Gohan narrowed his eyes. "Okay, Trunks, if that's how you want to play..."

The older demi-saiyan twisted so that his arms were pinned above his head. Smirking, he rocked his hips up against Trunks'. Trunks hadn't been expecting that, and his grip on Gohan's wrists loosened. He moaned softly, and Gohan grinned.

"Like that, do you?" he whispered huskily. Trunks just leaned down until he was right in Gohan's face, then ground his hips forward into Gohan's. He felt Gohan spasm as he was touched. Trunks, keeping hold on Gohan's wrists, trailed his tongue down Gohan's stomach. Over the rippling muscles, in his navel. He felt Gohan shiver. Trunks smirked as he surveyed Gohan's throbbing member. Then he reached down and just barely flicked his tongue over the head. Gohan stifled a small moan as his body tensed.

"Oh come on Trunks! Don't tease me like that! You know how much I want it," pleaded Gohan.

"Hmmm..." Trunks said thoughtfully. "I don't think I know what you want. Why don't you tell me precisely what it is...in detail"

Gohan blushed. "Okay...Trunks. I want you to take me. Hard. Now."

Gohan's dark eyes met Trunks' blue ones. Gohan watched as Trunks' hand trailed down his side to rest on his sensitive inner thigh. Trunks ran his finger delicately over the soft white flesh, and moved his hand up until it was mere inches away from Gohan's hardening arousal. Gohan exhaled loudly through his teeth, urging Trunks on. Gohan moaned as Trunks trailed his tongue from the top of Gohan's forehead to his chin, down his neck...chest...abs...He stopped there, skipped over it, and began to lick Gohan's inner thighs. This drew jerks and gasps out of Gohan.

Part Seven