necessary. Though, Trunks wished he could. If only to pretend for a little while longer that what they were doing meant so much more to the other participant.
Trunks shut the cracked door, numbered eight of the cheap motel, behind him, all that was left to do was to give the owner back the key to the room.
Gohan gave him an appreciative glance up and down before giving him a long kiss on the lips. One that spoke volumes of possessiveness. But more specifically, said You’re mine! as if he could ever forget it. “See you tomorrow then.” He chirped, a big smile on his face before giving a friendly wave and taking off into the night sky. As though nothing had even happened. As though it were a good friend he was saying his farewells to and not a lover before going home to his wife.
Trunks would have given anything to be the one Gohan went home to, night after night. But instead, he was forced to settle with being the fuck on the side. Fantasizing about how he was the love of Gohan’s life. The center of his universe. The one he shared a bed with for more than a casual fuck.
It was so unfair. Gohan could go back to his wife but Trunks couldn't have any on the side like he did. Not if he wanted to keep what they had going. And the sad thing was, he thought it was worth it.
One thought always entered his mind whenever he thought about Gohan’s wife, Videl. It wasn't a hateful thought, no, she wasn't doing anything wrong here. But it was filled to the brim with jealousy, and sometimes a hint of sarcasm and anger. He just couldn't help himself, it hurt, no matter how much he tried squashing it out, it hurt. The fact that Gohan could fuck him and openly admit to not even liking him two minutes later, and how he could still be so attached to the man regardless of any cruel words spoken.
He chuckled at himself, for being so foolish as to pine after a taken man. For allowing himself to be owned when he swore he never would. ‘The bitch doesn't know how lucky she is.’ He thought, walking away and already looking forward to the next day.
