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This kind of popped out of nowhere. It's fluffy, so I'm warning all of you! Anyways, enjoy!
~Celipa
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Vegeta looked at his mate, analyzing the handsome face. His eyes traced a path across his eyebrows and up to his widow's peak, to fall down his long black mane that had been just recently cut. He reached forward to run his fingers through the black locks. He smirked as he remembered how pissed off he was about the idea of Raditz chopping his hair off. But, it wasn't so bad, really. The Saiyan guard only cut it down to his shoulder blades, so he could still bury his face in it.
Raditz purred at the gentle attention he was attention his king showered on him, soaking it up like a sponge. He pulled Vegeta towards him, wrapping his arms around the lean waist, resting his head on his abdomen. The king buried both hands into his hair, right beneath the skull, holding him there.
"Raditz, you're turning me into a complete mush"
The older Saiyan chuckled and nuzzled Vegeta's stomach.
"That's okay, I can deal with that."
"But I can't!" he protested. "I'm supposed to be the one everyone runs away from because I'm so mean and cold, and hateful. Yes, very hateful."
"Well, I don't believe that for one second, Ou-sama." Raditz said. One of his hands found the king's tail base, and he lightly ruffled the fur, teasing gently.
Vegeta gasped at the tingling sensation and gripped Raditz's hair to pull his head back and eye him critically. The long-haired Saiyan grinned and tugged on his tail, his eyes full of mischief.
The king cupped his face with both hands, growl-purring, leaning down to place gentle little kisses on his mate's smooth lips. Raditz purred and kissed him fully, pulling him onto his lap. Vegeta chuckled into the kiss, breaking it as he put his arms around his shoulders.
"Bastard," He growled. "I have a council meeting in 15 minutes." He purred as he felt Raditz's warm palms come up to smooth over his back, and down his sides.
"Up for a quickie?" His mate teased.
Vegeta kissed him again on the lips, purring for him. "Hn... I wish, but..." He pulled back, "I don't want to reek of sex when I walk into a room full of war delegates." He bitterly smiled, and got off his lap to pad over to his uniform that was hanging over a plush chair.
"Oh, I see how it is! You tease me, and then walk away!"
"That sounds about right." The king nodded, confirming.
"Bastard."
END
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