Gloves
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,077
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Gloves
-Goku drabble-defining Vegeta-
A/N: Drabble. Goku defines Vegeta and their relationship through the prince's more significant and remarkable traits/features/characteristics.
It' still unbeta-ed but I made some edit and altered slightly the original version, in case some of you have read this on other sites.
Word count: 396
Warnings: Some fluffiness.
Disclaimer: Vegeta and Goku are intellectual property of A.Toriyama
GLOVES
By Tyrana
Goku P.O.V
Gloves, impeccably white and pristine like the first light of morning; a token, a trademark of my prince.
Always on when he fights, inseparable companions. It is impossible to picture him without them. Ubiquitous. Permanent. So intimately bound to the man that have become part of him like a second skin.
And you cannot but wonder.
The first time he kissed me…I swooned, intoxicated with his taste.
And fainted.
And begged for more…
Then, still in a haze -my heart fluttering and my whole body trembling- I got lost myself in his look of possessiveness. His hand cupped my chin anchoring me to reality. He whispered my name with desire, in such a sultry tone that all I could do not to die right there was to ask him why he always wore his gloves on.
“Scum is unworthy of being graced by a prince’s touch.” Smugly as ever, he smirked.
Then he did the unexpected. He pulled his glove off to lay the palm of his bare hand on my face!
His hand is incredibly soft, almost gentle; yet abrasive in its steadfastness, assertive as it claims you with its touch.
Hitherto, I had felt but the brutality and accuracy of its blows.
But that day, with the same intense passion and keenness, it only delivered soft caresses. Sheer bliss.
Avid to make a claim of its own, his other hand glided down my lower back to firmly grab my buttock; pulling me closer against him.
With expert touches, he took me into a maddening descent to the scalding pits of hell and I savored for the first time the delicate bouquet of forbidden delights.
I moaned wantonly, in total abandon, reveling in the hungry fire dancing wildly in the depths of his smoldering irises; my pliant body eagerly yielding to his carnal desire as his hips bucked and rolled into mine.
Then he boosted me to the highest summits of heaven -The moment his thumb began tracing languid circles over my flushed cheek, a strange joy filled me up, knotting my throat.
And I wanted to cry and laugh all in once, suddenly struck by the enormity of such a meaningful gesture from my prince.
I leaned on his warmness, ecstatic, as a single tear trailed down my cheek.
That day I knew for the first time what true love means.
~*~
A/N: Drabble. Goku defines Vegeta and their relationship through the prince's more significant and remarkable traits/features/characteristics.
It' still unbeta-ed but I made some edit and altered slightly the original version, in case some of you have read this on other sites.
Word count: 396
Warnings: Some fluffiness.
Disclaimer: Vegeta and Goku are intellectual property of A.Toriyama
GLOVES
By Tyrana
Goku P.O.V
Gloves, impeccably white and pristine like the first light of morning; a token, a trademark of my prince.
Always on when he fights, inseparable companions. It is impossible to picture him without them. Ubiquitous. Permanent. So intimately bound to the man that have become part of him like a second skin.
And you cannot but wonder.
The first time he kissed me…I swooned, intoxicated with his taste.
And fainted.
And begged for more…
Then, still in a haze -my heart fluttering and my whole body trembling- I got lost myself in his look of possessiveness. His hand cupped my chin anchoring me to reality. He whispered my name with desire, in such a sultry tone that all I could do not to die right there was to ask him why he always wore his gloves on.
“Scum is unworthy of being graced by a prince’s touch.” Smugly as ever, he smirked.
Then he did the unexpected. He pulled his glove off to lay the palm of his bare hand on my face!
His hand is incredibly soft, almost gentle; yet abrasive in its steadfastness, assertive as it claims you with its touch.
Hitherto, I had felt but the brutality and accuracy of its blows.
But that day, with the same intense passion and keenness, it only delivered soft caresses. Sheer bliss.
Avid to make a claim of its own, his other hand glided down my lower back to firmly grab my buttock; pulling me closer against him.
With expert touches, he took me into a maddening descent to the scalding pits of hell and I savored for the first time the delicate bouquet of forbidden delights.
I moaned wantonly, in total abandon, reveling in the hungry fire dancing wildly in the depths of his smoldering irises; my pliant body eagerly yielding to his carnal desire as his hips bucked and rolled into mine.
Then he boosted me to the highest summits of heaven -The moment his thumb began tracing languid circles over my flushed cheek, a strange joy filled me up, knotting my throat.
And I wanted to cry and laugh all in once, suddenly struck by the enormity of such a meaningful gesture from my prince.
I leaned on his warmness, ecstatic, as a single tear trailed down my cheek.
That day I knew for the first time what true love means.
~*~