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“Trunks, if you don’t get your pants off and sit your ass on my fucking cock right now, I’m going to rape you through your clothes.”

“I’ve been waiting for an hour for you go say that.” Trunks said, reaching down to rip his jeans right off his body before jumping on Gohan—whose pants had met a similar fate—and straddling him hard.

“Aren’t they just so sweet together?” Chi-Chi asked Bulma, her eyes not leaving the two people whom everyone else was watching.

“They are, they totally are.” The other woman agreed, also avidly watching the scene.

Trunks and Gohan made out fiercely, as though trying to suffocate each other with their mouths. After some minutes, Gohan pulled back. “You’re not doing as I told you.”

“Sorry. But I had to taste you.”

“You can taste me while I fuck you.” He lifted the younger man up and took a second to aim before slamming Trunks back down on his length.

Trunks gasped as he was filled. It didn’t hurt; they had just fucked a couple of hours ago, after all. And yet he had already forgotten how much he loved it. “Fuck I love having you inside me, Gohan.”

“I just can’t get over it. This is way more…adorable than I’d ever imagined it could be.” Tien sounded uncomfortable even saying it, but beside him Chiaotzu nodded, then giggled as he caught his friend errantly thinking about what it would be like if it were the two of them over there.

There was more tearing of fabric as Trunks reached down and tore Gohan’s shirt from his body. “It should be against the…” He had to pause for a second as Gohan pushed into him again. “Law. For you…to wear clothes.” He was so fucking perfect underneath them, after all. It was a travesty of society that that body was forced to be covered.

“You’re the one…” Grunted Gohan, “who insists we get dressed when we go out.” He paused in his pounding for a moment to gaze lustily at his lover. “If I had my way, neither of us would ever wear them.”

“I just don’t want anyone else looking at you. You’re mine.”

“Actually, I think you’re mine.” Gohan punctuated this with another deep thrust, taking the breath away from Trunks.

Beside his brother on the couch, Goten looked away from the scene with a blush on his face. Everyone thought it was all cute and everything, and maybe it was, but it was so embarrassing…

So hard was their fucking that the very couch began to move slide along the floor as Trunks threw himself back and forth on Gohan’s cock, and as Gohan thrust ever higher, ever deeper inside his younger lover.

Roshi took in every detail of what the two men were doing, hoping that his sunglasses hid just how intent his gaze truly was. Normally he was all about the women, but this! This was worth a thousand dirty magazines. He would give up his entire collection of exercise tapes to have footage of what he was watching right now.

“Say it.” Gohan demanded suddenly, after a particularly hard thrust.

“Say what?”

“Say you love me.”

“I do.”

“No.” The older started pulling back, slowly. “Say it for real, Trunks.”

“I love you!” It was agonizing, the steady removal of Gohan from him. It was like amputation. He couldn’t bear it.

“Mean it, Trunks.”

Of course he meant it! He always meant it. “I fucking love you, Gohan.” Trunks panted. He would say anything, if it would convince Gohan to fill him again. “I’ve loved you since I was eight, when you fucked me senseless the first time. Now, do it harder, for shit’s sake!”

“I can’t believe it took them so long to get to it!” Yamcha said, to much nodding. “I mean, what took them so long?”

“I know! They’re so perfect together!” Puar chimed in from his shoulder.

Now they repositioned, Trunks resting his ankles on Gohan’s shoulders, his head on the floor as his lover plunged into him anew, hardly even on the sofa any longer himself. Trunks positively shouted in ecstasy, his cries filling the room as Gohan drilled him into oblivion.

“Why can’t you be more like that, Krillin?” Android Eighteen asked, whacking her husband on the shoulder.

“Ah, well it’s, uh…not really something I’m good at, babe.”

Trunks came violently, shouting Gohan’s name as he spurted his cum all over himself, belly to chin. Seconds later, Gohan pulled himself out and added his own seed to the mix, spraying the younger man with epic amounts of the stuff. They collapsed onto the floor, panting, both satisfied for now.

“You know, ‘Geta,” Goku whispered into his couchmate’s ear, “I know everyone’s here and I hate to be rude, but I haven’t heard or seen anything but you since you walked in the room.”

“I love you too, Kakarot. Now put that fool mouth to good use for once and kiss me.”

Goku did, and the whole room burst into applause at the climax of the scene nobody had been able to take their eyes off of all afternoon.

“I hate our fathers, Gohan.” Trunks sighed, glaring around at the room in general.

“I hear ya.”

After all, Goku and Vegeta were such a cute couple.

End

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