Gently
It began with a cheek gently nuzzling the back of his neck, followed by a soft kiss. Yamcha leaned back into it, then moved further so his own back was flush against Raditz. An arm came around his waist as he rocked his hips, a hand slipping into his boxers to encircle him as he rubbed against Raditz's own growing hardness.
It wasn't hot or passionate or fancy, more warm and gentle, no words exchanged because at this point they were superfluous – in battle or in bed, the two could reach each other well enough to not need anything more than a touch, a look, a gesture. Climax was no less sweet for this when it came, and left the two in a pleasant warmth of afterglow, Raditz curled around Yamcha like the octopus he secretly was.
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Just a quick one this time. The next shall be longer, never fear. ;)
