Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with quite a complex series such as Dragon ball Z. I don't own it, nor do I wish I owned it, because that sounds like a lot of work...
Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' winter as a couple.
Word count: 1201
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Warnings: There is ANAL SEX in this chapter.
Our First December
Drabble #11- Cuddling (Revised)
Goten idly thinks that Trunks is rather enthusiastic for how reluctant he had seemed just a few minutes ago. In fact, the swivel chair they're in would probably be rolling all over the room if Goten's feet weren't planted firmly on the carpeted floor from how hard Trunks is bouncing on him. Not that he's complaining, or anything. He definitely isn't complaining.
It had started rather simply. Goten, resting on Trunks' bed in his dorm room, decided he was in the mood (Goten won't deny that he was pretty much always in the mood when it came to Trunks). Trunks, of course, had to be his difficult self, and claimed that he had to work on another stupid paper for another stupid class. He had quite literally sat there in his stupid 'spinny chair', writing out his rough draft like Goten didn't have a boner to end all boners. Goten, of course, would not stand to be ignored in his time of need. One thing led to another, until suddenly he found himself sitting in said 'spinny chair' with Trunks riding his lap like Alexis Texis. It really wasn't all that difficult persuading Trunks into this position, so he figures it's safe to assume that Trunks' frustration with writing papers makes him more susceptible to wanting sex. Strange, Goten thinks with a hum brewing in his throat while he grips warm, sinful hips, but definitely something he shan't forget.
Goten stops thinking, because the fingers buried in his hair and the tight heat around his dick is incredibly, pleasantly, distracting.
Goten sits up a bit in his chair to latch onto the pink nipple that's moving like a blur in front of his face. His head is cradled as he nibbles and sucks, and the hips are no longer bouncing but rather rolling and gyrating and fuck.
When he releases the red, wet, and hard bud, those lovely hips are bouncing up and down on his thighs again. Trunks' hands are everywhere on him: in his hair, holding the nape of his neck, gripping his shoulders, and pressing against his chest. Goten's hands are everywhere too: kneading hips and ass, rubbing up and down a muscled back, tangling in lavender hair, brushing hard nipples, and running across swollen lips. Goten could never keep his hands to himself and saw no reason to start now.
Goten closes his eyes, because if he keeps them open they will undoubtedly roll into the back of his head regardless. The noises of the room are amplified by his lack of sight: his own gasping, the squeaking of the chair, Trunks. Goten bit his own lip, quieting himself so he could hear it all. The sweet moans and gasps that spilled from Trunks' beautiful lips were like music to Goten's ears, especially with the knowledge that he was the one causing them. A symphony of his own making, all for him.
Their faces are so very close. The hands that were all over his body are now cradling his cheeks. He looks up at Trunks, who looks down at him with those beautiful blue eyes.
"Goten," Trunks says, a whisper.
Goten groans at the way his name sounds from that voice. "Huh?"
"I... can't..." Goten doesn't know what Trunks can't do, until the older boy's head falls to rest against his shoulder. Goten's arm wraps tight around Trunks back while his other goes to grip Trunks' hip, and with both, he helps his exhausted body continue it's rhythm. Trunks' hardened cock rubs up against the muscles of Goten's abdomen, begging for attention, before Trunks finally gives it to himself. Goten can feel Trunks' knuckles beating against his abs as he fists himself, moaning Goten's name over and over again in his ear.
When Goten can tell that Trunks is close, he makes his hips slam down harder, causing them both to cry out. Trunks takes back control, so Goten wraps both of his arms around his body, holding him tight. Trunks' name falls from his lips as he feels hot, thick liquid spritzing his stomach. It doesn't take much more for Goten to finish, and they are both left to sit there, snuggled together, trying to catch their stolen breaths back.
Goten feels Trunks head shift on his shoulder, but otherwise, makes no move to get up. "Fuck you... I'm tired now."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Goten asks, his lips brushing against Trunks' cheek.
"It is when you've got a paper to write. I'm going to take a nap." Trunks' head turns to regard the clock on the desk behind them, which stated that it was well into the night. "Or just go to sleep. Again, fuck you, Goten."
Goten helps Trunks pull his legs from the chair. When Trunks moves towards his bed, Goten tugs his condom off quickly—they really only used them when they weren't trying to make a mess—and ran up behind his retreating boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him off his feet. Trunks laughed and protested while Goten ran them the rest of the way there, before plopping them both onto Trunks' bed.
"Goodnight," Goten sings in his face.
Trunks rolls his eyes. "Don't be annoying."
"If I wasn't annoying you'd be bored all the time." Goten kisses Trunks' nose, before rolling over to face the opposite way.
Trunks blinks, because isn't this the part where Goten spoons up behind him like a leech. An annoying, heavy, love leech?
Trunks blinks again, because Goten still hasn't turned over, and despite the blankets on his bed, he's feeling rather cold.
Goten gave a very fake snore, and Trunks felt his brow twitch.
He wanted to cuddle; he always wanted to cuddle. Trunks was what you would call, a 'closet-cuddlier' and he had no problems admitting that... to himself. He didn't really have to admit it to anyone else, because Goten always started it anyway. Except times like this, apparently, when he knew that Trunks wanted to fucking cuddle and had to be fucking difficult about it.
He doesn't understand why no one will believe him when he says Goten is a manipulative little shit.
Determinedly ignoring his burning cheeks, he rolls over and draws up his knees to align with Goten's. His arm comes up to wrap around Goten's waist, and immediately Goten's hand is pulling on his wrist to bring him closer. Trunks is still very annoyed, because Goten sort've tricked him, but decided to let it go, and snuggle up closer.
They don't normally do it this way. Since Goten always starts it, he always the one draping over Trunks' body like a humanoid blanket. Trunks will, once again, admit to himself that he likes Goten's chest against his back and his arms around him, just as he likes the way Goten's weight holds him down when he's draped on top of him. He definitely knows that Goten likes it too.
Trunks nuzzles his face into the back of Goten's neck and thinks that holding him this way isn't too bad either.
He closes his eyes, comforted against the warmth of Goten's skin, and decides that his paper could wait until tomorrow.
End