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Broly was wandering the side of the planet, Paragus was relentless with his device, but distance helped him clear his thoughts a bit.
It’s weird seeing other saiyajins after so long, Prince Vegeta’s pronunciation is rusty and the other doesn’t even know it. It’s a bad omen for their survival. Still, they can communicate with the common galactic for now, and as far as he’s aware, Paragus' plan to eliminate the royal bloodline is just an exercise in futility.
As he wanders, wondering where the original inhabitants of the planet went to this time, he smells something unfamiliar. Curious, he decides to walk over, and as he comes near, he also beholds something that wasn’t there before in this barren ground.
White flowers spring forth in a wide field. In the middle of the greenery, a young boy sits with his hands in the ground. He looks like him, but on closer inspection he has some features that mark him as alien. Probably one of the other warriors that came with the saiyans.
He tries to stay quiet, but the boy notices him anyway. As he turns, he seems to perk up in alert, cautious, but unwilling to make the first move. He’s not dumb then, he recognizes when danger lurks. Still, he’s more entertained for now, and willing to take advantage of any interaction he can get without the mental interference.
He levitates over to the boy, slowly, as to not startle him, and to also see what those flowers are. They smell sweet, and very fragrant, but not to the point of being overwhelming. Their white petals shine in the blue light the sky-star provides.
His gaze then is directed to the young alien, and he manages to see a tail like his, but where his is pure black, and of average length, the other one is almost as long as his body, with a white tuff at the end. Besides that, his black hair and eyes, even with his thin frame give him out. He’s also a saiyan, if only in part. Did the Prince find another species that is compatible with them?
“Hello…?”
The voice snaps him out of his thoughts, but not because of how it sounds, rather, he’s speaking in a language he thought dead.
“Are you Prince Vegeta’s… friend…?”
There’s doubt in his words, but it seems that it stems from him being unsure of his words, rather than being afraid. Very curious.
“Friend is not the word I would use… technically speaking, I’m his half brother, but as we don’t really know each other, I’m just an acquaintance.”
How much of it do you understand? He is paying attention with sharp eyes, and seems to get the context, by his mumbling some of the words.
“I see. As his half brother, do you want to stake a claim for the throne?”
His pronunciation is still off, but less so than before, he’s smart. The accent from his mother tongue gives the words a melodic flow.
“And govern over what kingdom? The crown is only for show.”
As far as he’s aware, at least. There may be hope for the saiyans, but their culture is on its last legs.
“Then why not take it off?”
Hmm? Oh, he means the one he wears right now.
“I can’t do it myself.”
“Eh…?”
He probably thinks it has something to do with culture, how he wishes it was like that.
“Do… Do you want me to take it off for you?”
What? Doesn’t he… No, he does not. He may be a saiyan, but his features aren’t like Vegeta’s. On closer inspection, he looks like the other one. He may have learnt Saladian from the Prince, but he does not share blood with him. There’s also a lack of knowledge about technology, either because they haven’t found a way to make something like what he wears, or they’re far more primitive than what he thought.
“If you would.”
He tries to keep the excitement out of his mannerism, which is not hard. Hope for freedom is a new feeling, but he has long since learned to contain himself less he gets controlled for longer than he would like.
The young boy floats up to be level with his head, negating the need for him to bow. The hands of the other are calloused, but quite delicate as they take off his crown. He makes sure not to hurt him when he untagles it from his hair. As he floats down, with his prison in the young one's hands, he finds himself closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
Everything is so much… More.
There’s colors, and sounds, and smells that were always there… but now they’re far less dampened. He can feel and appreciate the wind caressing his skin, taste the pollen in the air… and he can also feel the energy around him. He was never so aware of his own power as he is now.
Quickly, he grabs the damned crown, and chucks it against a rock he can see in the distance. The stone crumbles, and the metal bends. For good measure, he throws a small concentrated blast to melt the offensive object.
He notices that the boy hadn’t flinched. He looks surprised by his reaction, but he followed his movements with ease. He’s powerful then, just doesn’t appear like it… That’s dangerous.
Having him by his side though… Maybe Paragus would finally taste a bit of his own punishment.
“My thanks. That crown had technology in it that forced me to obey anyone of higher rank.”
His eyes widen, now fully grasping the weight of his actions, but there’s no remorse in his gaze. How can he afford to be sympathetic to others?
“Is there anyone else?”
“No, just me.”
“Good.”
Oh so very curious, indeed.
Broly manages to get the name of the youngling in exchange of his own. Gohan, son of Goku, or Kakarott.
He also learns that the flowers here aren’t native to the planet, Gohan brought them from his homeworld, Earth, to see if they could be grown in this environment. They normally don’t grow so fast, but the half saiyan learned a namekian technique that allows him to transfer his own energy to other beings, letting them absorb it to become stronger. That they grow so strong and fast is a testament to the young one's energy, and Gohan is not the least bit winded after feeding a full field.
As we speak, the planet starts to enter its night cycle. Gohan stands. He’s preparing to leave… Broly doesn’t want this to end so soon.
When the young boy floats up, The older saiyan moves. He grabs onto the small, delicate hand that helped him, and the earthling looks back at him, startled.
“Don’t leave.”
It may be worded as a command, but the tone makes it sound like a plea.
Gohan's gaze softens as he turns to face him, but his eyes shift as if looking for something. Finally, they settle, and he finally puts his feet on the ground once more.
“No one seems to be looking for me, I can stay a bit longer.”
I want to ask what he means, but there’s a new scent in the air, just as sweet and fragrant as the flowers, but it’s also a bit sharp, like it wants to make my tongue catch fire and sneeze it out.
Gohan also seems to be getting tired, by his eyelids drooping and soft blush on his cheeks. The young boy leans on my arm when his eyes close, but on contact, he snaps away.
“Sorry!”
Instead of answering verbally, Broly lifts his hand towards the young face. He brushes a bit of hair behind Gohan’s ear, then cups his face softly.
There’s a scar on his brown that almost touches his eye, and continues down his cheek. It mars his soft features, but it’s proof that he has come close to death, and came out triumphant.
“Broly?”
His hand lingers a moment longer, the thumb caressing softly the delicate lips. Gohan blush intensifies, and his eyes flutter shut. He leans more heavily into Broly’s hand, and the elder shifts it slowly down his neck.
The full blooded saiyan leans towards the shorter one’s neck, and the scent he was searching for moments ago makes itself apparent. The young half saiyan is entering a proper heat. Probably because he’s the first non-hostile, not familiar saiyajin he has found. He seems around the correct age to develop sexually, too.
Broly allows himself to bask in the scent, appreciating it fully now that he has no dampeners. It fills his nose, his lungs, his mind, and he can only think about the one who brought such a marvelous smell to him.
Gohan, Gohan, Gohan.
He is indeed a curious, dangerous, lovely creature.
And he’s all his for the taking.
With that though in mind, he lets his hands wander over his prize. From his neck where he can feel the baby hairs in the nape of the boy, he slides it softly towards where he can feel his pulse beating fast. He’s still so uncertain and nervous.
He brushes the tip of his nose against his temple, and after a deep inhale of the intoxicating scent he shushes softly in his ear. His only response is an audible gulp.
Taking that as permission to continue, he allows his fingers to wander a bit lower, feeling the soft material that covers his shoulders move with his bare touch. It’s the same orange that Kakarott was wearing, but it suits Gohan so much better than that oaf. Where his touch lingers, he can feel the soft skin interlaced with scar tissue. The small shivers the young saiyan makes gives him an idea of how sensitive he is right now. Just his touch seems to leave warm trails that strengthen the scent of his heat.
He follows the shape of his bare arms down to his biceps, noting the difference between each one. While his hand lingers on the interesting texture of the wound over his left shoulder, the other leaves the arm to land lightly on his side. He finds the thin waist of the shorter one, and wonders… If he squeezed with both hands, would his fingers wrap all around?
The answer is made clear when both of his hands land there. His fingers barely touch each other. If he puts any more strength into his grip, he may hurt the small saiyajin.
That thought sends a thrill down his spine, to the tip of his tail. Fuck, he was getting dizzy just with the imagine in his head, all his blood rushing south. He wants this to last.
He slides his hands towards the half saiyan’s hips, feeling all the small tremors and contractions he seems to make unconsciously. He chuckles at this, not being able to help the devious smile that grows on his lips.
He pulls Gohan closer to his body, and the poor thing only keeps his arms close to his chest, palms spread open but still, breath getting heavier as he intakes more of Broly’s musk. He lets his hands trail towards the back, fully planning on groping the globes hidden under the training clothes… until fur tickles the sides of his fingers.
Gohan’s tail is bristled and swishing erratically, and it gives him inspiration.
One of his hands moves towards the base of the appendage, and seizes it within his grasp, forcing a choked, startled gasp from the young one's mouth. His face flushes crimson, and the small smile on Broly’s lips turns into a smirk as he feels the delicate hands move from the confined space between their bodies, to grasp his shoulders. For all the uncertainty in the movements, Gohan has quite the firm grip.
Once again, the earthling tries to speak… but he can’t understand a word, it seems that he went back to his mother tongue, by the melodic way it flows out even as he tries to speak anything other than gibberish. It’s curious, but he prefers the other sounds Gohan can make.
So he squeezes his tail a bit harder, and his reward is a squeaky moan.
Gohan, for his part, can barely form complex thoughts through the sweet, hazy fog. It’s like everything is muddled and murky, the only thing he can fully understand is Broly. His touch, his smell, his breaths, chuckles and rare words he can’t quite make out in his state. He feels contained within the arms of the older saiyan. The warmth that was becoming hotter and more unbearable seems to go down with every contact they make. Thinking seems to only bring him a headache, there was something he should be doing…
“Gohan, do you want me to kiss you?”
He hears the sharp tones of the saiyajin language, Vegeta taught him much, but even he only knows part of his own language, using it mostly to talk in private with Nappa and Raditz, and using galactic the rest of the time. The Prince is smart, but anyone is bound to forget if they don’t practise. They’re recovering this language together. The whole point of the trip was to see if anything from their culture could be saved.
But for the life of him, he doesn’t understand that request.
‘What does “kiss” mean?’
He gets his answer when Broly leans towards him and presses his lips firmly onto his.
It’s a chaste kiss, but the older saiyan doesn’t let it stay that way for long. An unexpected stroke to Gohan’s tail has the younger one’s mouth opening slightly and Broly wastes no time deepening the kiss. His tongue softly explores the smaller mouth, prompting playfully at the other to interact.
Gohan tries to push away from the other, attempting to get oxygen to his deprived lungs, but his strength eludes him.
Eventually, they both need air, and they separate once more. The taller saiyan is barely out of breath, but the shorter is left gasping, unable to control his own.
Broly goes back to nuzzling the other’s neck, seeking to stimulate the glands into producing more of the scent. The taller saiyan starts to lay kisses on the skin, followed by licking a long strip up to his ear, and then coming back to leave a few hickeys.
This prompts a full body shudder from the shorter one, body tensing, then going limp. His eyes unfocus and become half lidded, looking ahead but not at anything in particular. His scent starts to come off more intensely.
Gohan falls forwards, and Broly catches him in his arms. They’ve lingered here for a long time, and it’s possible that the others may try to find the young one. It’s better to move locations, find a den where they can continue without potential disturbances…
He knows just the place.
The pure blooded saiyan accommodates the other so he hangs wrapped around his front, His erect penis easily being felt. Not that he’s trying to be modest. Once he has a good grip, he starts towards his sleeping quarters inside a building that has more than enough space for him and Paragus both, plus a few others.
They won’t be disturbed, he prefers the higher floors, while the others rest closer to the ground. It would be great to let the whole thing fall onto the bastard, but he has more important things to do.
His flight is marked by a few flowers and petals that scatter by the force of the wind he makes, but they’re soon left behind when they catch a different current.
Once they arrive, Gohan seems to manage to regain some of his faculties.
“Wha- What’s happening?”
Broly doesn’t answer immediately, instead preferring to put the younger one down near a wall. The earthling leans heavily on the support the stone provides, trying to not fall down.
“You’re in heat, like a proper saiyan… You want a mate.”
As he answers, the older man crowds the petite one’s space, enclosing him against the wall with his arms, and lodging one of his legs between the other’s, to make sure he stays in place.
Gohan looks up, clear confusion in his face. The language barrier and heat clearly working against him to phrase out what the other wants to tell him. It seems Broly will have to use simpler words then.
“I’m going to help.”
The youngling opens his mouth to answer, but before he can even attempt to form a sentence, the saiyajin slowly pushes his leg up between his thighs, towards his intimate zone. That makes Gohan shudder from the new sensation that brings pleasure he never felt before.
He tries to lean forward to look at what is pressing him down, but he is intercepted by Broly, who catches his mouth with his own to force another kiss between them.
Gohan closes his eyes in response, the overwhelming heat making him dizzy, but otherwise allowing the other to advance on him. The kisses do make him feel better, and he wants to not feel as hot as he does. He hugs the taller one’s neck to get a better angle for the kiss.
Not wasting any time, the older one starts to use his hands once more to explore the small body. As he lifts the shirt, his hands wander near the chest of the other. His fingers follow the curve of the pecs, until he finds the areola. He has to work a bit to find the nipples, which are inverted, but with a bit of prying, he manages to get the firm tissue out.
Broly flicks one of the nipples softly with a finger. Then reaches out for both and squeezes .
Gohan gasps into the kiss, the unexpected pinching more overwhelming than anything else he ever felt. His whole body trembles as he comes untouched for the first time, ruining his pants.
The pure blooded saiyan chuckles as the other comes down from his high. An embarrassed flush reaching the younger one’s ears, and down his neck in response to the entertainment the other gets at his expense. He shifts his gaze away, but his eyes widen at hearing the proposition Broly makes to him, while lightly tugging at his clothes.
“Let’s take those off, shall we?”
Back in the spaceship where the earth heroes arrived, the mentor of Gohan, Piccolo, is waiting for his pupil to arrive. He has tried to contact him through telepathy when he failed to come at the time agreed to beforehand, and his Ki has also been a no show.
He’s not worried, there’s little more than nothing that can harm the half saiyan, but there’s always other ways to get rid of people, and saiyajins have always been an overzealous lot.
“Yo, Piccolo!”
Case in point, his travel companions.
“Have ya heard from Gohan? I’ve been busy with Vegeta n’ haven’t got a chance to check on'em.”
“Hmph. Cut the bullshit Kakarott, we both know how focused you get in spars. Everything else falls to the wayside of your pea-sized brain.”
“Well that’s just rude! Ya wanna go at it again?”
They’re butting heads like bulls. Completely absorbed in their they spat to even spare a thought to the youngest of the group. At least they confirmed his suspicions about them seeing the kid around.
Frustrated, Piccolo decides to fly towards the last direction he felt Gohan’s energy. If he was doing his flower experiment and lost track of time because of this atmosphere, he’ll just beat punctuality inside his brain.
The young earthling is so embarrassed! He doesn't know what’s happening, but doesn’t hate it, either. He’s flustered and naked after he came all over himself just from feeling Broly’s hands (which, admittedly, are very nice hands) and a bit of pressure on his cock. Truly, how much more pathetic can he get?
It doesn’t help that the older saiyan was just watching him strip, and while having a bit of clarity is all fine and dandy, it couldn’t have chosen a better time!? Stupid body, stupid heat, stupid Broly with his hungry gaze and handsome features and…
‘How would he look without all those clothes…?’
His brain is in the gutter. Truly, puberty is a curse.
‘Still, how do I even start to ask him to get naked in Saladian??? Or Galactic for that matter!?’
His head spins from the images he’s conjuring up against his will. He needs to close his eyes before all his blood rushes to his head too fast for him to keep standing straight.
‘He’s still hung up on that? His libido has never been this high, is the heat really making him that horny? Well, in for a penny…’
Before Gohan could formulate his request, he feels warm skin against his. Broly must have taken advantage of his lack of awareness to come close and sneak behind his back. Quickly he turns around and opens his eyes to look up.
“Pretty.”
The young one blushes furiously, knowing he just received a compliment by the tone. He tries to recover a bit of personal space walking back, but the older one follows each step he takes with one of his own.
Soon, they’re by a bunch of mattress and soft padding that forms a comfy looking futon-like nest. But instead of falling on top of it as Gohan expected when his foot got snagged in one of the blankets, Broly grabs onto his butt and hitches him up his hips. Unconsciously, his tail wraps loosely around the other saiyan wrist.
“You seem eager. Good, we both want this then. Let’s continue.”
He can make out most of that sentence, at least. Does he want this? He wants the heat to go away, and the kisses and touches are nice, but he just meet Broly. He’s not sure at this point. His brain is mush and as he goes longer without pleasure, it becomes harder to tell want from need. Should he really be going so far? He hasn’t said yes, but neither has he told him no, or stop for that matter…
The taller male gives him no more time to think, claiming his lips with decisiveness and ferocity, once more stealing his breath away. He forces his mouth open, biting his lower lip and splitting it. He can taste his own blood when the other smears it against his tongue.
When they part, a small string of drool keeps their lips connected, but it soon falls apart and ends going down Gohan’s chin. He knows it’s not the only part of him that’s leaking, by how wet it has become between his legs. This was something he noticed happening since they arrived on the planet, but he has not checked what it is…
But if he’s in heat, and he’s part alien, then… It could be… It… What is it?
It’s hard to finish that sentence, when Broly has taken to lick up his chin to the corner of his lips, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes over his jaw, until he reaches his ear.
He bites and tugs gently at his earlove in a very distracting way. Not helping matters by blowing gently on the reddened cartilage, and caressing it softly with the tip of his tongue. His breathing is very labored, and he kinda wants all that attention lavished onto his neck for some reason.
He barely manages to catch what the other says. The result being his face blushing to a point it seems to make steam come out of his ears.
“I want your help, would you get on your knees for me?”
He feels himself being lowered, and something beyond him compels him to follow on the command, even if it’s worded as a request. He doesn’t make eye contact as he slowly kneels before Broly, right between his legs, and comfortably seated in the mattress. He’s too embarrassed to look up, but his curiosity wins when he hears the shuffling of cloth.
The red waist cloak has been folded around his belt to let his pants opening be exposed. From it, a rather intimidating cock springs forth. It mostly looks like a human’s, except for the base, where a knot seems to rest, and the size, being fairly larger than average.
It bounces a bit, then stays in a resting position, slightly curved up, but mostly parallel to the floor. Gohan isn’t smacked with it, the size difference doesn’t allow contact. But the musk it gives off… The younger one is drawn closer by it, nosing it gently and nuzzling closer and closer to the base.
Before he reaches it though, Broly extends his hand to cup the other’s chin. Softly moves him back to the tip of the erect member, and says something that doesn’t need translation when the actions are so clear.
“I want you to suck me off.”
Piccolo hasn’t been flying for too long, but the speed he’s maintaining is far too slow for his tastes. He needs to scout the area in case Gohan pops out of nowhere on his way back to the ship, but there’s no sound, sight or energy to trace back to him.
At least, that was the status quo until he reached a field full of white flowers. They all look vibrant under the moonlight, the white of their petals almost blinding. Their lush green leaves are healthy looking and the full patch of plant life extends for miles.
Still, within their abundance, there’s no sight of the young half saiyan. Having no other option, Piccolo plucks one of the flowers closest to him, and maks way back to the spaceship.
As he reaches his destiny faster than he left it, He sees his two companions. It seems that the other 2 didn’t get into a fight, in the end. Which is good for the surrounding area, and not so much for his mood.
“Back so soon?”
Vegeta's prideful voice never stops trying his patience, but he has an objective, and hopefully, the bad feeling he’s getting from the energy in his hand is just a minor inconvenience and not something worse.
“Gohan wasn’t there, I’m going to try a different method.”
He grabs one of the kitchen bowls for rice and fills it with water, then, he carefully puts the flower in the center of the plate, and using a bit of Ki, manages to keep the water bearing instrument still in the air. After a bit of waiting, the flower starts to drift slowly in a slightly skewed direction to the field he retrieved it from.
“He’s this way.”
He doesn’t wait for any acknowledgement from the others before he’s flying in the direction the flower indicates, but he does hear the others follow him, with Goku coming a bit later with a bundle of cloth in his arms, and rapidly approaching closer to him.
“How’d ya know? If he’s hiding his ki to the point we can’t feel him, why let a flower decide?”
‘Idiot.’
Who doesn’t think that in their small group when thinking of the orange clad saiyan is up for debate.
“Dende explained that anything that was fed energy from another, will end up connected. Gohan gave this flower and the lot from the field some of his energy, and now this thing is basically a radar tuned to Gohan’s energy for as long as it’s alive.”
Goku falls silent and slowly goes back to a triangular formation as they fly over the aforementioned field. He clutches the white cape closer to his body to make sure he doesn’t lose it. This planet is colder than Earth at night, and he’s sure Gohan will appreciate an extra layer.
As they fly towards the direction the flower indicates, none of them see the other plants slowly start to wilt.
After that bold statement, it only seems to take a minute for Gohan to understand what’s asked of him. His eyes widen, but they’re still unfocused. They seem to manifest a white pupil from time to time, but it’s not for long, and the shape isn’t always round. Could it be a trait of his other parent?
“I… I don’t know how.”
The uncertainty in his answer is quite cute. But he wants some relief of his own, damnit.
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn.”
There’s still apprehension in his gaze, but it seems to be pushed to the side when he gets another whiff of his scent. The young one’s hands reach slowly up to his shaft, wrapping around, but unable to close completely without using both. He’s not squeezing at all, just holding it in place as his mouth goes near the tip.
He touches lightly on the head, a filthy chaste kiss. A bit of pre stays on his upper lip, and he licks it unconsciously. His eyes become half lidded after that, and he starts to give kitten licks all over the underside. His hands put a bit more strength in their hold, and start to pump slowly. Now that there’s a bit more action, the older one brings one of his hands towards the top of the other’s head.
That makes them both share eye contact, but Gohan doesn't stop his ministrations. It’s not the most exciting thing, but the fun had just begun, after all.
He once again is nuzzling his balls, seems he’s attracted to the place the musk is the strongest. Everything he does is with gentleness, even the way he mouths at his sack is akin to worship.
He has never felt such a gentle touch, and yet, Gohan is giving him things he never thought to ask for.
Once the shorter one is satisfied with his exploration, he goes back to the tip of his own volition. The hand he keeps there is mostly to pull him back in case he accidentally nicks him, but it seems unnecessary. He allows himself to reciprocate some of the affection shown by petting his hair.
It seems he’s running on instinct at this point, his tail thumping happily at the attention he’s getting. It moves weirdly, though…
He’s distracted from his observations as the half saiyan slowly pushes the tip inside his mouth. He’s just trying to get as much as possible inside, but his tongue is still. He’s also not really pumping anymore, and that won’t do.
Broly thugs lightly on the hair he’s holding, and Gohan complies, backing out. He looks up at him with his adorable confused look and a pout, as if he took away a favorite snack. Now, how to explain what needs to be done with the language barrier?
“Try to kiss it. Like I did with you.”
The earthling seems to understand, and goes back to the tip to try again quite eagerly. Now, he does use his tongue, swirling it around, and his hands seem to have found a rhythm to pump that which he hasn’t taken into his mouth with each shove of his head.
This is a bit better, but not the best he ever had…
And then Gohan deepthroats him.
He’s trying to reach his base, his hands are holding onto his cloak for dear life as he swallows around his prize. He seems to be smiling, a very soft purr coming from deep within his chest. Self satisfied with taking him off guard.
It’s more than he bargained for, truly. No one can blame him for what the little minx caused.
He comes fast down the other’s throat.
Gohan is taken by surprise, and he starts to pull out to avoid choking or biting down. It’s tempting to keep him against his pelvis, but he doesn’t want to spook him. Maybe some other time.
The youngling starts to heave and cough, even if his sperm is still coming out towards him. It lands on his hair, face, and a bit on his chest, but it seems it wasn’t a very potent shot. He’s left coughing what he didn’t reflexively swallow.
It makes for a pretty sight, he has laid another claim on the saiyajin, and he seems upset over not getting all of it, if the small tears and gasps are anything to go by. Of course, it could also be the gag reflex, but he prefers to not focus on that.
The poor thing is all filthy now, but Gohan’s a warrior through and through, and he hasn’t shown any fear yet. It seems it was the right call to not face fuck him. Still, he does prefer when he’s not completely covered in cum. It’s sexy while it's wet, and bothersome when dry.
Broly kneels down before the other, and cups his face softly. Then he simply starts to clean the young one’s face, licking him lightly. That gets him another purr of contentment, as he takes away all the sticky stuff.
Once he has gotten most of it, he brings his lips to the other for another kiss. Gohan is excited to kiss him again, by the way he opens his mouth the moment they’re close enough. The elder pushes his tongue inside to wrestle with its companion, allowing the semen that still lingers to smear on the other.
As the youngling tastes more of the sperm, they both go down slowly towards the bedding. Broly needs to untangle himself, so he pushes Gohan away. Now, with the half saiyan splayed out, and him on top, he can explore the other’s body more thoroughly.
It’s quite thrilling to see the small one so submissive, incapable of even processing what’s about to come, either from inexperience, or just the effects of the heat. For all his smarts, he can be brought down by his own biology.
His ogling seems to fluster the other, which is funny, because he can be quite shameless when he’s not aware. Anyways, it’s high time he starts with the meal before him.
Instead of kissing him again, Broly starts to leave a trail of kisses and hickeys down his throat. Biting once or twice to draw a squeak from the other. He keeps going lower, until he reaches his pecs, and starts to massage them slowly.
Gohan seems unable to keep watching, so he brings his hands up and hides himself from view. Though he catches him peeking from time to time. The young one’s tail, though, winds around his arm, it’s far more soft than his own. He returns the favor by winding his own against the smaller one thigh.
With it so close to his line of sight and in contact with him, he finally makes out what bothered him. Near the tip, the earthling’s tail seems to move differently than his own, because it’s crooked. Seems like someone targeted that weak point once.
As much as it infuriates him that someone touched what’s now his like that, he can’t do anything about it. He decides to distract himself from his anger by targeting the other’s nipples.
He brings his mouth closer, and he slides his tongue over the nub.
The results are instantaneous. Gohan arches up, a loud moan escaping him, and his hands leave his face in favor of holding onto the sheets.
That attitude makes him feel better, so he continues licking and sucking one, then the other sensitive bud. He also enjoys surprising the other biting the supple skin, and seeing him jump each time.
The multiple sensory experiences seem to overwhelm the youngling, and his tail starts to unwind. Before it falls to the ground, however, Broly takes it on one hand, and starts to caress it with his thumb. Gohan’s tail puffs up, shivering.
While the other is distracted, the taller one brings himself lower. Now, he’s facing Gohan’s intimate area. As expected, while his body is male presenting, he still has the necessary parts for bearing children.
The pure blooded saiyan brings himself towards the lower lips, and gives that part a long, broad lick. The unexpected action brings both of the half saiyan soft tights down on his head, clamping them in place. It takes a bit of time for the other to relax and allow the older one to move. This time though, Broly puts both hands on his legs to avoid another reaction like that, not that he minds, but it’s not what he’s after right now.
He once more brings his mouth closer, kissing the clit and playing with it. He can hear Gohan’s moans as he unravels. He easily finds the opening, and wastes no time getting his tongue into it. There’s some resistance, but after all the orgasm the youngling had, it’s minimal.
He enjoys the threat before him, sweet in a way he can’t describe, far more strong that the scent that already impregnated the room. He manages to look up at his soon to be mate's face, and sees something that makes his erection hurt.
The earthling has brought one of his hands up to his mouth, middle and pointer finger making their way inside, softly touching the tongue that’s hanging slightly out of his open mouth, breathing heavily. His cloudy eyes are trying to focus on him, with his pupils turning into hearts, easily seen in his dark irises.
“M’re… pleashe…”
He doesn’t need to hear the words in Saladian to know what those mean.
The older one goes down with new vigour, pulling on the young one’s tail to bring them closer. Each pass he can hear the other getting far less coherent, and soon he feels the muscles down there contract.
The orgasm this time is far more messy, with fluids flying and him barely pulling back on time to see without getting in the way.
Broly brings his focus to the other’s legs while he recovers. Biting down on the sides, drawing a bit of blood to make sure these marks last for a few days.
Before he can continue or do anything else, a rustle in the makeshift bed catches his attention. He looks up, seeing Gohan sit up and accommodate himself so he’s on his knees. Then, the young one starts to crawl towards him, head hung low even as he reaches him. He continues on, climbing his lap and arms reaching for his shoulders, while his slender legs rest on his hips.
The older saiyan manages to get a glimpse of the younger eyes. He’s completely out of it. His musk must have confused his instinct to the point he desired, and now he’s considered a potential mate.
Gohan starts to move on top of him, humping one of his legs. At the same time, he gives soft small licks to his neck, seeking more of the scent that he craves right now.
Broly quite likes the idea of a show, so he just reclines back and lets the other hump him to his heart content. A bit of maneuvering deposited the smaller one on his abs.
He seems to seek out his dick, but he doesn’t want to fuck him like this. Every time he tries to close in on it, he just squeezes his tail in warning. He gets a whine each time in response, but the message gets across.
Each time Gohan moves, he seems to tremble a bit more, but keep the same pace, mumbling nonsense and letting a bit of saliva drip down his mouth. He’s using his arms to keep balance but he still seems unsatisfied. What can the elder give him to get him off?
The answer comes to him in a flash of inspiration.
Repeating the motions of the start of this, he cups the young one face. The other leans on him, but instead of going down his neck, he brings his fingers to the young one's lips, and pushes them inside his mouth.
That seems to be the right call, as the earthling starts to move far more eagerly, sucking his digits with gusto. It’s not long before he comes once more, though the amount it’s pitiful compared to before. Once he’s done he’ll need to get water for his little partner before he ends up dehydrated.
Gohan is far more docile and pliable now, not using the same amount of strength to keep him pinned down, so he’s allowed to sit up, and deposit the yongling on the mattress. He helps him turn around so the half saiyan is laying down. With a few thugs to the tail, he manages to get him to lift his ass.
All he has to do now is take him, but it would be too easy, and he does indeed need to soften the passage to avoid hurting the little one. As much as he wants to come inside, he needs to be careful, otherwise the instincts that keep his partner docile will turn around and leave them both wanting.
He’ll put his cock between his things for now, pushing them together and thrusting there and getting another orgasm down.
It’s very tempting to just get inside, especially when the other makes it clear that he’s desperate to be filled, but they’ll have to conform with just wet fingers for now.
Using the earth born saiyan’s tail to control the rhythm, he lets himself be more rough than before. His body has shown that he can handle quite the punishment, which would explain why he seems to get off on pain.
Broly also allows his own tail to twine around the other’s leg, and in this position they both continue from where they left.
He inserts his fingers slowly, seeking to slide them in and not having to wait for the next. He’s rushing, but he wants to claim the other now.
It’s on the third finger that he feels the walls start to spam, and knows he’s not going to get a better chance. The elder grabs Gohan’s hair, and pulls him upwards towards himself. As he does that, the young one arches his back and lets out a scream, whether from pain or pleasure is hard to tell.
“You’re Mine.”
He says, before he bites the back of his new mate’s neck.
Gohan's eyes roll back and he comes again. Then, he goes limp and starts to purr very loudly.
Broly is very satisfied, but he wants to knot the younger one.
He prepares the limp body, and manages to insert the tip.
When suddenly a blast hits him in the face.
The flower leads the z warriors to the other saiyajin’s sleeping quartets.
Paragus is wary of them, but Piccolo doesn’t pay him any mind and keeps going up the building’s stairs. He can see why this place was chosen as the base for the other. The building has dampening ki tech to allow it to stay up after energy attacks… which also means anything inside can’t be easily detected.
As the elder tries to stop them, it is then that not him, but Vegeta, feels the weird energy fluctuations and a soft smell coming down from above.
The Prince knows what this means and rushes forward up the rest of the stairs to the upper floors where Paragus’ charge is supposed to rest.
Inside a room, he finds Broly about to penetrate Gohan, and shoots an energy blast at him.
The noise and lights seem to snap Gohan back a bit into himself, but he’s in shock and confused.
Goku then appears and asks what is Vegeta doing, before the other saiyan comes back charging full force and takes the royal out of the building with him.
The Namekian arrives after the others, having tried to question Paragus, but he turned back to his student’s signal once he heard a crash and at that moment, the banished saiyajin turns tail and flees the planet.
The earth raised saiyan comes closer to his son, and tries to ask what happened… until he sees the bruises and marks. Goku is furious, and Gohan feels bad from the acidic smell of his dad ire. He thinks he’s mad at him, and tries to make himself smaller, hiding under the blankets of the makeshift nest.
Goku tries to calm down, and help Gohan cover himself… but he doesn’t like the idea of using the mattress, and the small half saiyan seems to be too confused to register where and who his anger is directed at. So the coat he’s wearing is also a no go.
Instead, he tries to offer Gohan the cape made by Piccolo, which he left outside the room when he rushed to his son’s side, and it seems to work. Far more calm, he can carry his son bridal style away from here. On the way to the spaceship, the younger one passes out.
There’s explosions that can be heard from where they left their vehicle. While Piccolo and Vegeta fight the furious Broly, the protector of Earth reaches their dorms in their spaceship.
He can’t clean Gohan right now, he has got to help the others and deal with the out of control saiyan, so with a heavy heart, he just leaves Gohan in their room and covers him up.
He’ll come back, but first needs to deal with the saiyajin to make sure he stays away from his son.
Gohan is confused and alone and in heat, it’s miserable, but at least he can rest for now…
Maybe he won’t be in pain when he wakes up.