Younger

Much later that evening after dinner, Goten and Vegeta flopped down on the living room couch after cleaning up the kitchen.

"So, was the fish almost as good as my mom's?" Goten inquired.

"A little heavy on the spices, but you're making progress," Vegeta encouraged.

They smiled when Vegeta filled their porcelain flask with warmed sake, then served them each a first small, matching cup.

"Kampai." Vegeta raised his cup in a toast.

"Kampai." Goten raised his in return, each taking a first swallow of the smooth, gentle liquid fire that buzzed pleasantly down their throats.

"Nice," Vegeta mumbled appreciatively, watching Goten refill their cup's. He had to give Earth credit for certain quality liquors, osake being their favorite. It must be drank according to Japanese tradition; one must see that no one's cup is ever empty until their stop signal, just as fine French wines' aromas must be savored and discussed upon one's impressions. Of course, etiquette would eventually blurr into oblivion that night.

"You said it." Goten leaned close to him, playing with his hair. "It's cute. I like it." Vegeta scowled, clearly not sharing his opinion. Goten grinned. "I bet you told people all the time, 'if you say I'm cute, I'll kill you."

"I won't kill you." Slyly Vegeta draped an arm and his tail around him.

"Are you flirting with me, Vegeta?" Goten asked in mock indignation.

"A little of that goes a long way," Vegeta commented, "And no, I'm getting you drunk."

Goten smirked and emptied another cup, strategically placing a hand just above Vegeta's knee. The latter said nothing, approving the game. They sometimes liked to pretend they weren't alone, trying to sneak in as much unnoticed seduction as possible, before one or both of them cracked.

To even the competition, Vegeta's tail coiled around Goten's, squeezing and releasing just enough to make his breathing hitch, his cheeks blushed attractively from both the alcohol and the excitement. He loved the way Goten reacted to sake. He found everything funny, which became contagious. He was also adorable, and with their inhibitions out the window, both became ridiculously horny. It was very liberating.

Goten's hand moved gradually farther up his thigh as more liquor disappeared, his fingertips suggestively tickling the inside. He stopped just before intended destination, enjoying watching him try to keep his composure. The curve of his hardness was so perfectly outlined through his tight black spandex shorts, it made his mouth water.

Vegeta retaliated by tightening the grip of his tail around his own, at the same time stroking it's length as he would another yearning appendix. The gesture may have appeared a bit obscene, but it felt amazing, and made Goten's eyes nearly cross. It usually made him lose his cool and give in, but tonight he was determined to win.

Goten crushed his lips to Vegeta's, his tongue slipping in a little while his fingers caressed his rock hard length, very lightly.

A muffled, strangled sound escaped Vegeta's throat and he seized Goten roughly by the hair to return his bruising kiss, his other hand sliding greedily up his muscular chest. He was visibly trembling, and his dilated eyes sparkled with lust above deeply blushed cheeks. Goten's fingers stroked him more intensely, and Vegeta's grip on his hair tightened, his breathing falling raggedly. It was so tempting to give in, but tonight he wanted something different, having thought of little else all day.

Taking advantage of a slip in Vegeta's guard, Goten shook his swollen tail loose to do the same to Vegeta's own tail, his fingers slowing down but still busy between his legs. He seized his hair in the same way, giving him the same evil-looking smirk he'd liked earlier.

"I'm gonna explode," Vegeta exclaimed, panting shamelessly now. His voice was a little slurred, not entirely from the sake, and his eyes were heavy with lust.

"You know if I win I get to top," Goten reminded him, thrilled to see the same lost expression on his face as when they'd been outside drying off.

"I said you could." Impatiently Vegeta pulled him astride his lap, and each instinctively grinded his rigid length against the other's. "Uhn, yeah," Vegeta groaned encouragingly, gripping onto Goten's hips for harder friction.

"Y-yes!" Goten panted breathlessly, wondering why Vegeta was letting him do as he pleased.

Their very first time, Vegeta had demanded, "What's the hurry? You want this done right, or do you just want it done? Because if all you want is to get it over with, what do you need me for? You might as well just do it yourself."

"Why would I do that, when I have you?" Goten had lashed out in return, quite vexed, and just realizing how much he'd vexed him.

"If you want to be with me, we'll take our time to make it last and enjoy it, or not at all," Vegeta had declared firmly, "Got it?" And so had begun Goten's real sex education. He'd learned to make their pleasure last as long as they could, indeed finding it so much more enjoyable. Almost a religious experience, he swore.

Thus, Vegeta's impatience now puzzled him. It did happen sometimes for them to make it quick if they had little time, or to ease the pressure if necessary to slow down afterward; but he seemed very different now, as hormonal as himself.

"Goten..." he cried out suddenly, confirming his thought. Trembling violently, he gripped onto him harder, thrusting as though seeking to dislodge him, which of course was the last thing he wanted. His head was thrown back, gasping and panting shamelessly. He was rarely so vocal, especially so soon. Goten took hold of his hips to ride him harder, making him exclaim incoherently, clenching at him wildly. It was too good to be true.

"Fuck me!" Vegeta exclaimed helplessly, his composure officially out the window.

"You know I will..." Near bursting, Goten's voice was somewhere between evil and reassuring, just what Vegeta craved in this mood. Firmly Goten pinned his wrists to the back of the couch, grinding against his throbbing length slowly, with deliberate intensity, already pulling small, pleading sounds from him. Almost...

"And if we do like last time?" Goten suggested, his voice turned sultry, "If I tie you up so you're helpless to anything I want..." He continued his slow, intense grinding, making Vegeta's back arch, his hips rolling uncontrollably beneath his for more. "...You couldn't move if you wanted to, which you don't. Do you?" Vegeta shook his head, nearly sobbing in total abandon, overtaken with lust. "Do you?" Goten insisted, yanking his head back by the hair with his free hand.

That was it. "No!" Vegeta managed, shuddering in ecstasy as his body stiffened, his eyes rolling back as a bewildering climax hit him hard. Seeing him thus set Goten off as well, their inarticulate cries mingling. "Yes," Vegeta panted while he could still speak, "I..." With a low growl, he felt Goten's sharp teeth sink into his skin as first he, then Goten came intensely as they were, still fully clothed and straddled on the couch, feeling their wetness spill before they relaxed a little, their legs still trembling.

When their contractions subsided, they gazed at each other in surprise. They were a little tipsy, but that was quite rare. Vegeta was every bit as worked up as himself, Goten realized. He wanted much more.

"Sack of hormones yourself," Goten declared with a triumphant but sexy smirk, kissing him sweetly. "So... do you really want all that?" Please say yes, his eyes pleaded. It wasn't often that he got to top.

Vegeta seemed to consider the question, then nodded slowly. "Yeah." His voice was unusually subdued, and he looked troubled for a moment.

"It's only me," Goten reminded him, misunderstanding his reaction, "We've done it lots of times."

"It's not that," Vegeta promised, "I like it both ways. I'm just not usually so impatient." He looked confused, making Goten smile.

"Are you still... impatient?" he asked with careful amusement.

Vegeta seized him by the arms and shook him. "I mean I'm horny as fuck!" His eyes clouded with lust again. Pure, shameless lust, and he could not care less.

"Thank the gods, me too!" Goten pulled him to his feet, grinning widely. "C'mon. There's a cure for that, and a very nice one. I see what you mean, wanting our weekend free. We're gonna need it, cuz we ain't getting much sleep."

Vegeta followed him lazily. "Now you're catching on." Goten stuck his tongue out at him. "Threat or promise?"

"Both." The door closed, signaling only the night's beginning.
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TBC in Chapter 3-B...