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The sound of blocked punches and kicks were the only thing heard in the otherwise empty room, set up as an arena. Sweat sprayed with each thrown punch, with each kick. It dripped from soaked hair and stained shorts.

It was a private spar between Gohan and Trunks, they didn’t want any interuptions or anything, Just peace and quiet, just the two of them sparring, excercising their own private rivalry without outside influences.

“HYAH!” Trunks delivered a series of swift punches and kicks, all deftfully blocked by Gohan. In return, he got dealt a flurry of kicks to his shin, aimed to make him fall, but he just endured the pain and managed to get through Gohan’s guard and strike him in the jaw.

Both fall over, Gohan from suprise, Trunks from leg pain. The only sounds were loud panting from the two demi-saiyans, and after a good few seconds of rest, they were back on their feet, now locked in a grapple match.

Replacing heaving pants, now were grunting and snorting, difficult to distinguish from a round of heated sex in a cheap porno. Though while this wasn’t the case, the wrestle/grapple match would soon take a much different turn.

A failed grip from Gohan’s part resulted in a “accidental” grope of Trunks’s nether regions, which were hugged very closely by the sweat-stained shorts, outlining every anatomical detail. Gohan had been too into the sparring to really notice, but he sure did now, and he liked what he saw and felt.

Trunks gawked, but his suprise was soon replaced with a soft blush caressing his heated cheeks.

“H-hey, I thought we were gonna wait with that till we were finished sparring…!” Trunks exclaimed at Gohan’s unrelenting grope.

“Yeah. And I say we’re done now.” Gohan smirked devilishly and used his other hand to twist Trunks’s head and steal a kiss, his other hand thoroughly exploring the regions of Trunks’s crotch.

Before, panting, grunting and snorting. Now, there was moaning. Sweat-stained shorts flew off the edge of the ring, the two only being left in some rather revealing jockstraps, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Trunks held on to the ring’s elastic rope as he groaned, Gohan was leaning over his back, friction made easy due to the abundance of sweat, kissing and licking his beloved violet haired’s neck, while his hand was sneaking to Trunks’s behind, teasing a needy hole in need of stretching for a good fuck session.

Trunks mind went wild with arousal as he could feel Gohan’s hardening pride slowly growing on his lower back. It was just barely rubbing against his sweaty skin and teasing him, and since Gohan had him in a hold, he couldn’t turn to see either.

“Damn tease.” Trunks scoffed, resulting on Gohan lightly biting his neck, like telling him to be patient. This, of course, only made him MORE impatient, but he grumbled and waited, reaching down to rub his aching manhood with his free hand, just so he could feel some friction. Being drenched in sweat helped alot in that department, stroking motions were made easy.

“Impatient brat…” Gohan bit Trunks’s neck hard, leaving a mark, then kisses and licks it. He slowly inserts his index finger into the demi-saiyan’s twitching ass, twirling it for max teasing of his lover, smirking as Trunks moaned in ecstacy from his actions. Before long, Gohan added another finger, stretching the other’s ring to be able to take his raging erection.

Trunks felt his ass clench on Gohan’s fingers, they felt great, but he wanted the grand prize and he wanted it now. Once the faint pain of Gohan’s fingers stretching his ass, sweat functioning as a placebo-lube, passed, he suprised the other by breaking out of his hold and pinning him to the floor for a fierce, lust-crazed tongue kiss. All the while rubbing his prepared ass against Gohan’s aching cock, the teaser becoming the teased.

Gohan could only blink and moan into the invading mouth, accepting it with equal lust and desire. He allowed Trunks to exert some dominance, and in admitting so, the other let him go, only to grab the violet haired’s ass and grope it hard, then smacking the round bubble butt erotically.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing and erotic rubbing of chisled, muscular male bodies, the two saiyans decided it was time for the main event. Tired of foreplay, Trunks stands up and grabs onto the ring’s rope once again, lifting his leg and balancing it on a lower robe, exposing his ready behind to Gohan.

The black-haired smirked and approached Trunks, placing his cock at his rear entrance and holding on to his body, giving his defined pectorals a good groping before he started to slowly ease himself into Trunks.

Gluttural moans echo throughout the empty halls, Trunks ached his back in utter pleasure as Gohan’s cock filled him. He couldn’t keep himself down, he used his voice to spur Gohan on to enter him faster. The seconds felt like eternity, but at last he felt Gohan’s balls against his butt, he was all in, and it felt amazing.

Allowing his partner a few seconds to adjust to his cock, Gohan started to pull out, then push in, gradually building a thrusting pace. He licked his lips in a lustful manner and adjusted his hips for optimal movement, hoping to hit his beloved’s prostate with his thrusting. He angled his movement until Trunks released a cry of absolute bliss. He found the spot, and now he started relentlessly pounding Trunks without holding back.

The violet-haired demisaiyan was in a haze, vision blurring from the intense waves of pleasure surging through his body at speeds faster than he could comprehend them. He almost lost track of his movements, Gohan was almost pounding a hapless ragdoll, but a building pressure in his gut brought him back into reality.

He reached for his own cock and started stroking it mercilessly, using every ounce of willpower he had to keep himself from cumming, he wanted to last as long as he possibly could. He delayed himself a heaven of pleasure for a good minute, but he couldn’t hold it any longer, and with a intense, passonate howl, he came hard, shooting his load over the ring ropes, the floor and even the wall. It was an orgasm without equal.

Trunks’s orgasm made his anal muscles clench intensly, causing Gohan to lose himself. Mere moments from his own release, he pulled out and he barely got time to reach for his member before he blasted Trunks’s ass and back with his cum. His own groans deafened his partner’s by a long shot.

The two collapsed to the floor of the ring, heaving for air and leaning on each other. Trunks couldn’t feel his ass or his feet, Gohan was struggling to focus his vision from the intensity of the ecstatic sensations still coursing through their system. It took them a good five minutes before anything was said or done.

“Wow…that was…fucking amazing…” Trunks exclaimed, barely having regained his senses properly.

“It was…Round two?” Gohan stared into Trunks’s eyes and smirked deviously.

“Like you even have to ask.”