Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Kissed ❯ He Kissed Me ( Chapter 1 )

Wet, warm, utterly soft.

His lips moved over my unprotesting ones as my mind became the vacuum most assumed it was. I gaped like a fish as he pulled back, his breath puffing over my tingling lips in that irritating "Hn." of amusement.

I blinked. I'm pretty sure that is all I did for far too long before words fell out of my mouth, "But you don't even like me." Confirming my idiocy.

My idiocy didn't phase him. Smirking he took advantage of the moment pushing me back over the arm of the couch, "We'll talk later."

I started to say whatever new stupid thing fell into my mouth but was spared the embarrassment by his mouth covering mine. He moved so delightfully slipping along coaxing me to kiss back. He is such an intense, dark man yet the taste of his skin was so light almost a non-flavor like cantaloupe, the ghost of peppermint lurked on his tongue. I hadn't been kissed like this in a…well perhaps I had never been kissed like this. It wasn't that he was a he. HE was different. He was encouraging, intent, forceful in his pursuit of the kiss but not conquering, not domineering, not sneering, totally unlike like the man I knew from sparring. There was no win/lose here. The change addled what little was left of my mind, and I did as I always do, I went with the flow as long as the flow meant the kissing wouldn't end.

He was pulling away; I followed not wanting to break the contact. He managed to sit back on my hips just far enough away that I couldn't reach him from my half-prone position. He smirked again while I continued to struggle to sit up. The couch was winning and it was annoying me, I was to the point where I could just snap the back off the damn thing or move us somewhere with more room.

Tossing something carelessly aside, he pressed me back down, his hands slipping under my shirt to stroke up my torso, "Hnnn I like you eager." His voice made me shiver. Eager…man I was eager, I would show him eager. One hand went around his neck pulling him into another kiss while I lifted the other to my forehead. Of all the ways to IT kissing while doing so is now my favorite. It caught him off guard and his fingers dug into my sides hard enough to bruise but not unsettling enough for him to break the kiss. Our weight pushed me into the mattress as he slid along my tongue catching the tip lightly with his teeth before slipping back down sucking until our lips met. A groan rattled in my throat as my hands roamed over his back.

The sound of tearing fabric made me wince, another lost Gi top. Okay I know the orange is too bright, and I do wear it all the time, but for some reason I go through clothes like they were made of tissue, and the Gis are cheap. Warm thumbs brushing over my nipples scattered all worries about my clothes, wasn't he wearing gloves? Doesn't he always wear gloves? Oh I really was glad he wasn't wearing gloves. His thumbs were so warm yet the skin softer than I could have imagined. The alternating warmth and cool as his thumbs teased over my nipples made them crinkle and harden; a pained pleasure. He surrendered my tongue to nuzzle and nip along my neck. The shivers that caused felt so good and were so deep that my breathing was ragged. It had been so long since I felt lips there. Arching my neck so he could reach everything my hands slid down his back and over his ass. He growled a bit as he registered where my hands had wandered, the vibration adding to my shiver bringing up goose flesh. I wasn't about to stop touching his ass the vibration was too nice. I slid my hands down the outside of his thighs and back up. My hands had made the trip just once and already I was tired of the feel of his pants. It wasn't hard to slip my hands under his waistband. It was great to touch skin, warm and starting to gain the flush of arousal; we weren't athletic enough to be sweaty yet. For a race that can turn into giant furry apes his skin was remarkably hairless, but that just made it all the nicer to stroke. I worked the waistband of his pants down low on his hips intent on removing them. He shifted lower, his mouth gliding over my skin his thumbs leaving their torment of my nipples to wander down to my hips. His moving halted my removing his pants but that was okay he still had his shirt on and I was starting to wonder if his nipples were sensitive too. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, I drug it over his head, pausing his relentless exploration of my chest. He started to struggle but I managed to get the shirt off before he had to get violent, damn spandex. Looks good on but it is a demon to get off.

"Hn." He looked at me for a long moment; no smirk no smile just looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. My eyes felt impossibly large as I just looked at him as well. It crossed my mind what the possible outcome of this was going to be. One of us was going to be under the other. No settling for mutual blowjobs and saying goodnight. Vegeta has never done anything by halves.

Then like happens sometimes when we spar we moved at the same time, our chests met as we moved to our knees arms wrapped around each other and we were kissing again. I was falling in love with the feel of his mouth the way his lips nibbled at mine, the rasp of his tongue along the roof of my mouth. I couldn't refrain from purring, Kami how embarrassing, to cover my purr I got more forceful in the kiss overtaking his tongue exploring his mouth, my hands roaming up his back into his hair. I let my thumbs brush the skin behind his ears, my fingers tangling in his hair. His hands roamed over my back pausing here and there to trace an old scar before sliding under the waist of my pants. Oh…Okay I get why he was growling when I did it. But this I think was better, his hands ran over my buttocks, kneading and pulling our hips closer together. He ground his groin into mine, I felt faint as the blood rushed to my cock, breaking away from the kiss to moan far too loud. I would have been more embarrassed but he was moaning too. Finally the roaring in my ears subsided and it occurred to me that I had plans to see to. Mainly how sensitive Vegeta's nipples were, and what his skin felt like under my tongue. My hands slipped out of his hair ghosting their way down to his chest. The tracery of faded scars distracted my fingers as my mouth roamed over his shoulder. Hmmm I really liked the taste of his skin. His hands pushed my pants over my hips as his hands roved over my skin, pausing to stroke over the blemish that was all that was left of my tail. Kami did a great job when he took my tail not even the little patch of fur was left. Sometimes I really miss my tail.

Nipping and kissing I made my way to his throat. The thrum of his pulse made my teeth ache with the longing to bite, I get this way sometimes. I get this overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into things. I guess it is part of the Saiyan thing being so close to our primal natures. Still I doubted he would enjoy me going vampire on him so I made do with just grabbing a pinch of skin with my teeth and worrying it lightly. He was purring the vibration made my lips tickle and I couldn't suppress a smile. My fingers found his nipples finally. I enjoyed the feel of them going taut and pebbly then relaxing becoming soft and flat. Reluctantly my lips traveled away from his neck to lick and suck on a nipple, I felt his breath hitch his hands tightened on my hips. I had to smile again; Vegeta was having as much fun as I was. I let one hand wander down to his waistband, I really needed to get those pants off him, my hand bumped into his as we were going to grab essentially for the same thing. I'd be lying if I said the feel of his cock was unfamiliar, there is no softer skin, so smooth and fine, almost delicate wrapped around seeming steel. Springy curls tickled my fingers as I stroked slowly along the length memorizing the texture and topography. The sensation of his hands stroking me blended with the feel of him in my hands, it was so easy to get lost in the building tension. Need and desire were coiling about my hips, reaching up to shorten my breath. My mouth became lax against his chest, my breath fanning over his nipple.

Gravity overtook us collapsing us onto the mattress. My weight trapped our arms between us stilling the escalating stroking. I nuzzled his chest still panting as I tried to back away from the edge. He pulled his arms free letting them rest on the mattress while he took deep breaths, "Kakarrot."

I shivered as a little chill of fear ran down my spine. Oh I didn't want it to be over. Breathlessly I answered, "Yes?"

"We are going to need something slick. Do you have a lubricant?" his hand caressed up my arm.

"Hehn. Yeah I have something I'm sure." I was still sprawled on his chest and I really was loath to move. Sucking his nipple into my mouth quick and hard I found my knees and moved off him. My legs were tangled in my pants so I ended up rolling to the side of the bed to kick them off. I stood to collect the massage oil I use after training. Even after the intrusion of reality, I was still hard as a rock; it was strangely amusing to find I was so horny. I turned back to the bed to find Vegeta watching me from hooded eyes. His gaze focussed on my every move. Made removing my socks feel silly. I was relieved to note he had taken the time to remove his pants, no more wrestling with spandex for me.

I paused while climbing back on the bed; his eyes were still intense absorbing me his hand slowly stroking his erection almost absently. That was an image I knew would rise up in my head at the most inappropriate times. Ah but I couldn't really care at the moment, he looked so hot it made my mouth water. I crawled over to him my eyes drawn to the motion of his hand, without even really thinking about it my hand joined his following his lead. Hn… he arched a little under the touch his hips rolling slow, too enticing not to take the invitation. His skin is even softer on the tongue. His hand dropped away to rest on his hip while my tongue licked over the tip flat and wide. I let the bottle of oil fall by my side so I could use both hands. My hands cupped around the base of the shaft fingers gently combing through the curls. I ran my tongue down the underside wiggling over the vein as I went. His scent was stronger, heady. Whenever I am around him, I think of fire, when we spar, when he is angry the scent of fire is deadly, dangerous the burn is not far away. However, with my tongue running along his cock, over his balls, the scent of fire was warm, comforting. It is hard to explain how it felt, how the scent made me feel, but in the midst of the sensation, I didn't worry about it.

His thighs closed around my head, not the crushing clasp he was capable of just the closing of distance so he could touch me more. I couldn't resist nibbling and placing wet kisses along the smooth skin as I followed the limb back to his pelvis. My hands took over stroking his arousal in the absence of my mouth. The tension was building in him, muscles were tightening, skin was twitching, his breath was coming faster. He groaned long and drawn out as my mouth descended slowly over the head, my tongue circled lazily around it teasing. I inched my way down the length steadily drawing back up at the same pace as I started the age-old rhythm until my nose nestled in his curls. I had drooled shamelessly over his cock; the sensation of taking him so deep was addictive. I would say I have always had an oral fixation, biting, sucking, kissing. They are some of my favorite parts of sex male or female. My hands had wandered back to his ass, caressing, encouraging him to thrust into my mouth. His thrust slow and steady, always in control is the Prince. His pulse felt through his cock increased, his thighs tightened, release was coming soon. I pulled back enough that I could seal my lips around the shaft intensifying the suction. Not a drop of his essence was going to dribble wasted onto his groin. My tongue cupped around the head the tip able to tickle the vein that rises to the surface just below the head. It was just the right amount of sensation to push him over the edge. I looked up to watch his orgasm overtake him, his shoulders pressed into the bed as his back arched pressing his hips a bit further into the mattress, his hands fisted the sheets beautiful simply beautiful. The best part was his face, almost expressionless except for his bottom lip pulled under his teeth. He's is quieter than I would have assumed but the strangled moan made me happy. There was a flood of warmth in my mouth making me swallow instinctively. The flavor catching up as the flood ebbed, salty, slightly bitter, smoky. The softening of his cock in my mouth made me loath to release it. My tongue and lips slowly softly savoring the feel as his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed.

"Hnmmm. Kakarrot…" raspy and slightly thick his voice caught my attention drawing my eyes up to his face. He didn't say anything else but his hand brushed under my chin calling me forward. I let him slip from my mouth with a sigh, moving as bid.

Resting alongside of him my hands couldn't stop touching him, sliding lightly over every muscle, "Vegeta?" His eyes were still intense but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in them. His hand cupped my face his thumb brushing my cheek before slipping into my hair and pulling me down for a kiss. His tongue probed my mouth, sweeping along well-mapped topography, undulating against my tongue. His hand slipped down to my aching cock, stroking firmly. I moaned into his mouth my own tongue stilling as I was consumed with my need. I had kept it at bay thinking of other things but now it looked like Vegeta was going to see if he could make my brain bleed from my ears. I flopped onto my back, my hips thrusting shallowly into his hand. He left my mouth to trace a path down to my chest. His teeth nipping sharply along my throat made me squirm and start purring again. His teeth grabbed a nipple worrying and tugging on the tight bit of flesh. It didn't make me roar but I think I got close. Who knew such a comparatively tiny bit of skin could flood your whole body with pleasure. I was so deep into arousal that it took more stimulation to even register. His hand continued its firm caress of my cock pre-cum beading on the head, his other hand ran along my side, over my stomach the fingers pressing hard enough to leave welts; the fingers finally coming to rest on my unattended nipple to pinch and roll. Ah I was getting to the point where I had to come, where I was going to come no stopping it.

"Ahnn. Haah. Vegeta." I knew there was something I wanted to say but really thinking was too easily distracted.

"Hnnn. Kakarrot." He had left his torment of my nipples, his hand, and mouth wandering down to my groin. Or at least his mouth did I lost track of the hand when his tongue lapped the head on my cock.

I shuddered, my whole body quivering with that one touch. The shuddering didn't stop even as my mind was stunned by the fact that he put his mouth on my, MY, cock. Oh Kami that warm velvety tongue swirled and slithered down my straining shaft; his hand circled tightly around the base keeping me still. The missing hand made a re-appearance scratching along my inner thigh. Ungh I don't think I will ever get used to the feel of his ungloved hands. I really was so close to orgasm that three bobs of his head after he engulfed my cock and I was tensed spilling into his mouth. There was a roaring in my ears as I hung tight and pulsing forever.

Drifting and trembling in the afterglow, I was complaisant. Turning lazily onto my stomach, I really wasn't paying much attention as he straddled my thighs. The pooling of oil in the small of my back was a major clue but I didn't care or mind. I really didn't mind when strong fingers started spreading the oil. The cooler oil was soothing on my heated skin, though the massage was only over my ass and lower back. Fingers skated over my tail scar, almost wonderingly as if he was trying to confirm its absence. The sensation wasn't unpleasant but the area has always been slightly numb. Kind of like a healed burn, only the skin is smooth and not puckered. The oil became body temperature quickly leaving just a pleasant slipperiness that his hands worked over my cheeks while his thumbs glided along the crease then brushed over my entrance. The strokes started out teasing but quickly became firmer as his thumbs applied pressure without actually penetrating. When his thumb finally pushed through the ring of muscle, I was completely ready for it. As relaxed as I was, the only sensation was one of cool intrusion, which was lost as the thumb stroked and circled. I spread my legs turning at the hip sockets so that they were flat against the mattress. I wasn't able to spread too wide as Vegeta's knees kept me caged, but enough to give him room to work and convey that I was pleased with his attentions. His free hand ran over my hip and buttock in acknowledgement. Two slick fingers that scissored and stroked deeper still soon replaced the thumb. I flexed my knees just enough to get purchase so that I could meet his fingers. My head rested on my folded arms while I basked in the feel of Vegeta preparing me. His touch was winding me up again. That delightful tightening in every sinew, the flutter in your stomach, the coiling in your groin as your cock swells hardening. Those fingers slid deeper seeking out my prostate, and I was very interested in him finding it. Supposedly, the sensation is electrifying; at least that's what I have heard. He must have found it because pleasure radiated through me, not quite electric but still extremely… nice. I moaned rocking back onto his fingers wanting him to keep it up. The addition of a third finger caused a slight feeling of discomfort that faded with his persistent stroking and stretching. He brushed my prostate nearly every stroke; the sensation made me tremble, nerves with too much stimulation wanting to find release. I couldn't stop making sounds of pleasure, moaning, sighing, purring like an idiot.

"Veegeetaah…" I hate it when my mind works better than my mouth, " mmnnnn…" I decided to screw talking and try to get his attention some other way, again I wished for my tail. Purring with hopefully a desperate timbre, I spread my knees more as I pushed back onto his fingers and clamped down to still his torture.

"Hnmmm." I think I made my point his grunt sounded like an affirmation and his finger slowly withdrew. I didn't have time to miss his fingers as his cock slid into my very eager body. The difference in diameter brought the dull burn of stretching muscle, but really, it was all good. I clenched around him as he paused once mounted. I know I giggled as that word tumbled through my mind, but I couldn't help it. Had anyone said I would enjoy the position I was currently in and be torn between staying with the feeling of being filled or moving on I wouldn't have believed them. Sex of this type never held much appeal, I could live without it, but then I had never had sex like this before. What a difference having the sense memory makes. His hands clenched my hips and I knew he was going to start thrusting.

Being stroked by his fingers was nice, but the slide of his hard pulsing cock within my body was fantastic. I relaxed into the thrust. He hit my prostate enough that pleasure coiled tightly in my lower body, the friction of my cock against the mattress was rough and felt great, but I was sure I was going to be chaffed later. He had the leverage to thrust with his full strength which forced me to brace my hands on the headboard to avoid banging my head. We thrust together for ages until finally my nervous system rebelled. Everything clenched tight then dissolved with a loud shout of his name into a violent trembling. I'm not sure how much longer he thrust into me until he found his own release. When the muzziness cleared, he was collapsed and breathing hard on my back. I was so glad we had moved to the bed. I liked this part too. His heartbeat and breathing causing our skin to touch, the warmth radiating off of him, the fanning of his breath over my tingling skin. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and just let myself feel good. He shifted separating our bodies to lie on his back next to me. I rested my head on my arms again, turning to look at him as I got drowsy, "So, I guess I was wrong about you not liking me."

He gave a tired snort of laughter, "In the morning. Go to sleep Baka." I was surprised when he sidled closer to me. It wasn't enough to keep me from falling asleep, and the anticipation of waking up next to someone kept a smile on my face the whole night I am sure.

"That's it? It just ends there?" Trunks grabbed the dog-eared journal from Goten's hands. He thumbed through the pages in disbelief. Nothing, not another word written in the book leaving a third of it blank. Curiosity had him page back looking for dates. "Damn and no dates either."