Private Show

Vegeta bent Goten's knees, caressing the soft skin of his muscular thighs, then crouched over him. He wanted to see his face contort with pleasure as he made him his. The seriousness of that thought startled him. Whatever Goten was doing to his throat that was sure to leave its trace made him forget it.

Gently he pushed his hard, slippery shaft through Goten's tight ring of muscle, lightly stroking his arousal as he did. Though he winced a few times, Goten was surprisingly relaxed and open to him, his body responding to him so well that he knew instinctively when to wait or continue, and he was all the way inside him sooner than he thought. Goten gave him a fond questioning look that he could not place, but he leaned down to gingerly kiss his sensual pink lips.

Vegeta remained inside him for a time and they simply moved together as their kiss deepened, then heated up, their tongues battling as their frenzy took them. Lightly Vegeta teased Goten's pulsing arousal along the underside and at its head where he was the most sensitive, insisting with a sadistic smirk as Goten's heavy breathing hitched and he thrust back hard, giving him the small, pleading cries he so craved.

"Take me, Vegeta!" he pleaded, grasping Vegeta's shoulders hard from underneath, moaning intensely as Vegeta did. With a growl of lust he reached down to tilt his hips so as to directly hit the right spot and pounded hard into him.

"Yeah... harder! Uhn!" Goten panted, his head falling back as Vegeta complied, his nails digging hard into his back which drove him on as much as the catlike cries he pulled from him with each thrust. The sensations his virgin tightness caused him were so stunningly intense they were almost too much, but he needed it. He stroked Goten's arousal with his own wetness, doubling his sensitivity which made his face contort with pleasure in exactly the same way as when he'd observed him all this time, wanting to possess him so badly he couldn't stand it, in wonder that it was for real.

Goten grabbed Vegeta's hips frantically, digging his fingers into the muscles of his ass, which drove him out of his mind and he slammed hard into him now, bringing from him the expressions and helpless cries of pleasure-pain he'd so craved.

"I loved watching you, Goten," Vegeta panted, beside himself now, "You're so fucking beautiful when you get off... tell me what you thought about."

"We're doing it," Goten managed between moans and pants, "I wanted... it to be... real... I... ah... ohh!" He was close to the edge... so close...

"How's it feel now?" Vegeta insisted, needing to hear his true, unstiffled ecstasy, pumping his hard shaft in time to his thrusts, making his eyelids flutter as he sobbed inarticulately.

"Is it possible to come to death?" Goten managed, his teeth clenched among shuddering gasps of raw sensation.

"If so, you can kill me every day." Vegeta watched Goten's body convulse as he came harder and more completely than ever in his life, Vegeta right after him, his teeth sinking into the side of Goten's neck and tasting his blood at such an intense release it left them breathless and trembling, lying motionless for a long time in a dazzling afterglow.

Goten lie snuggled with Vegeta as long as he could, truly sated and content. "Can we do this again?" he asked hopefully.

Tracing the bite mark he'd made on the side of Goten's neck, Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Well... yeah," he replied, stiffling a smirk. "Tell your mother you'll be staying with us this weekend."

Smiling, Goten's arms tightened around him.. "Vegeta, I..." He hesitated, biting his tongue.

"Hm?" Vegeta's eyes were already closed.

"I'm glad."

Vegeta's hand buried possessively in his hair. "Me, too." Goten's smile widened. He was pretty sure he understood.
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The End