The DBZ Drabble Series
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,054
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Drabble Word: Ecstasy
Drabble Series - ECSTASY
Steamy Encounters/b>
“When I get done banging that sweet, tight ass of yours...”
Oh God.
He’d ran.
Hell yes he had. Any normal, rationally sane man would have.
Ran from the very sex-crazed idiot he wanted to bang his sweet ass...
‘Yeah,’ Vegeta snorted to himself. ‘I’m sane alright.’ The cold water sluiced over his face as he allowed it to cool the heated blush that had been there from the moment he’d heard those alarming, but erotically stimulating words come from that deceptively innocent man.
Damn. Thinking about Kakkarot bending him over the rail of Korin’s Lookout had him perpetually hard. Hornier than a teenage Saiyajin in his first rut. And the cold water was not helping.
Rubbing the soap over his body, his mind ran amok with images of Kakkarot’s hands touching and stroking every inch of his flesh. His mind was betraying him for a few moments of pleasure.
He groaned in dismay. But he let his hand move down to grasp his soap-slick length while his other hand fumbled to turn up the temperature. One stroke down caused him to slam against the cold tile wall, trembling. It felt so fucking good.
Steam now billowed around him. Sweat poured from him as his hand worked rapidly up and down his engorged member. His torturous mind continuously treating him to the most delectable morsels of Kakkarot.
Kakkarot with his orange pants around his feet. Those thighs flexing and pumping that magnificently hard cock in that large hand. The way the younger man’s head had flung back as his body jerked in orgasm. The arc of white fluid as it splattered all over the Gravity Room floor.
But he needed more. He needed to feel that damn cock. God how he wanted it.
Sliding two wet fingers into his tight opening, his hand fisted up and down, while his other worked those fingers in and out. Pure ecstasy exploded like white-hot fire up his spine as his fingers brushed against that achingly sweet spot. Once, twice, then again. That was the trigger. His cock jerked in his grasp, balls tightening up against the base of it as the pleasure and pressure increased. One hard sweep of his thumb over the head and one last push against his prostate did it. Roaring out his release, he sagged against the wall, raggedly breathing, his hand still pumping, as his member sprayed and spurted out the last drops of his cum.
Vigorously rubbing the last drops of water from his bronzed skin, he wrapped the towel around his neck. Opening the door into his bedroom, he jerked back in surprise. There stretched out in the middle of his bed was a very naked Saiyajin. The one he had just been jerking off for.
“Fuck”
“Is that an invitation?” The younger man asked. On Kakkarot’s face was the most disgustingly, smug smirk that he’d ever seen. And his goddamned cock got hard again in response.
Great, now his body was betraying him too.
Steamy Encounters/b>
“When I get done banging that sweet, tight ass of yours...”
Oh God.
He’d ran.
Hell yes he had. Any normal, rationally sane man would have.
Ran from the very sex-crazed idiot he wanted to bang his sweet ass...
‘Yeah,’ Vegeta snorted to himself. ‘I’m sane alright.’ The cold water sluiced over his face as he allowed it to cool the heated blush that had been there from the moment he’d heard those alarming, but erotically stimulating words come from that deceptively innocent man.
Damn. Thinking about Kakkarot bending him over the rail of Korin’s Lookout had him perpetually hard. Hornier than a teenage Saiyajin in his first rut. And the cold water was not helping.
Rubbing the soap over his body, his mind ran amok with images of Kakkarot’s hands touching and stroking every inch of his flesh. His mind was betraying him for a few moments of pleasure.
He groaned in dismay. But he let his hand move down to grasp his soap-slick length while his other hand fumbled to turn up the temperature. One stroke down caused him to slam against the cold tile wall, trembling. It felt so fucking good.
Steam now billowed around him. Sweat poured from him as his hand worked rapidly up and down his engorged member. His torturous mind continuously treating him to the most delectable morsels of Kakkarot.
Kakkarot with his orange pants around his feet. Those thighs flexing and pumping that magnificently hard cock in that large hand. The way the younger man’s head had flung back as his body jerked in orgasm. The arc of white fluid as it splattered all over the Gravity Room floor.
But he needed more. He needed to feel that damn cock. God how he wanted it.
Sliding two wet fingers into his tight opening, his hand fisted up and down, while his other worked those fingers in and out. Pure ecstasy exploded like white-hot fire up his spine as his fingers brushed against that achingly sweet spot. Once, twice, then again. That was the trigger. His cock jerked in his grasp, balls tightening up against the base of it as the pleasure and pressure increased. One hard sweep of his thumb over the head and one last push against his prostate did it. Roaring out his release, he sagged against the wall, raggedly breathing, his hand still pumping, as his member sprayed and spurted out the last drops of his cum.
Vigorously rubbing the last drops of water from his bronzed skin, he wrapped the towel around his neck. Opening the door into his bedroom, he jerked back in surprise. There stretched out in the middle of his bed was a very naked Saiyajin. The one he had just been jerking off for.
“Fuck”
“Is that an invitation?” The younger man asked. On Kakkarot’s face was the most disgustingly, smug smirk that he’d ever seen. And his goddamned cock got hard again in response.
Great, now his body was betraying him too.