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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,052
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6
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Drabble Word: Caviar
Drabble Series: Caviar
Saiyan Caviar
With shock-rounded eyes, Vegeta stared through the small, reinforced window in the soundproof door. The fool was jerking off. There leaning against the control panel, desecrating his precious Gravity Room, was Kakkarot, with glaringly ugly orange pants around his ankles and hands stroking a rather nicely engorged cock.
Ripe for the taking. The perfect epitome of a warrior. Caviar to the Saiyan.
Excellence in every tasty inch. And it looked like there were plenty of inches to enjoy. What a waste, especially since he wanted nothing else than to help milk that lusty organ of every salty drop...
No he wouldn’t waste a bit...
Fuck! Now Kakkarot wasn‘t the only one hard...
But he wasn’t going to give in. Not until he was sure the other Saiyan wasn’t going to go traipsing off to god knows where; showing up out of the blue, staying just long enough to give him hope and then disappearing once again. He didn’t want a fickle lover; he wanted a dedicated one. One devoted to the worship of the Saiyan Prince. Images of Kakkarot on his knees idolizing his stiff dick almost sent him over the edge and his hand gripped the doorknob, starting to turn it before...
No!
He wasn’t going in there. Even if it did look so inviting, that thick hard cock just waiting to be licked, suckled then drained dry...
Sweat beaded, then trickled down his forehead as he strained not to give into his urges, his eyes glued to the contracting of biceps and triceps as hands moved up and down rapidly. Glued to the flex of firm cheeks and the quivering of thighs that trembled with each rapid, painful tug of those strong hands.
How he envied those hands...
Pressing his rock-hard erection against the cool metal of the Gravity Room, he rubbed and grinded his hips, giving as much needed friction as he could, while he watched his pornographic fantasies come true.
Larger than life.
In colorized 3-D.
God, what a show...
Vegeta watched as energy surged around Kakkarot, flickering as muscles tightened, concentrating to achieve that oh-so needed release. Power dyed Kakkarot’s hair golden, everywhere. Passion-filled teal eyes flashed open, unseeing, Kakkarot’s chest heaving, breath slamming in and out as he desperately reached for his peak.
It was the most arousing thing Vegeta had ever seen. He wanted to be on him, over him, driving viciously into Kakkarot’s tight, blistering heat... Under him, feeling that wild, raw power... As it brutally dominated, stretched, ripped and bled him, then filled him...liberating him in its deliverance...
The idea of Kakkarot shoving that god-damned, nasty, thick, gorgeous, fucking cock up his ass was all it took before his raging hard-on let loose and filled his shorts with more cum than a teenager’s wet dream.
...And Kakkarot followed seconds later, anointing his prized Gravity Room.
Caviar of the Saiyans.
Only fit for a Prince.
Now he’d never be able to train in there again... at least not without creaming himself...
Saiyan Caviar
With shock-rounded eyes, Vegeta stared through the small, reinforced window in the soundproof door. The fool was jerking off. There leaning against the control panel, desecrating his precious Gravity Room, was Kakkarot, with glaringly ugly orange pants around his ankles and hands stroking a rather nicely engorged cock.
Ripe for the taking. The perfect epitome of a warrior. Caviar to the Saiyan.
Excellence in every tasty inch. And it looked like there were plenty of inches to enjoy. What a waste, especially since he wanted nothing else than to help milk that lusty organ of every salty drop...
No he wouldn’t waste a bit...
Fuck! Now Kakkarot wasn‘t the only one hard...
But he wasn’t going to give in. Not until he was sure the other Saiyan wasn’t going to go traipsing off to god knows where; showing up out of the blue, staying just long enough to give him hope and then disappearing once again. He didn’t want a fickle lover; he wanted a dedicated one. One devoted to the worship of the Saiyan Prince. Images of Kakkarot on his knees idolizing his stiff dick almost sent him over the edge and his hand gripped the doorknob, starting to turn it before...
No!
He wasn’t going in there. Even if it did look so inviting, that thick hard cock just waiting to be licked, suckled then drained dry...
Sweat beaded, then trickled down his forehead as he strained not to give into his urges, his eyes glued to the contracting of biceps and triceps as hands moved up and down rapidly. Glued to the flex of firm cheeks and the quivering of thighs that trembled with each rapid, painful tug of those strong hands.
How he envied those hands...
Pressing his rock-hard erection against the cool metal of the Gravity Room, he rubbed and grinded his hips, giving as much needed friction as he could, while he watched his pornographic fantasies come true.
Larger than life.
In colorized 3-D.
God, what a show...
Vegeta watched as energy surged around Kakkarot, flickering as muscles tightened, concentrating to achieve that oh-so needed release. Power dyed Kakkarot’s hair golden, everywhere. Passion-filled teal eyes flashed open, unseeing, Kakkarot’s chest heaving, breath slamming in and out as he desperately reached for his peak.
It was the most arousing thing Vegeta had ever seen. He wanted to be on him, over him, driving viciously into Kakkarot’s tight, blistering heat... Under him, feeling that wild, raw power... As it brutally dominated, stretched, ripped and bled him, then filled him...liberating him in its deliverance...
The idea of Kakkarot shoving that god-damned, nasty, thick, gorgeous, fucking cock up his ass was all it took before his raging hard-on let loose and filled his shorts with more cum than a teenager’s wet dream.
...And Kakkarot followed seconds later, anointing his prized Gravity Room.
Caviar of the Saiyans.
Only fit for a Prince.
Now he’d never be able to train in there again... at least not without creaming himself...