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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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1
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1,938
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2
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You have been couched
~* I Tried something different, i guess. No real story line either. Um. YAY VEGEGOKU
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enjoy *~
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Vegeta was evil. There was no doubt about that. But he was a proud, evil Saiyan Prince.
*Vegeta growls.* “No, I am not. I am crafty,” he says as he crosses his arms angrily – turning away from the narrator, only to be stopped by his long-time mate, Kakarot.
Smiling cheekily, the younger third class Saiyan said, “Vegeta, it’s practically the same thing!”
Snorting, the man replied with an air of confidence: “No, evil is evil. Crafty is smart, cunning, sexy, Vegeta.”
Goku puffed out his cheeks in a manner the Prince would only admit in his head as adorable, and then placed his hands on his hips. “You’re not full of yourself or anything.”
Vegeta growled back at Kakarot and rolled his eyes.
“Of course not, Love. I am but a modest man.”
Seeming not to catch on to the sarcasm that was used, Goku just nodded his head in a disbelieving manner while Vegeta continued on his tirade.
“Well, you see, I know someone that is just a ray of sunshine, and it stands this high,” he informed as he raised his hand to around Goku’s height, continuing. “..has unruly black hair, responds to a peculiar name, but I can’t put my finger on it at the moment.”
Knowing now that he was being made fun of, Goku crossed his arms and gave Vegeta the dirtiest look possible.
“Keep going, Mister. You’re just working yourself further and further onto the couch.”
It was the only known threat that was hurtful to the prince’s pride.
Yet Vegeta only smirked, completely unfazed.
“Couch?! It’s not like you would actually make me. Plus, I got rid of it.”
Goku then challenged Vegeta’s smirk with one of his own, even adding a chuckle for effect.
“Yes, you did. I, however, bought a new one, just for you.”
Paling at the thought of the younger male being serious, Vegeta made an attempt to redeem himself, not before the other finished off with: “And since I am a ‘ray of sunshine,’ I will warn you to get extra blankets. It promises to be cold out tonight.”
With that, Goku turned his back on the prince and went to cleaning up the bit of mess he made sometime earlier, before getting ready to change into his PJs.
Scowling, Vegeta stormed off to get extra blankets, muttering to himself. He was NOT going to sleep on the couch. Grabbing two blankets from the closet and stomping his way to the couch, he spotted Kakarot in a loose pair of sweatpants. The sight was too glorious to ignore and he felt that twinge of lust that always plagued him whenever the third class clown bared his sculpturesque body to him. Licking his lips and sneaking up behind the other, he brought him to the floor with a swift pounce and pinned him, seizing the moment of vulnerability to pick Goku off the ground and throw him onto the couch.
Grinning, Vegeta knew his victory.
“I got you now, my sexy lover,” he hissed as he crawled on top of the other male and pressed their lips together, kissing him softly.
Smirking and tracing the other male’s face with a feather-light touch, Vegeta pulled out of the kiss to look down at a profusely flushed Goku. “You look completely edible when you blush,” the prince whispered to his mate, and to prove his point, he again attacked the other’s lips, this time, with a bit more force – darting his tongue out, demanding entrance into the other’s mouth.
Without so much of a fuss, Goku granted Vegeta access into his mouth, moaning loudly once he felt the warrior elite’s wet muscle slide into his mouth with little effort. He enjoyed the feeling of Vegeta’s tongue squirming around his mouth for a bit before engaging in an oral war.
A sharp squeak escaped Goku’s mouth as he felt Vegeta’s gloved hand caress his skin, brushing over his nipples and across his well-toned torso. His back arched off the couch to meet with the man while desperately pulling at Vegeta’s clothing.
Pulling away from Kakarot, Vegeta remember he was ‘punished,’ and was about to leave the other wanting, needing, as means of retaliation. That is until he heard Goku voice a not so pleasant demand.
“Move and I’ll shoot you. Get your bastard self back down here,” the humble warrior commanded uncharacteristically, even adding a glare to his wanton demeanor. To say the least, Vegeta was impressed. But he couldn’t help but to grin at the remark before doing as ‘told,’ invading Kakarot’s right nipple with his teeth and tongue.
Gaining a loud, approving moan from the younger man below, he felt when Goku’s hands ran roughly through his hair – not that he minded so much, but growled anyway – before feeling the writhing male underneath thrust his hips against him. Moaning at the friction provided by the rather suggestive movement, Vegeta worked hastily on removing both their pants while shifting his mouth to Kakarot’s left nipple.
Tossing the clothing to the floor, the Saiyan prince moved his hands down Kakarot’s newly exposed thigh, doing a spider-like walk with his fingers along the fully hardened member of his lover.
Overtaken by a surge of pleasure, Goku threw his head back, letting out a low cry and thrust up against the older male’s hand, making Vegeta’s palm press entirely against his arousal. Using that to his advantage, the royal warrior gripped the appendage with a firm pressure and began to stroke it, causing Goku’s head to thrash from side to side. He could barely think straight as the older male began to induce an oral play on his skin, leaving love bites everywhere.
Moving the younger male’s legs to give himself some room, Vegeta growled lustfully as his gaze focused on a peculiar area between Goku’s long legs.
“Kakarot, foreplay is over.”
Without wasting a moment, Vegeta entered Goku without so much as a warning, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from his rival, causing him to moan in return. Goku’s hand snapped out to Vegeta’s wrist and brought his fingers over to his throbbing manhood, thrusting into the prince’s hand. Getting his lover’s plea, Vegeta took full action and stroked his lover’s shaft while thrusting at different intervals to provide the sweating, lecherous male below him with an array of sensations and make him finish faster.
Not being able to stand Vegeta’s sweet torture any longer, Goku sucked in a breath, before crying out and cumming all over his chest and abdomen – some of his sperm landing on Vegeta’s chest; not that he minded, since he came shortly after with a loud moan of his own.
Needless to say, Goku was spent; that was too spontaneous for comfort. He had no energy left. Smiling up at Vegeta, he closed his eyes and felt the prince pull himself out of his body and then shift on the couch so that the two were cuddling –not that Vegeta would actually admit it--.
The Prince pulled up a blanket from the back of the couch that he happened to notice, and draped it over Kakarot’s lower half, before pulling him close and closing his eyes. It wasn’t long before Goku closed his as well, and they both drifted off to a sound sleep. Both very satisfied.
It seemed they ended up sleeping on the couch after all. Not that Vegeta minded. Not at all. ______________________________________________________________
R&R pls
Thanks Ana for beta-ing <3
XD
enjoy *~
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Vegeta was evil. There was no doubt about that. But he was a proud, evil Saiyan Prince.
*Vegeta growls.* “No, I am not. I am crafty,” he says as he crosses his arms angrily – turning away from the narrator, only to be stopped by his long-time mate, Kakarot.
Smiling cheekily, the younger third class Saiyan said, “Vegeta, it’s practically the same thing!”
Snorting, the man replied with an air of confidence: “No, evil is evil. Crafty is smart, cunning, sexy, Vegeta.”
Goku puffed out his cheeks in a manner the Prince would only admit in his head as adorable, and then placed his hands on his hips. “You’re not full of yourself or anything.”
Vegeta growled back at Kakarot and rolled his eyes.
“Of course not, Love. I am but a modest man.”
Seeming not to catch on to the sarcasm that was used, Goku just nodded his head in a disbelieving manner while Vegeta continued on his tirade.
“Well, you see, I know someone that is just a ray of sunshine, and it stands this high,” he informed as he raised his hand to around Goku’s height, continuing. “..has unruly black hair, responds to a peculiar name, but I can’t put my finger on it at the moment.”
Knowing now that he was being made fun of, Goku crossed his arms and gave Vegeta the dirtiest look possible.
“Keep going, Mister. You’re just working yourself further and further onto the couch.”
It was the only known threat that was hurtful to the prince’s pride.
Yet Vegeta only smirked, completely unfazed.
“Couch?! It’s not like you would actually make me. Plus, I got rid of it.”
Goku then challenged Vegeta’s smirk with one of his own, even adding a chuckle for effect.
“Yes, you did. I, however, bought a new one, just for you.”
Paling at the thought of the younger male being serious, Vegeta made an attempt to redeem himself, not before the other finished off with: “And since I am a ‘ray of sunshine,’ I will warn you to get extra blankets. It promises to be cold out tonight.”
With that, Goku turned his back on the prince and went to cleaning up the bit of mess he made sometime earlier, before getting ready to change into his PJs.
Scowling, Vegeta stormed off to get extra blankets, muttering to himself. He was NOT going to sleep on the couch. Grabbing two blankets from the closet and stomping his way to the couch, he spotted Kakarot in a loose pair of sweatpants. The sight was too glorious to ignore and he felt that twinge of lust that always plagued him whenever the third class clown bared his sculpturesque body to him. Licking his lips and sneaking up behind the other, he brought him to the floor with a swift pounce and pinned him, seizing the moment of vulnerability to pick Goku off the ground and throw him onto the couch.
Grinning, Vegeta knew his victory.
“I got you now, my sexy lover,” he hissed as he crawled on top of the other male and pressed their lips together, kissing him softly.
Smirking and tracing the other male’s face with a feather-light touch, Vegeta pulled out of the kiss to look down at a profusely flushed Goku. “You look completely edible when you blush,” the prince whispered to his mate, and to prove his point, he again attacked the other’s lips, this time, with a bit more force – darting his tongue out, demanding entrance into the other’s mouth.
Without so much of a fuss, Goku granted Vegeta access into his mouth, moaning loudly once he felt the warrior elite’s wet muscle slide into his mouth with little effort. He enjoyed the feeling of Vegeta’s tongue squirming around his mouth for a bit before engaging in an oral war.
A sharp squeak escaped Goku’s mouth as he felt Vegeta’s gloved hand caress his skin, brushing over his nipples and across his well-toned torso. His back arched off the couch to meet with the man while desperately pulling at Vegeta’s clothing.
Pulling away from Kakarot, Vegeta remember he was ‘punished,’ and was about to leave the other wanting, needing, as means of retaliation. That is until he heard Goku voice a not so pleasant demand.
“Move and I’ll shoot you. Get your bastard self back down here,” the humble warrior commanded uncharacteristically, even adding a glare to his wanton demeanor. To say the least, Vegeta was impressed. But he couldn’t help but to grin at the remark before doing as ‘told,’ invading Kakarot’s right nipple with his teeth and tongue.
Gaining a loud, approving moan from the younger man below, he felt when Goku’s hands ran roughly through his hair – not that he minded so much, but growled anyway – before feeling the writhing male underneath thrust his hips against him. Moaning at the friction provided by the rather suggestive movement, Vegeta worked hastily on removing both their pants while shifting his mouth to Kakarot’s left nipple.
Tossing the clothing to the floor, the Saiyan prince moved his hands down Kakarot’s newly exposed thigh, doing a spider-like walk with his fingers along the fully hardened member of his lover.
Overtaken by a surge of pleasure, Goku threw his head back, letting out a low cry and thrust up against the older male’s hand, making Vegeta’s palm press entirely against his arousal. Using that to his advantage, the royal warrior gripped the appendage with a firm pressure and began to stroke it, causing Goku’s head to thrash from side to side. He could barely think straight as the older male began to induce an oral play on his skin, leaving love bites everywhere.
Moving the younger male’s legs to give himself some room, Vegeta growled lustfully as his gaze focused on a peculiar area between Goku’s long legs.
“Kakarot, foreplay is over.”
Without wasting a moment, Vegeta entered Goku without so much as a warning, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from his rival, causing him to moan in return. Goku’s hand snapped out to Vegeta’s wrist and brought his fingers over to his throbbing manhood, thrusting into the prince’s hand. Getting his lover’s plea, Vegeta took full action and stroked his lover’s shaft while thrusting at different intervals to provide the sweating, lecherous male below him with an array of sensations and make him finish faster.
Not being able to stand Vegeta’s sweet torture any longer, Goku sucked in a breath, before crying out and cumming all over his chest and abdomen – some of his sperm landing on Vegeta’s chest; not that he minded, since he came shortly after with a loud moan of his own.
Needless to say, Goku was spent; that was too spontaneous for comfort. He had no energy left. Smiling up at Vegeta, he closed his eyes and felt the prince pull himself out of his body and then shift on the couch so that the two were cuddling –not that Vegeta would actually admit it--.
The Prince pulled up a blanket from the back of the couch that he happened to notice, and draped it over Kakarot’s lower half, before pulling him close and closing his eyes. It wasn’t long before Goku closed his as well, and they both drifted off to a sound sleep. Both very satisfied.
It seemed they ended up sleeping on the couch after all. Not that Vegeta minded. Not at all. ______________________________________________________________
R&R pls
Thanks Ana for beta-ing <3