after being into this ship for years, i've finally written a fic for it! i've read through just about all the fics available for this ship (i've scoured the internet lmao) and i'm excited to contribute. i hope you fellow GxGH lovers enjoy the fic!
Goku lands the cruiser on the paved, stone walkway leading up to the cabin. He pulls the key from the ignition and leans over to his currently sleeping companion in the passenger seat.
"Gohan, wake up. We're here", he says softly as he lightly jostles Gohan into consciousness.
Gohan gradually awakens with Goku's help and groans when he finally opens his eyes, momentarily blinded by the midday light. He unbuckles his seatbelt and, eyes adjusted, turns his head towards Goku. He smiles, "Hey."
"Hey, yourself. C'mon let's check this place out." Goku hands him the keys to the cabin. "I'll get our stuff."
He kisses Gohan on the cheek then exits the cruiser while Gohan does the same. Gohan takes a moment to admire the far removed log cabin they'll be staying at for the next week. The pathway they currently stand on is flanked by the luscious greenery that makes up the two acre property. A mild forest surrounds them and as Gohan takes it all in, he reminds himself to thank Bulma again for letting them borrow one of her vacation homes.
Gohan feels the stirrings of excited nervousness rattle within him as he unlocks the front door and waits for Goku to join him. The two haven't had this much time alone together since they began their relationship, usually saving their trysts until they could be put under the guise of training. Such an excuse was a common one and even this trip into the middle of nowhere was excused by training and father-son bonding.
It wasn't going to be a total lie. Goku starts feeling antsy after more than a day of no sparring and it wasn't like Gohan was adverse to the activity. Though, he certainly intended this excursion to be much more focused on 'bonding' than anything else.
Gohan feels a shoulder brush his own and is startled from his thoughts. He turns towards Goku who stands next to him carrying their suitcases, having come up the steps leading up to the wooden porch without him noticing.
Goku wore a smile on his face, amused by his son's jumpiness, but the slight furrow in his brow hinted at his concern.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Goku sets the luggage down to the side before moving to stand directly in front of Gohan.
"Ah, I was just taking in the view. It's really pretty out here." Gohan reaches out to fiddle with the hem of Goku's tshirt.
"Hm, taking in the view? Okay." Goku then moves himself and Gohan so they're both looking out towards the wide expanse of land that's all theirs for the next week. He wraps his arms around Gohan's slimmer waist, clasping them at his front while pulling Gohan snug against him. "Let's take in the view together," Goku says, voice fanning over Gohan's ear.
Gohan shivers and leans back into Goku's chest, resting his hands on top of Goku's. They stay there like that for a few minutes, relishing in the intimate proximity they're able to openly maintain while they appreciate the peaceful nature that surrounds them.
Eventually, the silence is broken by Goku after he softly presses a kiss to the temple of Gohan's forehead. "You know, we don't have to do any of this if you're not comfortable, sweetheart," he punctuates his statement with another kiss in the same spot. "We can just spend time together," another kiss, this time on his cheek, "Or we can go back-"
Before he can finish, Gohan turns around in Goku's hold and halts his sweet but unnecessary offering by leaning up and kissing him. For a moment, Gohan had been too distracted by the rumbling of Goku's chest pressed against his back as he began talking, the lovely press of his lips, and the soft breaths that would brush past his ear as he spoke. If he had been more aware of the words Goku had been saying, he would've stopped him even sooner.
Goku took no time at all to respond as Gohan's hands moved to his shoulders and his own gripped at his son's hips, their lips sliding across each other over and over again, sensual and slow. Gohan couldn't fathom giving up this chance to be so physically open with Goku. They had such limited time and space to be together back home but here they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Goku could have him wherever and whenever they wanted. Suddenly, Gohan was eager to get inside.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Gohan pulled back but not before Goku pressed one, two, three more kisses to his pink lips. A light flush occupied Gohan's face and they stared at each other for a moment, still in each other's embrace, before breaking into giddy smiles.
"Have I proven that I want to be here," Gohan speaks into the space between them and steps impossibly closer to his partner, "and that I want to do everything we talked about," he whispers into Goku's ear, "and more?"
Gohan feels Goku tense up against him as his hands flex on his hips. Goku sounds out of breath when he says, "Yeah, baby, you have," and he looks as if he's going to dip back down to catch those kiss-pink lips again except Gohan chooses then to pull back from their hold, smiling all the while.
"Come on, let's go inside. I want to start making those fantasies into reality." He pulls Goku by the hand back towards their luggage and the door. He opens the door while Goku hastily picks up their bags. "That is, unless you were all talk," Gohan calls from his place just inside the entryway, wearing a teasing grin and a lustful glean in his eyes.
Goku only has so much self restraint and that finite supply is automatically cut in half whenever Gohan is involved. This, combined with the heated kiss from before and his son's teasing, has him at the end of his rope.
He makes quick steps to the entrance, tossing the bags inside the doorway. "Looks like I need to make good on some promises," is all he says before shutting the door behind him, lifting Gohan into his arms and carrying him up the stairs. Their combined laughter rings through the house.
—-
Once they get inside the room, Goku tosses his son onto the center of the king sized bed that occupied the master bedroom. "Woah, hey, you could be gentler, y'know," Gohan says wryly, adjusting his slightly skewed glasses.
"If that's enough to get you bent outta shape, maybe I should put you through some training while we're here," Goku teases. He takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side.
"Always trying to get me to spar with you," Gohan crawls his way to the edge and sits up on his knees, now eye level with Goku. "It's like you're eager to get beaten." He grips the waistband of Goku's pants and pulls him in so they're only separated by a couple inches.
Gohan's acting cocky and it's fun if only for the fact that Goku gets this gleam in his eyes at the prospect of a challenge, of a skillful opponent he doesn't have to hold back with. Gohan knows he couldn't win against Goku in a fight, not anymore, but this kind of teasing and riling has plenty of benefits that serve him well in the bedroom.
"I'll make you eat those words." Whatever clever response Gohan starts to say gets swallowed by Goku's inviting mouth. Jokes on him though, this is what Gohan was aiming for. The insistent pressing of lips against his own and strong hands squeezing at his hips, ass, and thighs like there's so much he wants to touch and he can't decide where to keep them.
Gohan's hands skirt up his partner's abdomen and chest, reveling in the warmth of his skin and once again wishing he could always have access to his father in this way. Eventually, he settles one hand in the downy hair at the base of Goku's skull and the other on the curve of his neck and shoulder.
Goku easily kisses Gohan into a puddle. He swipes his tongue out across Gohan's lips but refrains from fully dipping inside that sweet mouth, choosing to draw out the escalation of their kissing. Gohan doesn't know where Goku learned the technique but the way it works him up keeps him from questioning it too much.
Soon enough though, Goku tilts his head just so and finally pushes into Gohan's slick and sumptuous mouth, using long strokes of his tongue to force Gohan to the edge of craving. Gohan can't help but let out little, breathy whimpers whenever their lips briefly part. Goku can set his body alight just with kissing and, everytime, it makes Gohan eager to move on just so he doesn't burn up.
Goku must pick up on this because next thing he knows, there are hands cupping the backs of his thighs and a lust heavy voice speaking against lips, "Hold on to me, baby," as he lifts Gohan's legs around his hips. Holding on is all Gohan can do because these casual displays of strength from Goku, no matter how normalized in his life, always manage to make a shiver roll down his spine and heat pool in his belly.
Gohan groans and gyrates his hips a bit, legs wrapped around Goku, seeking some kind of friction for the hardness in his pants that's developed in the time since they started getting physical. Goku sets his knee down on the oversized bed and, with a hand on Gohan's lower back for support, levers him onto the mattress with himself now between the demi's legs.
From his place face to face, chest to chest, groin to groin with Gohan, Goku takes a moment to admire the heady look on his son's face. With half-lidded eyes and kiss-bruised lips, Goku can't help but think he's the spitting image of lust. Utterly compelling. He brushes a thumb over the swell of Gohan's flushed cheek.
"See something you like?" Gohan says, trying to summon the cocky edge he had earlier. It's hard with the way Goku's earnest expression makes him want to bury his face in his hands or in the crook of Goku's shoulder. It's sheer force of will keeping him from giving in to the urge.
Goku's lips quirk up into an indulgent smile. "Yeah."
The simple declaration punches the air out of Gohan's lungs. He remembers when he thought his unfulfilled desires for this sort of affection from his father would eat him from the inside out. He tangles his fingers with the ones caressing his face and uses the other to pull Goku towards him so he can softly press his lips to the full blooded saiyan's once more. A change in pace from earlier but no less meaningful, no less passionate.
"I like you, too," Gohan intones against Goku's mouth. He wants Goku to feel the depth of his words, physically and emotionally.
Goku smooths another kiss on his son's lips before fully separating their mouths. "I know," he responds, contentedly. He squeezes the fingers that lie between his own emphatically. Gohan drops his hand back down to Goku's side as he trails his fingers down Gohan's cheek, jaw, and neck, mapping the way for his lips to follow.
Languidly gifted nips and sucks leave Gohan exhaling shaky breaths and closing his eyes at the sensation. Goku's solid weight between his legs makes him involuntarily squirm, suddenly desperate for more friction and fewer barriers between their bodies.
Goku eventually reaches the neckline of Gohan's shirt, disappointed at the obstacle keeping him from accessing more of his lover. "You have too many clothes on, Gohan," a pout evident in his voice.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Gohan breathes out. He nudges Goku so he'll understand to move off of him and sits up himself. Goku slides off to the side, now laying with his head propped up on his hand, tracking Gohan's hands in heated anticipation as the demi's fingers begin to raise up the hem of his shirt.
Gohan abruptly stops as he realizes something and Goku whines at the halted undressing.
"Aww, c'mon, don't tease." Is it so much to ask to see his son naked? Apparently.
Gohan laughs at the full blooded saiyan's melodramatics. "I just realized the lube is still downstairs in my bag," he swings his legs to the side of the bed, preparing to get up and says over his shoulder, "I'll be right back."
Before he can stand up, though, Goku sits up and shifts to the space beside Gohan, placing a foot on the floor. From his half kneeling half standing position, he grips Gohan's confused face by the jaw, causing his mouth to open just enough for Goku to slot their mouths together and slide his tongue inside. Gohan can barely keep up but he's content to just let Goku lick into his mouth.
Gohan feels overwhelmed by his partner's intensity in this moment, mind going fuzzy around the edges making it so he can only focus on the action and rhythm of their moving lips and tongues.
Goku licks once more along the roof of Gohan's mouth before pulling away with a wet smack. Gohan reflexively follows trying to get another taste and Goku grins at the display, swiping his thumb over the spit-slick skin of his son's lower lip.
"I'll go downstairs and get our stuff, you get undressed. Okay?"
In that moment, Goku could've asked him to do anything and his response would've been the same, "Okay."
Goku rewards him with one more salacious kiss then fully stands and leaves the bedroom. Gohan watches him walk out in a daze, cheeks flushed and mind still occupied with his father's fervid affection.
—-
When Goku returns, lube in hand, it's to the terribly alluring sight of Gohan lazily stroking himself from his place stretched out on the bed. Everything must fade into nothingness because all the full blooded saiyan can focus on is the way his son's teeth catch on his bottom lip as he swipes his thumb over the head of his cock before gliding his down, up, and down again. Goku wants to replace that hand with his own, or maybe with his mouth.
Gohan's eyes are locked onto his father's and he can't help the pleased smirk that pulls at his lips nor the flush that rests high on his cheeks from seeing the heady, enraptured look on his face. The watching while being watched is nice but he wants more, has been wanting more since their last intimate encounter, and he would much rather have his lover between his legs than his hand.
As if sensing his son's burgeoning impatience, Goku tosses the lube on the bed and makes quick work of shedding the rest of his clothes, haphazardly adding them to Gohan's own pile of folded clothing.
Gohan sits up in anticipation as Goku takes his time walking across the carpet towards the bed, eyes never once leaving the half blood's form. Feeling exposed due to more than his nudity he quips, "Any longer and I'll end up getting myself off."
Goku has the nerve to stop moving, acting as if he's pondering the possibility of such a scenario. "Hmm, would that really be so bad, though? I think I'd like to see it." Goku can play at teasing all he wants but his wide blown pupils and fully formed erection give away the game.
"Dad," Gohan whines, half playing along, half eager to just get his father over here, "We can try that later but right now I want you inside of me." His imploring seems to do the trick, not that he really thought that convincing was necessary to get his father in the mood, but it certainly encouraged him to be a bit more active in his approach.
Goku had apparently dropped all pretense as he finally climbed into the bed, smoothly placing himself above his son and dragging him by the hips so he's fully supine on the bed. Gohan let out a gasp at the movement and then a whimper as his cock brushed against his father's, electricity echoing through his nerves from the simple contact.
Goku reached down and coaxed his left leg up around his hip, gripping Gohan's firm thigh to use as leverage so he could roll his pelvis in his son's while using his forearm to balance, "Nngh, Gohan, baby, say it again, tell me how you want me."
Gohan's eyes had closed momentarily because of the pleasurable friction but he opened them to meet the heated intensity in his father's eyes. "I, I want you inside of me," he breathes out, the words almost tumbling out of his mouth. "I just wanna feel you again, wanna feel you everywhere, all the time." Gohan's hands reached around his partner, one moving to bury in Goku's hair and the other encouraging the slow movements of his hips.
Goku felt his face flush with desire and emotional overwhelm at his lover's earnest plea. "I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. Anything you want from me is yours." He'd never been one to deny his son.
Gohan could see the genuine willingness to follow through with those words in father's demeanor but he couldn't help but think the sentiment pretty and pointless; hard to take something like that seriously when what he really wants can't be asked for and can't be given.
He pulls the hand occupying Goku's hair between their bodies, smearing precum along their lengths and stroking them in time with the steady rhythm of Goku's hips. He hears his father moan in response. Doesn't matter, he thinks to himself, not when I have him right here, not when I get to call him mine, at least for this week.
Gohan brings the hand not in between themselves up to cup Goku's cheek, the other stilled for the moment, "Kiss me," the request simple but more reflective of his tenderhearted thoughts in tone than he would've preferred.
Goku shifted more weight to his knees so he could brush his fingers through some of the hair on Gohan's forehead. Eager to acquiesce to his son's desire, and even more eager to ease the disquiet he could see in his eyes, Goku first pressed a soft kiss to his lover's upper lip, savoring the contact for a moment before fully connecting their mouths.
Gohan's mind zeroed in on the sensation of a slick tongue sliding against his own, lips parting and coming together in a seductive tempo, making it impossible to focus on anything else besides that and the contact between their lower halves. He can't help the whimper that escapes from his mouth, Goku hungrily swallowing the sound.
Goku separates their mouths with a wet sounding smack just to shift down to the column of Gohan's throat. The half blooded saiyan mourns the loss of contact before he yelps at a particularly harsh nip. He can feel the other's chest rumble in laughter as an apologetic tongue laps over the reddening spot.
He continues mouthing his way down across Gohan's skin, licking along his clavicle then leaving wet kisses down the valley of his pecs until he eventually detours to the left and licks a wide stripe over his nipple.
"Ahhh," Gohan moans, a hand curling into the back of Goku's head, the other clenching into the plush sheets. Goku uses the tip of his tongue to flick over the hardening nub before taking it into his mouth, applying a delicious suckling pressure that has his son's toes curling.
His father is squeezing the other side of his muscled chest, fingers brushing over the nipple while occasionally using his nail to very lightly scrape over the sensitive flesh.
The younger man lets out a needy sounding whine. It's like every moment of contact between his lover's tongue and his nipples causes sparks to ripple through his core, making his cock pulse with arousal in turn.
Goku switches to Gohan's right pec, treating the area with the same fervor as the first. He shivers when the cool air meets the saliva-dampened skin of his left nipple. The sensation is enough to drive him mad and it's taking a lot of willpower not to just flip them over, lather some lube, and work his way down his father's wonderful cock.
"I want more, daddy," Gohan mewls. He knows from experience that his father could shower his body in affectionate attention for a long time but he's not in the mood for that right now. It feels like it's been an eternity since they last had enough time to join together with Gohan's work and Goku's time split mainly between training and farming. He wants to feel his father. He always does but in this moment, the desire is nearly all encompassing.
He can feel Goku freeze at his words. When he meets eyes with his lover, Gohan can see his wide blown pupils as a flush spreads across the apples of his cheeks. An amused smirk forms on his lips and a huff of laughter escapes him. The sound breaks whatever trance Goku seemed to be in.
With an accompanying eye roll, "Oh, don't be so pleased with yourself." The pout that takes over Goku's mouth is too endearing to resist so Gohan apologizes by pressing multiple sweet pecks on his partner's pursed lips, eventually easing the mild annoyance shown on his face.
"Don't be mad at me because you have a daddy kink," he says when they part, laughing at the way his father whines childishly, "Gohaaan", and ignoring the disgruntled murmurs under his breath in favor of locating the lube that lies beside them.
Goku's back to pouting and sitting between Gohan's legs by the time he's grabbed the lube and popped the cap. The half blooded saiyan presses the bottle into his partner's hands and watches with satisfaction as the pout is replaced with understanding. Gohan settles back into the plethora of pillows, preparing himself for, well, the preparation aspect of their lovemaking.
Goku immediately sets to work, bringing Gohan's left leg up onto his shoulder as he slides in closer. Gohan watches in rapt anticipation as his father squeezes some of the lube onto his fingers. His breath hitches as Goku lightly drags lube covered fingers over his son's cock, briefly fondling his balls before sliding right where Gohan wants him.
For a moment, Goku merely presses the pads of two fingers against the soft pucker of Gohan's hole, watching with no small amount of gratification as his lover's chest stutters on the intake of breath at the action.
Soon enough, Goku is entering the inviting heat with his index finger. When Gohan next exhales, it's almost like a sigh of relief.
"Mmm," he moans lowly, "You can start with two, I can take it."
"Patience, sweetheart," Goku replies, dragging his eyes up from the hypnotic sight of his finger disappearing and reappearing into and out of his son's hole. He trails a comforting hand up the length of Gohan's propped leg, starting at his thigh and ending on his shin before repeating the movement. He never stops the slow thrusting of his right hand.
Thoughts briefly flit through Goku's mind as he observes Gohan's reactions to his touch, his hands curling into the sheets, the way he bites his lip then licks over the abused skin just to end up doing it all over again. His son is always so eager when they're intimate, not that he himself doesn't get wound up when they're together but it's different. He takes a moment to pull out far enough to add another finger and presses a kiss to the side of his lover's calf when he tenses up at the increased stretch. Goku's glad he decided to take it slow.
As Gohan's moans pick back up, the older man wonders if his partner's impatience stems from something deeper. Gohan often approaches their sexual encounters with a ruthless kind of seduction, as if he has to convince Goku to desire him, work for it, and quickly too or Goku might change his mind about the whole thing. Of course, Goku can't be sure of anything until he talks with his son but he hopes that he's wrong. Gohan should know by now how much he cares about him. As a parent and, just as importantly, as a lover.
Despite Goku's ponderings, he hasn't been shirking his responsibility to provide thorough preparation and pleasure to his son. The scissoring motions of his fingers over the past minutes have ensured Gohan's ready for a third. He slowly draws out his fingers, lips quirking up in amusement at the disappointed whine his lover lets out. He leans over Gohan, bending his leg up to his chest while he eases three fingers into his son and holds himself up with his left arm.
Gohan's punched out breath from the change in position and additional finger soon turns into a sharp gasp as his father finally aims for his prostate.
"Ohhh, that's good," Gohan croons as the older man ceaselessly presses into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Kami, he can feel each individual digit padding and spreading along his walls. His body rocks involuntarily on his father's thick fingers, filling him up so good. But he knows it can be even better.
"Yeah?" Goku feels his cock twitch at the way Gohan tightens on his fingers, briefly imagining it's his cock that his pleasure stricken son is clamping down on. He can't contain the shudder that wracks through his body at the phantom sensation. He leans down, forehead meeting Gohan's sweat-dampened strands of hair.
"Yes, yes, it's so good, daddy. I- I can't, I want," Gohan cuts himself off, unable to speak past the overwhelm. His eyes are open but he can't process anything he sees. All he can do is feel, feel his nerves spark and radiate from every point of contact he holds with Goku, feel the heat between them threaten to rob him of his breath. He panics for a moment that he'll cum like this with his cock leaking and tense between their bodies. It'd be good but it wouldn't be what he wants. A keening sound breaks from his throat, pleading and desperate for more, more, more.
Sensing his son's swelling distress, Goku drops loving kisses along his hairline. "Shh, it's okay, baby, daddy's got you. I'll take care of you." He rests his lips on the skin of Gohan's forehead while he thrusts his fingers in and out a couple more times before slowly pulling them out of those slick walls.
Gohan feels a warmth unrelated to the physical conditions around them rise up from some internal depth at his father's declaration. His suredness is unequivocal, absolute in the same way he declares he'll take down a foe. It brooks no question nor argument besides from those who don't know his lover's character or who are simply too foolish to care.
He's always believed in his father. That didn't change when he first felt the romantic stirrings of attraction and it certainly hasn't changed now. He knows that he is taken care of. That Goku would never harm him, not maliciously at the very least.
This feeling of comforting fuzziness is enough to distract Gohan in the time since his partner has left him achingly empty. When he refocuses, he can see Goku tossing the lube off to the side, his own leg back on the bed, and stroking the generous amount of lube on his hand from the reddened tip down the length of his shaft. His father's eyes flutter, relishing the contact he's abstained from in lieu of focusing on his previous task.
Gohan swallows some of the excess saliva that pools in his mouth at the appealing sight. He can practically feel the pearling tip on his tongue, taste the heady flavor that is his father.
Goku must've glimpsed the hungry look on Gohan's face for he says with an indulgent half smile and half lidded eyes, "Another time, Gohan," while the hand not holding his cock cups his jaw and plys his son's spit slicked and kiss bruised lips with his thumb. "For now, how do you want this, sweetheart?" He gives one last brush against the plump skin of his lower lip and moves his hand to rest against the crook of his neck and shoulder, never stopping the slow movements over his aching length.
Gohan sits up, incapable of taking his eyes off of the man before him, and says, "I, I just want to see you."
Goku's eyes light up like that's exactly what he wanted to hear. "I think we can make that happen." He moves from between Gohan's legs to the space at his right, sitting down in a similar position to his son's and reclining against the pillows.
Gohan is already scrambling up onto his knees, having understood his father's intent. Once the older man is fully seated, Gohan swings a leg over his thighs and rests his hands on Goku's shoulders. The full blooded saiyan's eyes bore into Gohan's and he brings his hands up to rest on his son's trim waist, fingers splaying across warm, smooth skin.
Gohan reaches behind him to position himself over his father's cock, all the while maintaining the heavily intimate eye contact. They couldn't possibly tear their gazes apart, not now when they're finally going to connect once more.
When his cock head makes contact with the slick, very slightly gaping hole of his son, his hands flex and tense over Gohan's skin. He huffs out, "Go slow, Gohan. I don't want to hurt you."
Gohan simply and softly replies, "You won't," then promptly begins to sit back on the thick length.
His pace is steady but unyielding, falling onto Goku's lap with a whimper at the sheer fullness. Fuck, he can't believe it's this satisfying every time but it is, that truth is inside of him, pulsing with a desire to dismantle the very of core of him from the inside out.
He's curled into his father's neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders as he takes a moment to adjust to the staggering sensation. He doesn't know what is about this time but it's like he's feeling everything so intensely, like his nerves are buzzing at 110% and the longer this is drawn out, the more likely they are to fry. He can already tell he isn't going to last long.
Goku, for his part, can't process much besides hot and tight and the desire to thrust up into that supple heat but he can tell something about his lover is fragile right now, if not by the way he endearingly clings to him then by the mild tremors shaking his frame and the ragged breaths that puff out against his neck.
He wraps his arms around the gorgeous man in his lap, smoothing a palm up and down his back in an attempt to soothe some of the tense energy coursing through his son.
"Talk to me, sweetheart. How are you feeling? What do you need?" he implores, pulling back slightly to try and catch Gohan's gaze. He's alarmed, however, to find tears misting those eyes, tears brimming and wetting his eyelashes.
"Gohan, baby, tell me what's wrong? Do we need to stop?" He can tell Gohan's trying to gather himself enough to respond but every second that passes throws his senses more into deep concern. His eyebrows furrow and the corners of his lips pull down. He can't tell if he's hurting his son or if this is something else entirely. His mind briefly considers his earlier musings about Gohan's perspective of their relationship and wonders if this is related. He reaches a hand up to wipe away a fallen tear.
Gohan can't help the weak chuckle that bubbles out of his chest. This is ridiculous. He feels so affected and now he's gone and worried Goku during what's supposed to be a purely pleasurable moment. He leans into the hand tenderly caressing his cheek, looks into his partner's concerned eyes, and gives what he hopes resembles a stable and reassuring smile despite the thrumming under his skin vying for all of his attention.
"I'm good, I'm okay. I just feel out of sorts, I guess. You, uhm, feel amazing, daddy," he experimentally clenches on his father's girth and isn't disappointed when his nerves flare in pleasure once again. His eyes flutter shut and more tears slide down his cheeks. He rests his forehead against Goku's and shakily breathes, "I feel good, I promise. It's just a lot. In the best way. Sorry for worrying you."
Goku doesn't completely understand what his son means but his words and his erection dribbling precum onto his abdomen allow some of the tension to bleed out of him as he sighs in relief. In the absence of such concern, a pleased sort of giddiness begins to occupy the space as Gohan's words fully register.
"Don't apologize, baby," he wipes away some of the moisture that's collected under Gohan's eye. "I'm just glad you're not in pain," a grin plays at his lips, "Even more glad I've apparently got you crying from how good I feel inside you."
That shocks a weak laugh out of Gohan. "Oh, please, it's mostly your dick doing all the work," he quips, teasingly.
Goku's smile grows wider at Gohan's response. "I think I'll still count that as a win." Gohan rolls his eyes but doesn't refute it. Instead, he leans down to kiss the smile off his lover's mouth. He's not very successful considering his own smile is still in place but the contact is sweet and soothing.
Gohan still feels like he could vibrate out of his skin with every twitch of stimulation but he feels more emotionally grounded. Goku's always been good at that, anchoring him and his occasionally intense emotions, keeping his quick mind from running away with him.
Goku breaks away from their kissing with a moan when Gohan squeezes around him again. He kisses his cheek, skin still slightly salty, and uses both hands to knead at his son's ass cheeks, forcing some minor rocking. This time they both sound off as they moan from the light friction.
"Are you okay to move, honey," Goku asks, gauging his expression for any discomfort.
"I- yes, yeah, I can move," Gohan responds, eyes glazed but tone sure. He disengages from their embrace and the cool air that rushes between them is simultaneously a relief and an indication that he'd rather be pressed against his father as much as possible. That makes it a bit harder to move, though.
He encourages Goku to lay back and his hands rove down the expanse of pale skin laid out before him, fingers dipping into the curves and crevices of his powerful chest and abdomen before settling on his stomach. He feels Goku's hands slide to the top of his thighs.
The first time he moves, it's more grinding than anything else but it still makes him feel off kilter. Yes, this is what he's been craving. This is what he wants everyday, every time he sees Goku and can't have him. Suddenly the same fiery impatience that was consuming him earlier rears its head and he pulls himself halfway off just to quickly slide back down, the sound of his ass cheeks meeting Goku's thighs only slightly audible under Gohan's cry of pleasure.
Goku's so big that every stroke is always kind of rubbing against his prostate and it's so perfectly devastating Gohan can hardly focus on anything else besides establishing a rhythm so he can chase the endless pleasure that is fucking himself on his father's cock.
While Gohan picks up speed and intensity on top of him, his cock bobbing between them, Goku feels the breath being robbed from his chest. His son is a vision above him, lithe, beautiful, powerful, and his. With the way he's gripping him and crying out on his cock, Gohan could easily push him to orgasm in a few minutes. He'll hold out, though. He wants this to last just as much as Gohan does and to cut either of their pleasure short would be practically criminal, it would certainly be a shame.
Gohan's fingertips curl into the skin of his lover's stomach, leaving red trails as he utterly loses himself in the sensation of the drag of Goku's cock in and out of him. There's no one else in the world that could satisfy him this way, that could so completely meet his needs. His father, his lover, this man is everything to him and he can only be grateful to whichever god or supreme being allowed Gohan to have him for however much time he has.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, I- I love you, Goku. I love you so much," he breathes out in a high pitched keen. Goku's hands feel like brands on his skin and he wants what they're doing but, but more. His steady pace falters with this realization, causing Goku's cock to slip out. Gohan huffs in frustration but before he can get back into rhythm, he feels his partner shift from underneath him.
Goku sits up and presses his cock back into that wonderfully wet hole, keeping his eyes on Gohan's face. He coaxes his son's legs from under himself and around his waist instead. Gohan's eyes flutter and he groans at just how deep Goku is in this position.
"Gohan, sweetheart, can you look at me?" he entreats his lover, hands splayed on Gohan's lower back, keeping him from moving.
Gohan easily obliges, glassy eyes finding his father's from his position above him. Goku takes a few seconds to appreciate his flushed cheeks and sweat plastered hair, his red lips and shining eyes. So pretty, he thinks.
Once he's sure he has his son's full attention, he earnestly confesses, "I love you, too. More than anyone else, more than anything else, in this entire universe. I need you to believe that. Okay?"
Goku looks at him expectantly with this gentle, adoring look on his face and Gohan just nods, stunned at the impassioned words but that feeling is quickly being overpowered by sheer happiness.
Satisfied that his son seems to have properly received the message, he kisses his jaw and cheerily says, "Alright, let's get back to it." Goku threads his arms under Gohan's thighs and grips the firm flesh of his ass as he lifts his son up almost completely off his cock, his hole quivering around the tip, then swiftly brings him back down.
Gohan hastily places his hands on his father's shoulders to maintain his balance while he's lifted, the abrupt movement making him gasp. When he's brought down, his head tilts back with a shout, ecstasy shooting through his every cell.
"Ohh, yess, that's it, that's perfect, ahhh," the younger man moans. Goku is fucking him on his length like he weighs nothing and he's doing it while rubbing into Gohan's prostate with deadly accuracy. The half blooded saiyan curls a hand into the back of his partner's head.
"Nnngh," Goku groans at the squelching tightness around his dick and the hand in his hair. He leans in closer and licks up the column of his son's throat, scraping his teeth against the flesh, never faltering with the man in his arms.
Goku lifts his head up and pants, "Kiss me, Gohan." It's not a command so much as an urgent request and Gohan is eager to acquiesce. He wraps his other hand around the back of his lover's neck and leans down to meet his father's parted lips. It's uncoordinated and mostly consists of their tongues sliding together and lips meeting messily but neither of them could ask for anything more in this moment. They're so thoroughly connected; Goku's buried impossibly deep inside him, their torsos brush against each other with Gohan's erection delightfully trapped between them, and it's as if they can't fathom the idea of separating their mouths.
Gohan's whole body is alight with arousal and he can feel that fire in his core condense into something else, something sharper. His gut tightens and, at this point, he's too wracked with pleasure to do anything else but pant and moan against the corner of Goku's mouth.
Goku just keeps slipping him up and down his cock, no stutter or strain to his movements. The heat between them is driving him mad, clouding his brain and muddying whatever senses aren't focused on just taking the pleasure being bestowed upon him. He's gonna cum. It's gonna tear through him in any moment and he doesn't know what's gonna push him over the-
"Ohhh, fuck, yesss!" Gohan exclaims as Goku harshly brings him down on his lap, grinding into his prostate with ruthless intensity and completely filling his hole. His toes curl and his fingers spasm while his orgasm fucking rings through his whole body, reverberating through every inch of his nervous system. His cum paints Goku's stomach and the aftershocks keep him tense, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream.
The pressure around his cock from Gohan's orgasm is enough to drive his own to the surface. He removes his hands from underneath his son's legs and holds the younger saiyan to him with a hand on his lower back and another on his hip. He groans into the skin at Gohan's jaw as he releases into his son, hot cum marking those slick, clenching walls.
The warmth spilling from the pulsing cock still penetrating him pushes another weak moan out of Gohan who has now slumped fully into his father's shoulder. They both sit there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and basking in the aftermath of their orgasms.
Eventually, Gohan finds the strength to push himself up enough to find Goku's mouth for a more proper kiss, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. Goku has no problem responding and they languidly mesh lips and tongues to ease out of their session of lovemaking.
When they part, their foreheads rest together and they trade tired, sated smiles in serene silence, wrapped in each other's embrace.
The silence doesn't last forever, though, and Goku is the one to breach the quiet air. "You called me by my name."
Gohan raises an eyebrow in question before realization dawns on him. He averts his eyes and speaks lowly, voice hoarse, "Oh, yeah, I guess I did. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, it's fine, sweetheart. It, uh, feels right, natural at this point." Goku's wearing that reverent expression on his face, the one that makes Gohan simultaneously want to hide behind his hands and never look away. His insides are like warm goo and he wants to melt into this moment forever.
"So, does that mean I shouldn't call you 'daddy' anymore?" he teases, lightening the mood.
"Well, I don't really think that would be necessary," his father hastily corrects.
Gohan doesn't bother trying to hold back his laughter seeing the wide eyed, nervous look on the older man's face. "Hey, I'm joking," he slides a hand through his lover's hair. "I wouldn't do that to you," he says, ever so graciously.
Goku rolls his eyes in faux annoyance. "I know you like it just as much as I do. 'You feel amazing inside me, daddy'," his voice raises in pitch as he mocks the man in his lap.
Gohan averts his eyes, cheeks burning. "... Yeahhh, I can't really deny that," he murmurs.
It's Goku's turn to laugh now but he decides to spare his son more embarrassment. "We should get washed up, baby."
Gohan replies with a wry expression, "I don't think I have the strength to wash up right now."
Goku huffs a laugh. "I think I can find a solution for that." They share one last kiss, parting with a soft smack, before Goku lifts Gohan off of his softening cock and gently lays him down on the bed. "I'll be right back," he says, then hops off the bed, walking towards what is presumably the en suite bathroom.
Gohan's breath hitches at the complete loss of contact between them. He tears his eyes away from his lover's form after he walks into the bathroom on the far side of the room, and he's soon distracted by the sensation of cum dribbling out of his ass. He winces and tries to hold himself in a way to avoid soiling the sheets even more than they already have.
He hears water running in the sink and soon enough Goku comes back out with a washcloth in hand. When he makes it back to the bed, he carefully washes off some of the cooling sweat and dried tears on his son's face. Then, he does his best to clean up Gohan's thighs and ass before wiping off his front.
By the time Goku has disposed of the towel in the bathroom and made his way back to the bed, Gohan can feel the urge to sleep calling out to him.
The full blooded saiyan climbs into the bed and under the covers, easily pulling his son closer which prompts Gohan to wrap an arm over his stomach, head moving to press against his neck. Goku makes sure to pull the comforter over their bodies before laying a hand on Gohan's waist, pressing him close and encouraging the half blood to thread a leg between his own. He breathes a sigh of contentment and in this entwined position, the two lovers fall asleep, marking a peaceful end to their first day in the cabin.