Crimson chin fonty
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Piccolo had never shown him around properly, though he doubted it was because the stoic giant was trying to hide something. Yamcha found himself wandering the maze-like halls of the vast mansion, almost immediately getting himself hopelessly lost. Whatever it was, Yamcha wasn’t about to let the opportunity go to waste.
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Yamcha had never taken him for a heavy sleeper, especially considering his sharp hearing, but he supposed the alcohol the two of them had consumed the night before helped to keep him unresponsive. Miraculously, Piccolo had barely stirred from the movement. He slipped out from under the arm that had been draped across his lower back, gingerly removing himself from on top of the other man. Besides, with the way things were progressing between the two of them, he was rather confident that he’d have the chance to find out eventually. Did he resemble a man? A woman? Perhaps both? Or was his anatomy so different from anything seen on Earth that intercourse between the two of them would have proven physically impossible? He resisted the temptation to violate the other’s privacy on the matter. What would he find if he just took a little peek down there? He knew Namekians were a mono-gendered species, but he honestly couldn’t imagine what that would entail. He suddenly found himself extremely curious. Yamcha was admittedly curious, and as he lifted himself up off the towering alien’s body he found his eyes wandering down towards Piccolo’s unbuttoned, half-unzipped trousers. Of course, that being said, there had been no shortage of wandering hands between them. Yamcha’s own shirt was on the floor, but neither of them had gotten far enough to remove their pants before they’d passed out. His tie was draped haphazardly over the arm of the couch, the top several buttons open on his dress shirt, exposing numerous purple marks peppered all over his neck and leading down across his collar bones. Piccolo was still fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to the compromising position he was in.
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While the two of them may not have engaged in any explicitly sexual activity, it did seem as though they’d gotten quite intimate with each other. Did they.? Had they actually.? Upon closer inspection, however, it became quite clear that nothing too serious had happened between them – though Yamcha couldn’t quite decide whether he was relieved or disappointed by this revelation. Sure enough, what he found lying beneath him was a sleeping Piccolo, his chin resting on the Namekian’s broad and muscular chest. He lifted his head slightly, looking down hesitantly as though afraid to confirm his suspicions. Yet the surface he found himself laying on was warm and firm and not at all the velvet texture of the couch cushions that he’d expected against his cheek. He was far too comfortable, laying there on the couch, and… His eyes suddenly snapped wide open as he recalled the events of the previous night, his face flushing a deep crimson. Yamcha let out a groan as consciousness slowly returned to him. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 72792 Chapters: 23/? Comments: 49 Kudos: 149 Bookmarks: 15 Hits: 3079