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"You know," Goten said. Kissed him, deep wet kisses that opened his mouth and he tasted the peanut butter on Goten's tongue. Tangled his hands in the black hair and moved with the swaying motion of their kiss.
"We should..." His hand sliding down Trunks' chest, over his stomach. Heel of his hand pressed against his waist rubbing him insistently.
"Really stop..." Kissing him again. Licking him from the inside.
Stroking his tongue and the feeling of it was indescribable.

"Stop this."

Goten looked down at him. Serious. A rare look for him. Trunks looked back, felt the heat of his body so close to Goten's and remembered what his father had told him about Saiyans and their lust urges. Isolated incidents. Especially difficult to deal with the first time. Even if he wanted to he wasn't sure they could stop it now. "Do you want to?"

Goten shook his head. "No." Hand slipping an inch lower on Trunks' stomach, so he felt his pants edge down just a little. "But..."

"If its going to happen, Goten. It'll happen." And he pushed Goten under him, sat on his hips, straddling him. Looked down at him and felt his hair falling forward, framing his face. Fingers reaching up, brushing through his hair and he slid down and kissed Goten again, laid against him.
Goten rolled him back onto his back and his hand went down further, sliding into his pants, flat palm against his arousal and Trunks gasped into the kiss.
"We don't have to do this," Goten said again. But his leg moved between Trunks' and his hips were rubbing up and down on the thigh between his.

"If you don't stop that I'm going to think that you don't want to."

Trunks reached down between them and unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down on his hips and Goten's hand on his erection had a great deal more room to move.

"It is our first time," Goten murmured. Kissed him on his neck and looked up at him with the big, wide innocent black eyes that would forever remind him of Goten when he was six. All the questions he asked.

"Which I've been waiting for," Trunks reminded him. "Because you decided to hit puberty late."

Goten nuzzled his neck and licked it, down where neck met shoulder, moved his hand back up from Trunks' hips to his chest and rolled him onto his side part the way. Mouth moving back up to his as he murmured things that Trunks couldn't understand. Didn't care to understand them, because he'd almost sucked the taste of peanut butter out of Goten's mouth and gotten down to his taste. Hands on his skin everywhere that he could feel and he untied Goten's pants, pushed them down.

"Okay," Goten said. He rolled onto his back. "Off with the pants."

They kicked their shoes off (his dad would kill them if he knew they had shoes on his bed) then their pants, and Goten pulled the wrist bands off too and dropped them on the floor. Looked over at him.

"Naked?"

Trunks nodded.

Back to the kissing. Naked now, smooth skin against smooth skin. Goten sliding between his legs and the feeling of him against him, pressed up tight against his erection and the hardness against his. Felt the gasps for breath against his mouth as he fought for his own air.
The kiss fell apart. His hands in Goten's hair and Goten's hand on his skin. Fingers digging into him. Desperate look in his eyes as they moved in their own rhythmless motion. Just touching. He let his hands go down Goten's back, over all his skin, to his ass and then back up.

"Its starting to hurt," Goten murmured.

"You're the one that's stalling," Trunks said. Let his arms fall back on the bed, spread out just under the pillows and looked at him. Felt a giddy lack of constraint and pulled his legs up, spread his knees open and smirked at Goten.

"Take me now."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Because you're the one that asked his brother how two guys have sex and got the lecture on lubrication and positioning."
He purposefully did not mention the fact that he dared Goten to go and ask this question, or the fact that it had been a least a year since that conversation had been had nor did he mention the fact that his father had taken him aside and laid out some very basic guidelines for him. Just in case.

"I better not have to listen to you complain about how I didn't do it right."

"I swear I won't," Trunks promised. Smirked. "As long as you do it right."

Goten gave him a nasty look, picked up the tube of lubrication off the bed and opened it. Peeled the seal off and squeezed it out onto his fingers. A look of mild disdain for having to do this and then a sigh of resignation.

"Is this how you want to do it?"

"Yup."

Another sigh. Trunks pulled his legs up farther (and no he had not been practicing.) Goten blushed and then smeared the lube on his fingers better, added more, blushed harder and finally got right down to business--pressed his fingers into Trunks.
Strange. Definitely strange. Not seeing a real point to it.

Goten moved his fingers around, pushed them as deep as they could go until Trunks felt his hand against him, and then pulled them out and pushed them back in, wiggled them around.
"Okay," he said.

Goten cracked a grin.
"Well, you're ticklish everywhere else." Then his fingers slipped back out and he globbed an almost comical amount of lube onto his palm. Ignored Trunks' little smirk and smeared himself with the slippery gel-like stuff. "Okay then."

"That is so sexy. Say it again."

"Okay then," Goten repeated. He wiggled his way back up between his legs, lifted Trunks' hips with his left hand and concentrated on getting himself into the appropriate position before giving him one last look as warning and--

"Are you SUUUUURE?"

Trunks flipped them over again. Heard Goten's grunt, grabbed both of his hands, pinned them above his head, reached down between them, curled his free hand around the slick erection and held it in place as he pushed his hips down, taking Goten into him for the first time. Stretch. Burn. Slip. And--oh.
There was the happy spot.

Goten had stopped breathing. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth was hanging open, but there was no breath. Only the spastic opening and closing of his fingers. Then the shuddering groan that wracked down his whole body until his hips jerked up against Trunks.

"Damn I'm good," Trunks whispered.

Goten opened his eyes. Breathless smile. But his hands were still trapped and he jerked at them but his concentration was too shattered for him to put any real effort into it. Trunks pressed his other hand down on the bed for leverage and moved. Slow, giving himself time to let the tension build from that place inside of him--new place, new throb, new sense of want. He never really wanted to be filled (so to speak) before, but now... He moved on Goten and gasped when he felt him there.

"We're suppose to go faster," Goten whined.

Trunks ignored him. Bit his lip as he moved with more speed, fluid ease of his hips pumping and everything was coiling. He felt it, the rise of something that demanded more. Ticklish little sunbursts on his skin and he was hot everywhere. Shook his head, felt his hair against his face and gasped at the touch. Felt his finger slipping away from Goten's. Felt the hands on his hips, lifting him up as Goten sat up. He let his head fall back, let the hands on him move him and whined out his groans.

Definite benefits.
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Trunks: Me? On the bottom?
Goten: Actually you're on top.
Trunks: Shut up.
Goten: Fine.