AN - Turtle x Crane hermit yaois for tumblr anon ;)
I can't be stopped
69 years ago the soul of King Piccolo was confined inside an electric rice cooker and tossed into the sea. 69 seconds ago the rice cooker washed up on the beach surrounding the Kame house. The senile turtle hermit had hobbled out of his home, spotted the rice cooker, and brought it inside, hoping to sell the antique and too affected by his dementia to remember that there was a demon king confined in the appliance.
A knock came to the door. Roshi limped to it. His face creased in hatred, every wrinkle on his face deepened as he saw who his guest was: his former compatriot and yaoi lover Master Shen.
"What the balls are you doing here?" the turtle master croaked, trying hard to fight the sudden resurfacing lust tingling in his loins. He denied the feeling and reasoned it was simply his venereal disease acting up again.
"I didn't want to come here," Shen lied, looking down at the floor tsunderely. His sunglasses hid his shining tears of joy as he squawked "But my heart has not forgotten the love we shared!"
"Shh, say no more, my old friend," Roshi whispered, knowing what it was he needed to do. He sealed the fate of yaoi w/ a kissu. Turtle and crane met once more in a metaphorical forbidden interspecies mting dance that would be consummated on the withered couch which stank of old man flatulence and benzocaine.
Shen pulled Roshi's shorts down to reveal the turtle hermit's Depend® diaper. The lovely scent of incontinence and pulsating, sweaty wrinkled grandpa dick wafted to Shen's nostrils, and he licked his thin cracked lips.
The soul of King Piccolo sensed the waves of senior passion clashing against the walls of his rice cooker home. He was disturbed to see two emaciated lovers swapping spit and mucus on the sofa right in front of him.
Shen peeled Roshi's diaper down, checking out the revealed liver spots speckling his naked ancient body, and swathed his tongue over his uke's gnarled white happy trail hairs. Shen was glad he'd remembered to take Viagra prior to his fated encounter of true yaoi. Roshi trembled at the familiar form of the glistening dick before him. His prolapsed rectum gave no resistance to Shen's tadpole torpedo as it burst through and was captured by the hermit's throbbing anus, tightening weakly around the girth of the crane hermit.
The elder seme had to thrust at the slowest rhythm, lest his pacemaker should fail him. The burning arthritis in his hips and legs didn't offer any condolence. But the pain did not burn more intensely than his love, so he carried on. He came with a rasping cry, and Roshi released Shen's sputtering cock, which erupted a billowing cloud of cum that splattered across Roshi's stomach, the sofa, turtle, and the rice cooker.