Hormone Therapy | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10207 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.
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Goku
waited. It took many hours, but hunger
finally got the better of the stubborn prince, and since Goku was hiding
outside the hallway, he grabbed the reluctant one and hoisted him up, covered
the scowling mouth with his own and kissed him. Sloppily, but quickly, and then he smiled at him. “I’m sorry, ‘Geta.”
Vegeta
rolled his eyes. Goku carried him down
the hallway, back to their room and dropped him on the bed. It was dark out, and Goku—while he woke up
feeling generous—wasn’t so inclined to be patient. So he did the whining thing, and the pouting thing, and Vegeta
rolled his eyes again, but pulled off his shirt anyway. When Goku moved forward, put one knee on the
bed and leaned, Vegeta’s hand stopped him by pressing hard against his chest.
“What?”
Goku asked. This being patient thing
was not getting him anywhere, and yet, at the same time he realized that
forcing the issue would just push the progress backward.
“”Stop
telling people about how we have sex,” Vegeta said. And he seemed to mean it too, because his hand wasn’t moving, and
when Goku tried to lean around it, the other hand came up to stop him.
Which
of course made it that much easier for the larger one to press down, push
Vegeta flat onto his back with both arms holding Goku up—but they were both on
the bed, Vegeta was under him and half-naked, so Goku counted this as forward
progress and was very encouraged. “Ok
Vegeta,” Goku said. He probably would
have agreed to wear a grass skirt and fight forty Freiza clones with one arm
broken at that point, just so long as it got him closer to the sex.
Apparently
that was what Vegeta wanted to hear, because he let his hands fall away, Goku
had to catch himself with his own arm, and he licked his lips as the Prince
wiggled under him and maneuvered his way out of his pants. Yesss.
Verrrry Gooood. Goku licked the
exposed skin, sucking on it lightly, feeling blood rush to the surface and
leaving behind little trails of his own saliva. It was very nice, Vegeta always tasted nice. He felt the prince opening his legs under
him, then the bones of his knees digging into Goku’s ribs.
“Over,”
Vegeta said.
Goku
wrapped an arm around Vegeta’ back and rolled them over, scooted back up the
bed and pressed his own back to the wall.
Then he realized that in his great haste he had forgotten his own
clothes, and after inspecting the state of his closet that morning—or else,
after Bulma had—he realized he didn’t really have clothes to rip off, and
thusly was forced to wiggle out of the gi, push it down so it was all around
his waist, then lift the Prince up, set him on his chest while he flexed his
hips up and fought with the pants to get them off. Once naked, Goku repositioned the Prince—exactly where he wanted
him—and Vegeta dug his fingers tight into Goku’s shoulders, pinching the
muscles there and probably leaving ten bruises in the process.
“Can’t
you ever warn a person?!” Vegeta demanded.
But he was panting, and smelling nice, and sweaty again already. Sliding against Goku as he—probably wit
re
realizing—lifted and lowered himself slowly, like rocking. It was nice. Soft, easy, almost like swimming. “Kakarot!” The hands
slipped down from his shoulders and Vegeta grabbed his wrists, brought his
hands to rest on the Prince’s strong thighs, and he felt the muscles working there,
lifting and lowering, bringing this very nice paradise.
Goku
moved his hands around the body, briefly pressed a thumb to the tail spot,
delighted in the tightening around him, the little whimpers, and then tightened
his hands on the Prince’s ass, pulling his whole body closer to Goku’s. Lifting him and lowering him faster, and he
kissed the Prince—since his scowling face was right there.
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