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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,053
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6
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Drabble Word: Tower
Drabble Series - TOWER
Storming The Royal Citadel
Caught. Masturbating in Gravity Room. Goku groaned outloud.
Vegeta...
Just beyond that door, watching him.
He could feel him...
The lingering smell of spent sex filled the air as Goku absently noticed the small white splotches of semen that decorated the tile floor. Like a cat marking its territory, Vegeta’s most cherished possession now bore his scent. Goku smiled briefly, as hands that trembled -pulled pants up -over thighs that still quivered. This type of physical activity probably wasn’t what Bulma had in mind when she first constructed the GR. But he couldn’t imagine any other place better suited to achieve this perfect feeling of exhaustion. Using the towel draped around his neck, he bent down to clean up his mess.
Now to straighten out another mess.
Or make a new one...
Placing two fingers to his forehead, he reappeared behind Vegeta, hands splayed on either side of the Saiyajin Prince, towering over him, trapping Vegeta between the outside wall of the GR and his own hormone driven body. Vegeta’s eyes widened fractionally as the sweet musky scent that surrounded Goku filled his nose.
“What the hell were you doing in my GR?” Vegeta tried to pretend ignorance, but Goku was having none of it.
“Voyeur.” Goku accused. “I knew you were out here...” He leaned in, inhaling deeply as he pressed closer, one muscular thigh rubbing against the damp spandex of Vegeta‘s crotch. “Getting off, by watching me... get off.”
Vegeta sputtered, attempting to deny Goku’s words, but he was ignored as hot saiyajin maleness pressed closer. A firm arm encircled his waist, pulling him forward to press chest to thigh tightly against Goku. Vegeta’s mind raced with chaotic thoughts, flooded senses teased by the unbearable touch and intoxicating smell of Kakkarot.
“Oh, I don’t mind. In fact, next time... Why don’t you join me?” Whispering huskily and dipping his head, Goku breathed the words in Vegeta’s ear, lush lips barely wetting the graceful curves of the sensitive instrument.
Vegeta’s thoughts came to a roaring halt. Did he just...?
“How ‘bout now?” Vegeta’s eyes snapped up to get caught in the smoldering lust-filled gaze that devoured him. All thoughts to refuse, to fight, to flee... this seduction... dissolved in that blaze. He trembled as Goku’s hand lazily brushed over his taut abdomen, tracing the musculature of his chest, before they landed on the younger saiyajin’s forehead. “But first to Korin’s tower for some sensu beans.”
“Wha... Why?” Before Goku answered, Vegeta found himself in the Cat God’s domain, the encircling balcony pressing against his back where the GR had just seconds before.
“Because,” Goku replied quietly, yet determinedly, in Vegeta’s ear. “When I get done banging that sweet, tight ass of yours, you’re going to need one.”
Vegeta ripped away from Goku‘s embrace. With one final panic-filled glance he stumbled backwards, then tripped over the rail as he soared desperately away.
“Okay, maybe he wasn’t quite ready for that...” A feral smirk graced Goku’s face as he yelled, “Oh... Korin...”
Storming The Royal Citadel
Caught. Masturbating in Gravity Room. Goku groaned outloud.
Vegeta...
Just beyond that door, watching him.
He could feel him...
The lingering smell of spent sex filled the air as Goku absently noticed the small white splotches of semen that decorated the tile floor. Like a cat marking its territory, Vegeta’s most cherished possession now bore his scent. Goku smiled briefly, as hands that trembled -pulled pants up -over thighs that still quivered. This type of physical activity probably wasn’t what Bulma had in mind when she first constructed the GR. But he couldn’t imagine any other place better suited to achieve this perfect feeling of exhaustion. Using the towel draped around his neck, he bent down to clean up his mess.
Now to straighten out another mess.
Or make a new one...
Placing two fingers to his forehead, he reappeared behind Vegeta, hands splayed on either side of the Saiyajin Prince, towering over him, trapping Vegeta between the outside wall of the GR and his own hormone driven body. Vegeta’s eyes widened fractionally as the sweet musky scent that surrounded Goku filled his nose.
“What the hell were you doing in my GR?” Vegeta tried to pretend ignorance, but Goku was having none of it.
“Voyeur.” Goku accused. “I knew you were out here...” He leaned in, inhaling deeply as he pressed closer, one muscular thigh rubbing against the damp spandex of Vegeta‘s crotch. “Getting off, by watching me... get off.”
Vegeta sputtered, attempting to deny Goku’s words, but he was ignored as hot saiyajin maleness pressed closer. A firm arm encircled his waist, pulling him forward to press chest to thigh tightly against Goku. Vegeta’s mind raced with chaotic thoughts, flooded senses teased by the unbearable touch and intoxicating smell of Kakkarot.
“Oh, I don’t mind. In fact, next time... Why don’t you join me?” Whispering huskily and dipping his head, Goku breathed the words in Vegeta’s ear, lush lips barely wetting the graceful curves of the sensitive instrument.
Vegeta’s thoughts came to a roaring halt. Did he just...?
“How ‘bout now?” Vegeta’s eyes snapped up to get caught in the smoldering lust-filled gaze that devoured him. All thoughts to refuse, to fight, to flee... this seduction... dissolved in that blaze. He trembled as Goku’s hand lazily brushed over his taut abdomen, tracing the musculature of his chest, before they landed on the younger saiyajin’s forehead. “But first to Korin’s tower for some sensu beans.”
“Wha... Why?” Before Goku answered, Vegeta found himself in the Cat God’s domain, the encircling balcony pressing against his back where the GR had just seconds before.
“Because,” Goku replied quietly, yet determinedly, in Vegeta’s ear. “When I get done banging that sweet, tight ass of yours, you’re going to need one.”
Vegeta ripped away from Goku‘s embrace. With one final panic-filled glance he stumbled backwards, then tripped over the rail as he soared desperately away.
“Okay, maybe he wasn’t quite ready for that...” A feral smirk graced Goku’s face as he yelled, “Oh... Korin...”