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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fuck-eth art thou

          Vegeta panted wildly, the rush of new sensations confused and excited him. Heated rough hands slid down his frenzied skin electrifying his core, his own drawn out moan filled his ears. His body jerked with each sweep of the human’s palms over his excited flesh, he writhed under him, each jerky motion his partner’s eyes glazed with impassioned smugness. The short smoothing touches from the Human dispatched his mind into a vortex, sailing into a beautiful void. Vegeta whimpered with each pound of his heart against his chest, each beaded sweat trailing down his skin gave him luscious chills. He arched his back for more, for more of those strange new sensations in which the human held him entrapped.

            He tilted his head back as Yamcha glided his rough touch upwards stroking the side of his neck, the calloused fingertips against his skin heated a blazing fire inside him; he sighed when that very hand weaved into his flamed hair rubbing his scalp, bringing his lips all that much closer to his soon to be lover, alas they did not connect; instead they breathed each other in, feeling his breath mingle inside his lungs.

            Nervously Vegeta brought his lips closer; slowly he brought their lips together. Yamcha moved up closer on his conquest, grinding his sex against the firm tight abs of the Saiyan below him; his breathing increased as Vegeta rubbed his own heated groin against his thigh. It was out of this world, awed and wonder filled him, twinge with uncontrollable excitement, the alien under him, responsive, needy; virgin. Yamcha licked his lip, fighting off another smug filled grin, but it was hard not to, Vegeta wiggled under him like a woman, not the imposing powerful alien he knew not just two years ago, coming to kill them all.

            Yamcha moaned gleefully, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Vegeta’s neck, smoothing palms over the body below, moulding the powerful body to his, awed by how perfectly Vegeta’s frenzied body fit in his own, the musky manly scent filled his nostrils making his hunger grow in bounds. He wanted to make this last, wanted to seduce the one time alien invader, make him beg and plead, destroy his body in absolute gratification, make him come back. Yamcha paused, his eyes glazed with realization, he wanted to do this again…

            Yamcha pulled his pant strings, while he pawed at Vegeta’s; he gave a warm smile as he witness Vegeta’s hands helping him along, the need to discover ones own body evident. Yamcha pulled a breath through clenched teeth as his manhood bounced into the air, throbbing with need. Damn he wanted this. His hands wandered all over the chiselled body, feeling the curves, spreading the sweat, ducked his head down to taste the hyper-sensitive flesh before him, snaked his tongue out to lap over a nipple; his cock grew all the heavier nearly knocking the air from his lungs when Vegeta arched like a woman, and mewled for more. Yamcha smirked around the tiny hard nub, adding more pressure with his tongue, his cock twitched violently for more, once Vegeta’s initial reaction was repeated.

            Vegeta curved his back, a groan escaped his lips against his will, but he couldn’t help it when a sly slippery tongue trailed down to the zenith of his sex, he could feel it jerk in the air, begging for the foreign touch, begging for the experience of that sly tongue to lap at his cock as it had with his nipple.

            He nearly screamed as the human’s mouth swallow up his throbbing cock entirely, quivering and juddering, his hands fisted the black long locks, knees buckle-ling.

Vegeta writhed, fisting the pillow and Yamcha’s hair, begging for more with little whimpers; the pleasure raced from the very tips of his toes, running up in waves, exploding behind his eyes, in brilliant white dots. His hips began to pump on their own accord, more, he wanted more.

            Yamcha pulled away, dipping his fingers into his mouth, tongue laving the digits, his free hand stroked the trembling thigh. He held his breath at the sight before him, Vegeta laid spread out, trembling, breathing heavily, with a dainty blush on his cheeks; he almost cummed there and then, his once enemy, and contender for Bulma, was now laid out for him panting, blushing, and willing.

            Yamcha couldn’t help but to bring his lips down, he couldn’t stop his gasp when his fingertips breeched the incredibly tightness of Vegeta’s ass. He heard the hitching of Vegeta’s breath, placing more vigour into the kiss, distracting the alien from the pain, if Vegeta wanted to end this now, it didn’t take much to, since out of them both, Vegeta was by far the strongest. Yamcha gasped in shock when Vegeta’s tongue licked his lips and probed inside his mouth.

            His fingers moved diligently, stroking and sliding against the quivering walls, searching and finding the bump deep within, he moaned as Vegeta jerkily arched, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and burying his hands in his hair as a wicked holler came from those scrumptious lips. Yamcha held on, Vegeta nearly bucked him away like an untamed stallion; adding a third finger he stroked more firmly, licking Vegeta’s heated cheek, wrapping his arm around Vegeta’s shoulders, pillowing his head his palm, holding on to him as he jerked and thrash about beneath him.

            “Yamcha; I cannot take much more.” Vegeta whined, he wanted to feel Yamcha, experience this strange thing, see what the sneaky bandit had to offer him.

            Vegeta felt an urgency fill him, lifting his hips, humping the air enticing the human. The heavy heated Human body settled between his thighs; Vegeta trembled, his thighs tighten on Yamcha’s hips, moving them closer together. Vegeta held his breath once he felt the thick blunt head prod at his opening, he could feel it sliding up and down the crevasse of his ass, and his entrance throbbed with excitement. “Just do it Yamcha.”

Vegeta leaned upward, his lips nipping at Yamcha ear-lope. His breath hot against the Human’s flesh, he purred enticingly.

            Vegeta shouted and arched, the powerful cock slammed into him, stretching him beyond his limits, the fullness making him gasp, tears brimming the corner of his eyes; it hurt, it was far more painful than he initially thought, he gritted his teeth together, if humans can do this daily, he could; he was a Saiyan Prince, pain was nothing to him… maybe with the exception of this pain. Vegeta bitten down on his bottom lip, he can take it. Vegeta lifted his thighs, locking his ankles behind Yamcha’s back, he wiggled his hips, looking for any sort of comfort from the pain.

            Vegeta moaned pitifully once Yamcha begun to pull out and press himself back in, the sharp pain dulled away, leaving the achingly wonderful stretching pleasure, slowly in and out, in and out, pushing and pulling; gasping Vegeta moved with him, lifting his hips; synchronizing. He let out a moaning whimper as the human’s thick cock pushed hard against his prostate, shooting white hot pleasure into his skull. “More, Yamcha!”

            Yamcha slammed forward, his arms shaking, his cock throbbed, his sac trembled; they both needed more. He leaned forward taking his lips once again, with a forceful shove making the coil in his gut pull tighter, the amazing tight heat surrounding his cock tighten on him, milking him of what ever he had to give. He pulled away shoving himself much deeper inside, yanking Vegeta’s head upwards, making his body arch inwards, allowing his ass to point more out, allowing his cock to plunder him deeply. Yamcha meshed their lips together, tongues lapped; anticipation growing, higher and higher they climbed.

            They were animals, humping, growling, moaning; their bodies sweat and moved with great urgency. Yamcha pulled his head away, his eyes rolling up, his cock jerking and swelled, his sac nearly pulled itself up in his gut. His balls nearly busted with the requirement to release; he waited.

            Vegeta fisted his cock, jerking ferociously, his gasping breaths overpowering Yamcha’s light whispers. Vegeta’s mind exploded into a million pieces as his cum shot upwards. Yamcha’s mind when blank as he let himself go, filling his lover to the brim, spilling over on the base of his cock.

            Vegeta came back from where ever he went gazing up into the flushed face of his lover he smiled. Yamcha’s chest and chin was covered with his cum, looking down he seen he made a mess of himself as well. He started to laugh louder. Yamcha lazily looked down to Vegeta suddenly worried. “Vegeta you okay bud?” Yamcha raised a questioning brow.

            Vegeta chuckled, his hand lazily fisted Yamcha’s hair in his tight powerful hold, pulling the human’s head eye level with him. Vegeta smirked, bringing a bended index finger to Yamcha’s soiled chin. “I understand why people do this.” Vegeta gave him a wicked toothy smile. “Let’s do that again.”

            Yamcha chuckled nervously, wondering, contemplating. He laughed lowly, licking his lips. Oh yeah he can do this again and again and again, just to see the stuck up, asshole prince writhe and arch under him like a woman. “Fuck yeah.”

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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3553 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own dbz or make any money from this.

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