Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles - Adult ❯ The Spot ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Lady Kaoru 
Piccolo knows how to relieve Dende's stress.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 253 | Visits: 451 | Status: Work In Progress
Piccolo knows how to relieve Dende's stress.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 253 | Visits: 451 | Status: Work In Progress
The Spot
“Ahhh. Piccolo, that feels so good!”
Piccolo’s lips curled back from his teeth in a satisfied grin. He knew his administrations would not go unappreciated. Just the thought of the feelings he knew the younger man was experiencing for the first time gave him chills. If all went as planned he would be enjoying the reciprocated favor soon.
Sure hands worked almost of their own volition. Stroking, kneading, back and forth in an exquisitely slow and methodical dance, being ever so careful not to let his sharp nails put even the slightest mark on the smooth, hairless skin. The muscles were drawn tight at first touch, then finally was coaxed, soft and pliant, under his warm skin.
“You were right, Piccolo,” Dende sighed. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed this. My antennae feel so much more relaxed now. You won’t let me get that tense from stress again, will you? I can’t be a good guardian if I’m so nervous. Promise you’ll stay up here on the Lookout with me. At least for awhile?”
“Of course,” the older Namek purred in his ear. “My Kami half knows how hard it is. My Piccolo half knows how to relieve it.”
“Ahhh. Piccolo, that feels so good!”
Piccolo’s lips curled back from his teeth in a satisfied grin. He knew his administrations would not go unappreciated. Just the thought of the feelings he knew the younger man was experiencing for the first time gave him chills. If all went as planned he would be enjoying the reciprocated favor soon.
Sure hands worked almost of their own volition. Stroking, kneading, back and forth in an exquisitely slow and methodical dance, being ever so careful not to let his sharp nails put even the slightest mark on the smooth, hairless skin. The muscles were drawn tight at first touch, then finally was coaxed, soft and pliant, under his warm skin.
“You were right, Piccolo,” Dende sighed. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed this. My antennae feel so much more relaxed now. You won’t let me get that tense from stress again, will you? I can’t be a good guardian if I’m so nervous. Promise you’ll stay up here on the Lookout with me. At least for awhile?”
“Of course,” the older Namek purred in his ear. “My Kami half knows how hard it is. My Piccolo half knows how to relieve it.”