Short, sweet, and my gift to you. Thank you for reading and have a great holiday and New Year!
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Dende stroked Gohan's exposed chest as the soft, hazy light of the stars outside filtered through the spaces between the columns and into the bedroom- this was the second time Gohan had spent the night so close to Dende, and the Guardian found it exceptionally pleasing to have his sweetheart here and all to himself for hours on end.
Gohan had fallen into a deep sleep after he had allowed Dende to explore his body and caress his most sensitive parts, and the Guardian had been taking full advantage of it.
Nameks did not need sleep unless they expended an excess of energy, and for once, Dende was immensely grateful. Earth's dark nights had always unsettled him; Dende's birthplace had three suns to eternally keep the land full of light, and consciously enduring prolonged darkness always put some small part of him on edge. The Guardian thought stars were beautiful, yes, but that alone could not quell his subconscious worry that the sun would not rise in the morning. Gohan's presence was reassuring.
It was also very satisfying for Dende to be able to further familiarize himself with Gohan's whole body.
Dende gently massaged the muscles in Gohan's shoulders and arms and listened to his sighs. The Guardian wished he could trap each one in a bottle so that he could take them out and listen to them whenever he liked. When Gohan stopped making noise, Dende leaned down and kissed his open mouth and played with Gohan's lips and tongue until the boy muttered something else and turned his face away. Dende chuckled and kissed his ear and the side of his neck instead.
Gohan's pulse was steady and slow. Dende traced around where his heart was. Piccolo often had trouble remembering which side of the chest it was on in humans, but then again, Piccolo was a warrior, not a healer, and so it was not as imperative that he know.
Then, Dende ran his fingers down Gohan's abdomen and outlined the grooves between each muscle, right to left and top to bottom, and used his other hand to pet his sweetheart's obliques.
Gohan's skin was soft and smooth despite his physique, and Dende leaned over and kissed behind everywhere his hands travelled. Then, he let both sets of his fingers crawl down to Gohan's thighs to follow their contours, and then between them.
Dende handled Gohan with care- he was soft and sensitive here- he gently rested his hand around it and used his thumb to stroke Gohan from base to the tip, and then gave the area a few parting kisses before turning his attention towards massaging Gohan's calves and tracing over his toes one by one.
Dende's sweetheart jerked his feet away when the Guardian began to gently rub his nails across his arches, and then rolled over on his side with his back to Dende when the Guardian persisted in tickling the bottoms of his feet.
Dende laughed and shimmied himself back up to the pillows where Gohan's head rested, dragging his hands along the backs of his lover's legs and then over his buttock and side as he went. When Dende was able to bury his face in the back of Gohan's neck and absorb his smell, the Guardian began to knead the boy's shoulder blade and back.
Gohan stirred. Dende moved his loving touches to the front of his sweetheart's torso and kissed down his spine and across his shoulder.
"That feels nice," Gohan murmured.
Dende wrapped both of his arms around Gohan and let his fingers roam over his collarbones, then his chest and abdomen.
Gohan sighed and leaned back into Dende, who kissed Gohan's ear and rested his face in the crook of his neck. The Guardian traced around Gohan's nipples and tweaked them, which earned another soft moan.
Dende let a soft laugh accompany his next few kisses to Gohan's cheek and neck. "You seem very fond of that, hm?"
"I like all of it," Gohan admitted, twisting his head around and discovering Dende's mouth moving to cover his.
The Guardian tapped their foreheads together long enough to send the memory of Gohan panting and then falling asleep in Dende's arms not four hours ago. "You are very sweet," Dende said, kissing his lover again and caressing his body with eager hands.
"No, I'm just, um, very inexperienced." Gohan faced forwards and the rising heat from his cheeks encouraged Dende to trace the boy's muscles until they lead the Guardian to his lover's groin. He sent one hand back to Gohan's chest and stomach, but let the other stay its course through the coarse hair between his hips.
"I still think it sweet," Dende assured, and discovered that his sweetheart's body was reacting to the Guardian's touch in much the same way as it had last night. "Again?" He asked, curling his fingers around Gohan.
"You don't, um, have to do that," Gohan tensed and tried to hide his face in the pillow beneath his head.
Dende let go and ghosted his nails along Gohan's inner thigh, which made his lover shiver. "This is not a question of need. Would you like for me to? Perhaps I was not thorough enough the first time and you require more."
Gohan's heartbeat was speeding up again. "N-no," he said, his neck turning red. "That's not it. I'm, um," he swallowed. "I'm… not a child, but I'm really young, Dende. It has nothing to do with thoroughness."
The Guardian nodded. "Oh. Of course. You are at a prime mating age." It still escaped him that Gohan was a mammal, sometimes. "You have markedly frequent desire." Dende thought about how much Gohan ate and realized that his two appetites possibly correlated with one another.
The color deepening in Gohan's neck coupled with his silence sent Dende a clear affirmative.
"This is nothing to be ashamed of," Dende said, still playing with Gohan's inner thighs. He used the arm tracing over his sweetheart's abdomen to pull Gohan closer. "I am happy to satisfy you. Say you want more," Dende said, gently pressing his finger to Gohan's tip and eliciting a groan, "and you shall have more." He kissed Gohan's neck and softly nibbled his ear like his sweetheart enjoyed doing to Dende's.
"...You don't ever have to if you don't want to," Gohan said. "Even if I ask, you can say no."
"I am aware," Dende whispered with a smile. "But that is not the case now. Should I take your answer as a yes?"
Gohan reached down to hold the hand Dende had centered on his abdomen and nodded.
Dende molded his body to sit around Gohan's better and let his fingers lovingly trace up and down Gohan's wanting form. "I will still need your help. Please tell me when I should hold you down here," Dende whispered, massaging the sensitive area between Gohan's legs. "Tell me whatever it is that you want."
"Um, go ahead and, um, h-hold me now," Gohan said. "Like last night. Play, um, gentler, until you get used to it, and then gradually get faster. Please."
Dende murmured into Gohan's ear with a few kisses. "You need not say please to me," the Guardian assured him, and began to move his hand up and down for his sweetheart. He pulled Gohan's center closer, too, and kissed his neck when his lover moved his head in pleasure.
"Thank you," Gohan whispered.
Dende kissed the corner of Gohan's jaw. "To make you happy makes me happy," he said. "You need not thank me." He relished the sounds of his lover's heartbeat.
"I- hmnf, oh, like that," Gohan said, his voice a little more confidently quiet, "now more," he commanded.
Dende sped up and adjusted his hand so that his index finger lead up the subtle cleft on Gohan's rigid underside rather than with his thumb.
Gohan approved with a hitch of his breath. "I like that," he whispered, "but later. Stay the other way," he instructed.
Dende nodded into his sweetheart's skin and gradually began to press harder every time his thumb rested near Gohan's tip.
Dende's sweetheart tensed. "The... the other thing now, with your other finger," he begged.
The Guardian obliged and then eventually stopped his up and down motion to circle and press on his lover's sensitive head. "Should I stay here?" He asked, letting his other hand drop away from Gohan's and using it to massage the rest of his arousal.
"Y-yes," Gohan said, starting to writhe and grab at the sheets. "Yes, yes, yes! Please," he gasped. "Press there, a-and there. You're," he sucked in a breath, "so close-!"
Dende smiled as Gohan's breaths grew ragged and his head finally snapped backwards with a sharp inhale of pleasure.
"Good?" Dende asked, feeling his lover relax and slacken.
"Yeah," Gohan said, rolling over and enveloping Dende in his arms.
Dende kissed him. "More?"
"No," Gohan said, "thank you."
"Thank you," Dende corrected, resting his forehead against Gohan's. "Thank you for teaching me."