Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Patience ❯ Reward ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: pixelgoddess 
Even though Vegeta and Goku have had sex, Goku still can't believe it - until Vegeta says it's his turn to be seme. Has he died and gone to heaven?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Even though Vegeta and Goku have had sex, Goku still can't believe it - until Vegeta says it's his turn to be seme. Has he died and gone to heaven?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Reward
By Pixelgoddess
One-liner – “You wouldn’t dare.”
Somehow I have ended up with part 3 of a one-shot – go figure. :D This is a continuation of Patience and Virtue.
Sigh – these warnings are soooo tedious. Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) If I owned them… Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.
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Goku propped himself up on an elbow and watched Vegeta sleep. He still couldn’t believe it. He had sex. With Vegeta. Sex. With Vegeta.
All he had done was kiss the prince – really nothing more than a cowardly peck. Minutes later he was writhing on the bed as Vegeta ravished him.
He imagined he should have stopped Vegeta and asked him just why this was happening, but honestly, he didn’t care. He had had feelings for the prince for years, but never once believed anything would come of it.
Vegeta opened his dark eyes to glare at him sleepily. “Are you going to keep staring at me?” he grumbled, “You woke me up.”
“Sorry,” Goku smiled. He could have sworn he wasn’t making any noise. He was kind of surprised he wasn’t as exhausted as the prince, but maybe it was because he still couldn’t believe it.
Vegeta muttered something unintelligible and snatched the pillow from under Goku’s arm. Before he had a chance to protest, Vegeta hit him once with it before turning on his other side, pillow over his head. “Go to sleep, Kakarott,” he mumbled.
He almost laughed – he should have known Vegeta would be a grumpy sleeper. Goku moved closer, taking his pillow back to the sound of drowsy grumbles, and curled around the warmth of his prince’s back.
“Are you going to be clingy?” Vegeta muttered, shifting to get more comfortable before finally turning back over to face Goku.
He chuckled, “Probably. Does it bother you?”
Vegeta scowled and moved Goku’s arm into position to make a more comfortable pillow. “Don’t do it in public,” he grumbled, half-asleep.
“You mean you don’t want me kissing you at a tournament?” he teased.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he growled.
Goku smiled to himself as the sleepy prince pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around Vegeta’s waist and closed his eyes. “Go back to sleep, Vegeta.”
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Goku quickly put the remains of their meal away, leaving the dirty dishes on the table, fully aware Vegeta was in the bedroom… waiting. For him. He was already achingly hard thinking about it. He still didn’t understand how the prince could be so calm and in control – and so damn patient - through all of this. Once Vegeta had kissed him back Goku had been totally off balance – while he wanted that reaction from the prince, he had never really expected it. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but an obviously experienced, sexually confident Vegeta was not on the list; compared to him, Goku was a nervous virgin.
“Get your ass in here, Kakarott!” Vegeta called, “You’ve stalled long enough.”
Goku blushed. He wasn’t stalling, was he? “I’m coming,” he replied, wiping his hands clean.
“Not yet,” Vegeta snorted, amused, “But you will.”
Goku laughed. This was so different than what he expected. “Who are you and what did you do with Ve-?” He turned the corner and forgot how to breathe. Vegeta was…displayed…naked on the bed, one hand slowly stroking his cock, the other playing with a nipple. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the seductive sight, fully aware of Vegeta’s dark eyes on him, amused at his reaction.
“Breathe, Kakarott,” he chuckled, “Breathe.”
He finally managed to take in a breath that sounded much too loud. This – this- for him? He became aware of the fact he was still dressed by the straining of his cock against his gi-pants. Somehow Goku managed to untie and drop them, stepping out of them with surprising ease, not tripping over his suddenly awkward feet.
“Very smooth,” Vegeta smirked, tossing him a bottle that he caught without thinking. “At this rate we’re going to run out of oil soon. If you use as much as you should on me, we’ll need to get more tomorrow.”
Goku stood beside the bed and stared down into Vegeta’s bright black eyes. This couldn’t be happening. He had to be unconscious – or dead – and this was his reward for all of his good deeds. That was the only possible explanation for this fantasy come true. There was no way Vegeta was telling him he could…Vegeta wanted him to…he was going to – to –
“Kakarott, get your ass down here. You do know what to do with that oil, don’t you?”
Goku blushed angrily, “Of course I do.” Granted, this had been the first time he had actually been with anyone other than Chichi, but he had seen pictures and read about it. Roshi had been an equal-opportunity pervert, after all. The old man might have preferred sex with big- breasted women, but that didn’t stop him from drooling over any kind of sex, male or female.
Vegeta leered, “I’m running out of patience. You wouldn’t want me to skip your turn and fuck you mindless again, would you?” He added a little groan as he continued to stroke himself.
Goku quickly climbed onto the bed, straddling the prince’s legs. Suddenly unsure how to proceed, he stared down at his prince, admiring the body so close to his. He’d never really been able to study Vegeta’s flesh so completely before and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity since he wasn’t sure if this whole experience was a fluke. He could feel the heat pouring off both their bodies; it seemed it was almost enough to distort the air between them.
Vegeta stopped stroking himself, instead moving his strong fingers over the inside of Goku’s thigh, making him moan at the touch. “Touch me, Kakarott,” he purred, intently watching his reaction.
Goku traced a curious finger over a scar that ran from shoulder to navel, noticing with pleasure how Vegeta’s breath caught before escaping in a rattling sigh. He followed the path back up with his thumb, smiling to himself as Vegeta’s eyes fluttered closed, breaking the intense gaze he had been subject to. His fingertips brushed over a dark nipple and he felt a tiny ripple in Vegeta’s ki at the touch.
Goku looked back at the prince’s face, not surprised to find amused dark eyes studying him again. He wondered if he could get Vegeta to make that little gasp again – he had never before heard a sound that could make him so achingly hard.
Vegeta’s skin was amazingly soft to the touch, warm velvet expanses broken by slick scars that added to his beauty instead of detracting. Goku had never realized how much more appealing old battle injuries could make his prince. He let his fingers skim randomly over the bronze skin, listening for the shaky breaths that told him he had found a sensitive area. Vegeta enjoyed having his nipples rubbed and rolled, but it wasn’t enough for the prince to break his stare. He stroked the skin just below his last ribs though, and Vegeta sighed as his eyes closed, his breath soon turning into ragged gasps.
Resting his hand lightly on his prince’s throat let him feel the pulse through his fingertips. He could feel the glide of his Adam’s apple as Vegeta swallowed against his palm.
“Kakarott,” Vegeta breathed, his voice warm against the fingertips tracing his lips.
He smiled to himself at the needy sound of his name and bent to touch them with his own. Vegeta made a tiny groan, drawing Goku’s tongue into his mouth. Goku moaned against him, feeling the rising heat as more of their flesh made contact, their erections brushing together as he pressed their bodies even closer.
He drew back, gasping for air, watching as Vegeta licked his lips with satisfaction, black eyes heavy with lust. Goku slid his fingers into his prince’s flame of hair and tipped his head to expose more of his neck. Vegeta groaned and trembled against him as Goku kissed and licked a path down his body, savoring the heat and musk that filled his senses.
He experimentally touched the head of Vegeta’s cock with the tip of his tongue, smirking when that simple act had the prince arching from the bed. Goku had never done anything like this before, but surprisingly he felt no hesitation – all he wanted to do was touch and taste every inch of his prince. He had given him so much pleasure already; surely Goku could do the same.
Vegeta’s cock felt like it belonged in his mouth, rubbing against the back of his throat. The warm flavor of spice and the heady scent of the chestnut curls against his nose and chin were working together to create a hunger he had never known before. He bobbed his head, sucking and growling around his prince’s heavy erection, purring with pleasure at the cries of ecstasy he caused. Vegeta’s hands were in his hair, tightening and loosening as his prince tried in vain to pump his cock even harder into his mouth.
He could feel the tightening and hear the change in Vegeta’s cries moments before his mouth was filled with the rich flavor of his seed. Goku swallowed as much as he could, unwilling to let even one drop of his prince’s pleasure to escape. He carefully licked Vegeta clean, amazed as how addictive his prince had become.
Vegeta moaned and grew hard again as Goku continued his explorations of his body, his seed adding spice to the frenzied tasting as he devoured his muscled flesh. He had never imagined how good Vegeta could taste, every inch having a slightly different flavor. Goku was sure he could identify each nipple or each rise of muscle by taste alone. Vegeta had finally lost his cool, controlled façade, and was writhing and moaning beneath him, clutching at and curling around Goku tighter with each passing moment.
Goku whimpered in protest when Vegeta stopped his worship, using his hair to draw him close enough to look at him with smoldering black eyes.
“Kakarott,” he purred, “Are you going to fuck me or tease me? While I am enjoying your single-minded devotion to my flesh, I’m looking forward to feeling your cock inside me.”
Goku couldn’t help himself – he blushed deep red. He never imagined a line like that would ever be directed at him by anyone, especially by Vegeta. Even his wildest fantasies had never considered something like this happening to him.
Vegeta chuckled and took his hand, pouring oil over it, letting it drip down onto his chest and stomach. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to study my body in depth, Kakarott. Fuck now.”
Goku looked at his fingers and growled in mock annoyance. “You’re awfully pushy.” He slicked the tip of Vegeta’s cock, taking a deep breath of satisfaction when the prince groaned.
“Of course I am,” Vegeta barked a laugh, “I’m your prince. It’s what I do.”
Goku grinned, thoroughly enamored of this relaxed, confident Vegeta. “Aren’t you the one who was proclaiming the value of patience?” He slicked a finger over his entrance, slowly sliding it past the ring of muscle. Vegeta had been very careful to prepare him so he wasn’t hurt – the least he could do was return the favor. He remembered how amazing it felt when his prince had pressed against a bundle of nerves and wanted Vegeta to feel the same pleasure he had. Apparently he did it right, because Vegeta was soon gulping in great breaths of air as he pushed back on Goku’s fingers.
“Kakarotttt,” he moaned, curling his legs around Goku’s waist, “Fuckkk.”
Goku slid his fingers out, thrilling at the gasp of anticipation his prince made. He quickly coated his leaking erection with the oil, shivering as he stroked himself to apply it. And then he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, amazed he had waited this long for his reward, and slid into the fire of his prince.
He had never felt anything like it – Vegeta’s body was soft and hard at once, muscles tight around his trembling cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to drive in even deeper, burying himself in one driving thrust, but he forced himself to move slowly, watching and listening to Vegeta for any sign of pain. Vegeta shuddered once but didn’t protest as he pressed deeper into his prince until he was completely sheathed in heat.
“Move,” Vegeta groaned.
Goku moaned with relief and drew out slightly before burying himself again. Vegeta started to groan, the sound continuous as Goku repeated the action, echoing his prince.
“Harder, Kakarott.”
He used more strength with the next stroke, drawing nearly all the way out before driving in deep, growling with pleasure as his prince curled tightly around him, heels rubbing against his sensitive tail scar. Vegeta’s cock was hard against his stomach as he thrust harder and harder, driven on by the prince’s cries of pleasure.
Vegeta’s eyes were closed, his mouth open in a vain attempt to gulp in air as his head thrashed on the bed. Goku could feel himself getting close, his body tightening in preparation. He slid his hand between their sweating bodies and curled his fingers around his prince’s trapped cock.
“Vegeta,” he gasped, barely able to speak, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
The prince groaned at the near impossibility of the task, but did what he asked. Vegeta’s eyes were dark with lust, locking onto his as Goku stroked him in time with his urgent thrusts.
Vegeta’s whole body trembled as he came, his fingers digging deep into his shoulders as he clenched around Goku’s entire body. The pressure was more than he could bear and he came with an ecstatic scream.
He stared down at the smirking prince, shuddering in reaction. He still couldn’t believe that had happened – and Vegeta had wanted it. Even if it never happened again, he didn’t think he would ever forget what an amazing feeling it was.
Vegeta dragged his head down, capturing him for a demanding kiss, chuckling into his mouth. Their tongues danced, each ravishing the other in a mock battle.
When his prince finally released him to breathe his own air, Goku gazed at him in wonder. All it took was a kiss.
“So, Kakarott,” he smirked, “Ready to do that again?”
By Pixelgoddess
One-liner – “You wouldn’t dare.”
Somehow I have ended up with part 3 of a one-shot – go figure. :D This is a continuation of Patience and Virtue.
Sigh – these warnings are soooo tedious. Goku/Vegeta. Sex. Kissing. Smut. Yaoi. (Does everyone know what that means?) If I owned them… Hell, if I owned them, there would have been more naked Saiyans, more sex, Goku would have saved Vegeta, and the prince would have been the one to pound the lizard to a pulp.
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Goku propped himself up on an elbow and watched Vegeta sleep. He still couldn’t believe it. He had sex. With Vegeta. Sex. With Vegeta.
All he had done was kiss the prince – really nothing more than a cowardly peck. Minutes later he was writhing on the bed as Vegeta ravished him.
He imagined he should have stopped Vegeta and asked him just why this was happening, but honestly, he didn’t care. He had had feelings for the prince for years, but never once believed anything would come of it.
Vegeta opened his dark eyes to glare at him sleepily. “Are you going to keep staring at me?” he grumbled, “You woke me up.”
“Sorry,” Goku smiled. He could have sworn he wasn’t making any noise. He was kind of surprised he wasn’t as exhausted as the prince, but maybe it was because he still couldn’t believe it.
Vegeta muttered something unintelligible and snatched the pillow from under Goku’s arm. Before he had a chance to protest, Vegeta hit him once with it before turning on his other side, pillow over his head. “Go to sleep, Kakarott,” he mumbled.
He almost laughed – he should have known Vegeta would be a grumpy sleeper. Goku moved closer, taking his pillow back to the sound of drowsy grumbles, and curled around the warmth of his prince’s back.
“Are you going to be clingy?” Vegeta muttered, shifting to get more comfortable before finally turning back over to face Goku.
He chuckled, “Probably. Does it bother you?”
Vegeta scowled and moved Goku’s arm into position to make a more comfortable pillow. “Don’t do it in public,” he grumbled, half-asleep.
“You mean you don’t want me kissing you at a tournament?” he teased.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he growled.
Goku smiled to himself as the sleepy prince pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around Vegeta’s waist and closed his eyes. “Go back to sleep, Vegeta.”
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Goku quickly put the remains of their meal away, leaving the dirty dishes on the table, fully aware Vegeta was in the bedroom… waiting. For him. He was already achingly hard thinking about it. He still didn’t understand how the prince could be so calm and in control – and so damn patient - through all of this. Once Vegeta had kissed him back Goku had been totally off balance – while he wanted that reaction from the prince, he had never really expected it. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but an obviously experienced, sexually confident Vegeta was not on the list; compared to him, Goku was a nervous virgin.
“Get your ass in here, Kakarott!” Vegeta called, “You’ve stalled long enough.”
Goku blushed. He wasn’t stalling, was he? “I’m coming,” he replied, wiping his hands clean.
“Not yet,” Vegeta snorted, amused, “But you will.”
Goku laughed. This was so different than what he expected. “Who are you and what did you do with Ve-?” He turned the corner and forgot how to breathe. Vegeta was…displayed…naked on the bed, one hand slowly stroking his cock, the other playing with a nipple. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the seductive sight, fully aware of Vegeta’s dark eyes on him, amused at his reaction.
“Breathe, Kakarott,” he chuckled, “Breathe.”
He finally managed to take in a breath that sounded much too loud. This – this- for him? He became aware of the fact he was still dressed by the straining of his cock against his gi-pants. Somehow Goku managed to untie and drop them, stepping out of them with surprising ease, not tripping over his suddenly awkward feet.
“Very smooth,” Vegeta smirked, tossing him a bottle that he caught without thinking. “At this rate we’re going to run out of oil soon. If you use as much as you should on me, we’ll need to get more tomorrow.”
Goku stood beside the bed and stared down into Vegeta’s bright black eyes. This couldn’t be happening. He had to be unconscious – or dead – and this was his reward for all of his good deeds. That was the only possible explanation for this fantasy come true. There was no way Vegeta was telling him he could…Vegeta wanted him to…he was going to – to –
“Kakarott, get your ass down here. You do know what to do with that oil, don’t you?”
Goku blushed angrily, “Of course I do.” Granted, this had been the first time he had actually been with anyone other than Chichi, but he had seen pictures and read about it. Roshi had been an equal-opportunity pervert, after all. The old man might have preferred sex with big- breasted women, but that didn’t stop him from drooling over any kind of sex, male or female.
Vegeta leered, “I’m running out of patience. You wouldn’t want me to skip your turn and fuck you mindless again, would you?” He added a little groan as he continued to stroke himself.
Goku quickly climbed onto the bed, straddling the prince’s legs. Suddenly unsure how to proceed, he stared down at his prince, admiring the body so close to his. He’d never really been able to study Vegeta’s flesh so completely before and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity since he wasn’t sure if this whole experience was a fluke. He could feel the heat pouring off both their bodies; it seemed it was almost enough to distort the air between them.
Vegeta stopped stroking himself, instead moving his strong fingers over the inside of Goku’s thigh, making him moan at the touch. “Touch me, Kakarott,” he purred, intently watching his reaction.
Goku traced a curious finger over a scar that ran from shoulder to navel, noticing with pleasure how Vegeta’s breath caught before escaping in a rattling sigh. He followed the path back up with his thumb, smiling to himself as Vegeta’s eyes fluttered closed, breaking the intense gaze he had been subject to. His fingertips brushed over a dark nipple and he felt a tiny ripple in Vegeta’s ki at the touch.
Goku looked back at the prince’s face, not surprised to find amused dark eyes studying him again. He wondered if he could get Vegeta to make that little gasp again – he had never before heard a sound that could make him so achingly hard.
Vegeta’s skin was amazingly soft to the touch, warm velvet expanses broken by slick scars that added to his beauty instead of detracting. Goku had never realized how much more appealing old battle injuries could make his prince. He let his fingers skim randomly over the bronze skin, listening for the shaky breaths that told him he had found a sensitive area. Vegeta enjoyed having his nipples rubbed and rolled, but it wasn’t enough for the prince to break his stare. He stroked the skin just below his last ribs though, and Vegeta sighed as his eyes closed, his breath soon turning into ragged gasps.
Resting his hand lightly on his prince’s throat let him feel the pulse through his fingertips. He could feel the glide of his Adam’s apple as Vegeta swallowed against his palm.
“Kakarott,” Vegeta breathed, his voice warm against the fingertips tracing his lips.
He smiled to himself at the needy sound of his name and bent to touch them with his own. Vegeta made a tiny groan, drawing Goku’s tongue into his mouth. Goku moaned against him, feeling the rising heat as more of their flesh made contact, their erections brushing together as he pressed their bodies even closer.
He drew back, gasping for air, watching as Vegeta licked his lips with satisfaction, black eyes heavy with lust. Goku slid his fingers into his prince’s flame of hair and tipped his head to expose more of his neck. Vegeta groaned and trembled against him as Goku kissed and licked a path down his body, savoring the heat and musk that filled his senses.
He experimentally touched the head of Vegeta’s cock with the tip of his tongue, smirking when that simple act had the prince arching from the bed. Goku had never done anything like this before, but surprisingly he felt no hesitation – all he wanted to do was touch and taste every inch of his prince. He had given him so much pleasure already; surely Goku could do the same.
Vegeta’s cock felt like it belonged in his mouth, rubbing against the back of his throat. The warm flavor of spice and the heady scent of the chestnut curls against his nose and chin were working together to create a hunger he had never known before. He bobbed his head, sucking and growling around his prince’s heavy erection, purring with pleasure at the cries of ecstasy he caused. Vegeta’s hands were in his hair, tightening and loosening as his prince tried in vain to pump his cock even harder into his mouth.
He could feel the tightening and hear the change in Vegeta’s cries moments before his mouth was filled with the rich flavor of his seed. Goku swallowed as much as he could, unwilling to let even one drop of his prince’s pleasure to escape. He carefully licked Vegeta clean, amazed as how addictive his prince had become.
Vegeta moaned and grew hard again as Goku continued his explorations of his body, his seed adding spice to the frenzied tasting as he devoured his muscled flesh. He had never imagined how good Vegeta could taste, every inch having a slightly different flavor. Goku was sure he could identify each nipple or each rise of muscle by taste alone. Vegeta had finally lost his cool, controlled façade, and was writhing and moaning beneath him, clutching at and curling around Goku tighter with each passing moment.
Goku whimpered in protest when Vegeta stopped his worship, using his hair to draw him close enough to look at him with smoldering black eyes.
“Kakarott,” he purred, “Are you going to fuck me or tease me? While I am enjoying your single-minded devotion to my flesh, I’m looking forward to feeling your cock inside me.”
Goku couldn’t help himself – he blushed deep red. He never imagined a line like that would ever be directed at him by anyone, especially by Vegeta. Even his wildest fantasies had never considered something like this happening to him.
Vegeta chuckled and took his hand, pouring oil over it, letting it drip down onto his chest and stomach. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to study my body in depth, Kakarott. Fuck now.”
Goku looked at his fingers and growled in mock annoyance. “You’re awfully pushy.” He slicked the tip of Vegeta’s cock, taking a deep breath of satisfaction when the prince groaned.
“Of course I am,” Vegeta barked a laugh, “I’m your prince. It’s what I do.”
Goku grinned, thoroughly enamored of this relaxed, confident Vegeta. “Aren’t you the one who was proclaiming the value of patience?” He slicked a finger over his entrance, slowly sliding it past the ring of muscle. Vegeta had been very careful to prepare him so he wasn’t hurt – the least he could do was return the favor. He remembered how amazing it felt when his prince had pressed against a bundle of nerves and wanted Vegeta to feel the same pleasure he had. Apparently he did it right, because Vegeta was soon gulping in great breaths of air as he pushed back on Goku’s fingers.
“Kakarotttt,” he moaned, curling his legs around Goku’s waist, “Fuckkk.”
Goku slid his fingers out, thrilling at the gasp of anticipation his prince made. He quickly coated his leaking erection with the oil, shivering as he stroked himself to apply it. And then he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, amazed he had waited this long for his reward, and slid into the fire of his prince.
He had never felt anything like it – Vegeta’s body was soft and hard at once, muscles tight around his trembling cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to drive in even deeper, burying himself in one driving thrust, but he forced himself to move slowly, watching and listening to Vegeta for any sign of pain. Vegeta shuddered once but didn’t protest as he pressed deeper into his prince until he was completely sheathed in heat.
“Move,” Vegeta groaned.
Goku moaned with relief and drew out slightly before burying himself again. Vegeta started to groan, the sound continuous as Goku repeated the action, echoing his prince.
“Harder, Kakarott.”
He used more strength with the next stroke, drawing nearly all the way out before driving in deep, growling with pleasure as his prince curled tightly around him, heels rubbing against his sensitive tail scar. Vegeta’s cock was hard against his stomach as he thrust harder and harder, driven on by the prince’s cries of pleasure.
Vegeta’s eyes were closed, his mouth open in a vain attempt to gulp in air as his head thrashed on the bed. Goku could feel himself getting close, his body tightening in preparation. He slid his hand between their sweating bodies and curled his fingers around his prince’s trapped cock.
“Vegeta,” he gasped, barely able to speak, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
The prince groaned at the near impossibility of the task, but did what he asked. Vegeta’s eyes were dark with lust, locking onto his as Goku stroked him in time with his urgent thrusts.
Vegeta’s whole body trembled as he came, his fingers digging deep into his shoulders as he clenched around Goku’s entire body. The pressure was more than he could bear and he came with an ecstatic scream.
He stared down at the smirking prince, shuddering in reaction. He still couldn’t believe that had happened – and Vegeta had wanted it. Even if it never happened again, he didn’t think he would ever forget what an amazing feeling it was.
Vegeta dragged his head down, capturing him for a demanding kiss, chuckling into his mouth. Their tongues danced, each ravishing the other in a mock battle.
When his prince finally released him to breathe his own air, Goku gazed at him in wonder. All it took was a kiss.
“So, Kakarott,” he smirked, “Ready to do that again?”