Younger

After a long, enticing foreplay, Goten had them both reduced to a quivering mass of desire. The younger demi Saiyan did everything in his power to stay in charge, intensely enjoying the rare, exhilarating rush of power he now held over Vegeta. The latter would allow no one else such a privilege. Gods, he was so adorable and sexy for him when he let him take control.

"Baby, why don't we do this more often?" Goten purred seductively, lightly stroking the satiny skin of his back.

"Mph," Vegeta attempted at replying, but the tight gag in his mouth did not allow for much verbal communication on his part.

"I see. You want me to do all that again, don't you?" Goten smirked, purposely 'misunderstanding' him. Vegeta shook his head wildly, tears of frustration leaking from his eyes. For at least the last half hour, Goten's mouth, hands, and fingers had teased every inch of his burning skin, setting his body aflame with such intense longing he could barely see straight. It was no more cruel than what he often did to him, Goten thought defensively.

Before, Vegeta had made the interesting discovery that just by perfectly stimulating his nipples with his tongue and fingers, he could make Goten come as many times as he wished without him spilling his seed. Goten had tried the same experiment, with identical results. Who would have guessed Vegeta would be so sensual and receptive? And he could not fool him, he loved it.

Tonight, however, he'd been serious about his unusual impatience. Usually, he merely shut his eyes and enjoyed every moment; now, he was trembling like a leaf as though it were all unfamiliar. A few times, Goten paused to confirm that everything was okay. It was, Vegeta assured him, just exceptionally intense for some reason.

Jeez, is that the way I am all the time? Goten could not help but wonder.

Regaining his confidence, Goten moved his restrained wrists, bound by a ki ring above his head to a new position crossed behind his back, avoiding numbness and giving him variety. Vegeta gave him an admiring glance that he would think of such details.

Lifting his head up roughly by the hair, Goten's contrastingly sweet kiss made him feel as though he were melting into his lips. His kiss gradually deepening and becoming more passionate, Goten discretely wiggled one well-lubricated finger into his tight ring of muscle, finding it unusually tight. Perhaps because it had been a long time for him, Goten thought, slowing down to move in gentle circles at his exquisitely sensitive sweet spot.

Vegeta stilled, his eyes widening a bit. Of course he knew what Goten was doing, but it felt strange somehow. It had not been as long ago as that.

Goten noticed, waiting. "Relax." His other hand preciously caressed his hair and face, his kiss softening. Gradually Vegeta's tightened muscles relaxed, becoming used to Goten's touch again. He groaned at the pleasurable contractions Goten's talented fingers brought him, barely noticing that two, then three, were working their magic.

Goten replaced his gag, his knowing fingers reducing him to a trembling, wanton mass of lust. He could not help but writhe into the mattress, his muffled, increasingly pleasured moans making Goten fear he would come too soon.

"Don't do that." Firmly he lifted Vegeta's hips from the bed, drawing from him a muffled sob of frustration. That did suck at first, he acknowledged, but it was always worth it.

"Shh." He increased the pressure of his scissoring fingers, his sadistic side enjoying his stifled growls for more. Goten reached between his legs to lightly stroke his pulsing length with the feather-touch of his fingertips, the strangled sounds he pulled from him turning him on insanely.

"Maybe this will help," Goten suggested with his evil-looking smirk, fixing a small ki ring in guise of a cockring that cinched its tight heat around the base of his arousal. He liked that, Goten remembered, at times even when he topped, but his eyes blinked wide again and he struggled for real against the unforgiving bonds.

"Yeah, that's it," Goten voiced in a throaty, sexy whisper, very hot now, "Fight for me."

Vegeta glared defiantly at him, refusing him the satisfaction. Goten's breathing hitched, this being one of his favorites. He loved when he defied him. It told him what he really wanted. He set their strangely makeshift cockring to vibrate at low pulsations, making him vocalize much more now. Keeping his smirk, he reached down to stroke his pulsing length with only the lightest touch of his fingertips. When he stopped, Vegeta's growl at the mounting tension made him crazy. He seized him by the hair again for a hot, demanding kiss, thrilled when Vegeta returned it, sliding his tongue provocatively into his mouth.

Goten trusted his fingers hard inside him now, hitting his magic spot each time. Vegeta sobbed ecstatically, thrusting back to his deliciously invading fingers, and forward to the pulsations that drove him insane. Goten playfully swatted his ass, turning up the vibrations. He would have collapsed if Goten had not held him up, emitting a weak sound that Goten understood by now to mean 'yes'.

Keeping up his fingers' rhythm inside him, Goten decided to try something new. Well, new for him; Vegeta had done it plenty of times to him. First using his hand, Goten swatted his ass hard, admiring his stunned look, then did it again, then again. At first, Vegeta didn't know what to think, and having expected anger, Goten was pleasantly surprised to find that he liked that, trading his hand for his crisp leather belt. Coiling it to just the right length, Goten whipped it across his ass, again and again, harder each time. His reward of muffled cries of a mix of pain and stunning pleasure told him he was doing everything right.

Vegeta had never felt anything like that. The unrelenting pleasure was building so high inside him, he swore he would explode in climatic bliss, alas could not, any more than he could from the endlessly teasing pulsations of his aching manhood. The delightfully exotic mix of pain and pleasure caused by Goten's own leather belt that he'd so often admired on him, ardently wishing he could undo it, intensified the whole experience by the fact that he was bound at Goten's mercy. He would have came at least three times already if he could, and did he ever want it. Or did he? Did he want the blinding, white heat of release that would end it all, or did he prefer for it to go on? He could not even decide, but then, he was not to decide anything. That did bear a certain logic, and anyway, he enjoyed all that was happening. Such a submissive act should not be so enjoyable, but fuck that, it was! Still, he could hardly believe the pleading sounds escaping his own throat.

Goten paused, recognizing them. At last... He tilted Vegeta's face up for a kiss. "How about a deal?" he suggested. Vegeta only looked at him and he smiled, unzipping his jeans. "If you do something for me, I'll do something for you... things we like." He pulled down Vegeta's gag, then the front of his own jeans and underwear.

Vegeta's mouth watered at the sight of Goten's throbbing erection, leaking with his own intense excitement. Goten held it in place, and Vegeta's hair by the other. Indulgingly he pushed Vegeta's hips back down to allow his aching manhood soothing contact with the bed, and welcome it was. The latter slowly licked his entire rigid length, from its base to its sensitive hood, knowing exactly what felt good where. His own relentless pulsations that he could neither increase nor stop were a constant reminder of that, ironically driving him on. He was vaguely aware of Goten's ecstatic sobs as he sucked him properly now.

"Oh God, Vegeta! I'm gonna... ah yeah!" His eyes squeezed shut, he gripped onto Vegeta's hair, his thigh muscles clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, making Vegeta rhetorically ask himself who was really in control here. Then his body stiffened, seeing an exploding void as he came so hard he thought he might pass out, then relaxed, holding Vegeta fondly.

"Thank you," Goten sighed in heartfelt sincerity, his eyes shining. It was not something a top usually said to his sub, but he was Goten, Vegeta reflected.

"You said I get something, too, right?" he reminded him. When Goten nodded, he suggested, "Hm... why don't you screw me like there's no tomorrow before I literally fucking explode?"

Goten enlaced him with a radiant smile into his elated embrace. "You got it!" Wasting no time, Goten quickly shed the rest of his clothes, and the two of them made out crazily. Goten had freed his wrists for the time of more foreplay, craving his touch too much to miss out on it, then rebound them before he took his place behind him.

Goten carefully pushed into him, again swearing that he was much tighter than he remembered. Perhaps his member was just oversensitive now, or they weren't used to it.

Everything went perfectly at first, their pleasured moans, the sensual heat of skin on skin, their first, sparkling sensations that held such promise.

So turned on by the nice sounds Vegeta made, the sight and feel of his adorable hair when caressed or yanked, the way his entire, heated sheath gripped his yearning erection so tightly, Goten apparently didn't realize how hard he was thrusting, as the next thing he knew, Vegeta was exclaiming for him to stop, for real.

"Not so hard!" he yelled back a last time, "Dammit, that hurts!" He flinched away, which hadn't been easy with his wrists bound and trapped in Goten's heated grip.

Goten stopped everything cold, his face pained. "I'm sorry, Vegeta. I didn't know."

"It's no problem." Vegeta's face became subdued at seeing his face.

Goten freed him to hold tightly. "I didn't mean to." He frowned, puzzled. As far as he knew, he hadn't done anything differently.

Picking up his thoughts, Vegeta agreed, "It's strange. I go harder than that, and you'd barely started."

"I hope nothing's wrong," Goten worried, "We can do something else."

"No, it's fine," Vegeta waved the matter off, disturbed more by his dull, unsatisfied ache. "C'mon, I'm too horny. Just go slower this time, okay?"

"Okay," Goten agreed hesitantly, though not wanting to disappoint him.

Vegeta reached for him and he fell back into his embrace, gentle at first, but heated up again faster to the same fever pitch. This time, Goten turned him on his back and took him more carefully while his tail coiled around his neglected, now grateful member to squeeze and stroke in time to his thrusts, ignoring his savage pulsions to nail him into the bed/wall/floor... they never knew.

Albeit more calmly, they still managed to hit their usual earth-shaking climax. If anything, it was more intense, as not a single contraction escaped their shared ecstasy. Among mingled, incoherent exclamations, it looked as much like a battle taking place as anything. The best kind, they agreed before their first afterglow.

Of course, Goten wanted his turn to be fucked as well, their lusty appetites showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Following an odd hunch, Vegeta took Goten slowly at first, ignoring his pleas to go harder and faster. This was not an easy feat, however; Goten's adorably drunken look and his persuasive little sounds finally got to Vegeta, and he, too, lost control.

At his turn, at one point, Goten also yelped in pain, obliging them again to slow down. It was not in their habits, but they managed to reach as many climaxes to lose count before they decided to rest, with Goten curled up with his head on Vegeta's shoulder.

After another nice catnap, they were ready to go again. Vegeta shook his head amusedly, but there was no denying Goten, and the latter had succeeded in proving that Vegeta equalled him in that department.

Vegeta pushed aside one tangled sheet, his smile fading. In each of their places where they'd lain was an identical, telltale stain of dried blood, explaining their inhabitual pain.

"That only happened to me the first time," Goten recalled.

"Same," Vegeta agreed, perplexed. As rough as they could get, that never happened enough to notice, except for the first time for both.

"Maybe it just happens sometimes," Goten guessed, "It isn't much, is it?"

They'd removed the sheet and taken it easy from then on, but nothing would ruin for them what they craved too much. With some imagination and a gentler approach, the late night saw them both sated and happy, drifting off to sleep in a comfortable embrace. They'd put on their pyjamas and curled up together as always, falling into a carefree, purring sleep.

They had quickly became accustomed to the telepathic bond of shared souls that accompanied a true mating. Which was better, they pondered now, the heated frenzy leading to orgasmic bliss, or its sparkling, euphoric afterglow? The intensity of both was more than tripled when their bond was forged, and they decided it was two parts of the same thing. In any case, now they had no idea how they'd ever lived without it.
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TBC in Chapter 4...