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Warnings: VxG, yaoi lemon, pretty much pointless smut, language. One-shot, NC-17
Disclaimers: I own neither DBZ nor the characters therein. No profit is intended.
AN: This one's for someone who needed a little cheering up. Nothin' says lovin' like some raunchy Saiyan smut, ne? *laughs* Hope this is what you had in mind....
There's nothing quite like a good blowjob first thing in the morning, and Kakarot's blowjobs were nothing short of perfection.
Fisting his hands in velvety spikes, the Prince of all Saiyans tried to thrust up into that hot, taunting mouth, needing more heat, more friction, more tongue, more everything. Big hands held him down by the hips, though, thumbs pressing into the aching, strangely ticklish points of his pelvic bone and adding to the overall sensory overload.
"KakarrrrROT!"
As if the howl were some sort of signal, the baka quit fooling around and sucked hard, taking him to the root and swallowing around the entire length. Too much. Roaring, he came like an act of the gods-- the intensity too violently beautiful to quite believe.
His baka choked and swallowed, still holding him down as he writhed and bucked, sucking like he couldn't get it all fast enough. Fucking perfection.
The heights seemed particularly reluctant to recede this time, and the long, lingering passes of a wet-velvet tongue drew out the buzz of satisfaction for a small eternity. Kakarot purred as he lingered, ghosting satin lips along his overheated flesh as the licks became less and less frequent. Finally, just as satisfaction turned again to interest, the baka lay down between his legs, cheek resting just below his belly button, strong fingers smoothing from his thigh up to his chest and back again.
"What's the occasion?"
He winced at the hoarseness of his voice. Kakarot's blowjobs always did a number on his vocal cords. The irony therein never failed to amuse him.
The baka chuckled, and he couldn't resist running his fingers through the thick spikes, stroking his fingers over the curve of skull, surprised, as always, to realize he had no desire to crush that seemingly fragile shell of bone and mutilate the vulnerable brain within. Hadn't he wanted, needed to do that at some point?
"Do I ever need a reason to go down on you, Vegeta?"
A snort. "What did you do, baka?"
"Nothing!" The answer was too quick, to vehement.
"Kakarot, tell me now."
A sigh. "I jerked off in your gravity chamber."
He blinked, his fingers stilling. The warm body over his own tensed.
"You...what?"
"It gets worse."
He winced one eye shut.
"I just went in because Bulma said she thought you were in the shower, but...when you weren't there...I got to thinking of you in the shower...and...well...." The younger Saiyan's previously relaxed and yielding body now felt about as comfortable as a steel table. "Bulma kinda...caught me."
Groaning, he winced both eyes shut. "Kakarot...."
"I know! I'm sorry, Vegeta! I just...I just couldn't help myself."
Of course not. Softening, he craned his head to look down at the tense form all but trembling between his legs. Kakarot had been damn near insatiable since they'd first tumbled into bed a few months before. It was almost as if no one had bothered to explain the whole deal to him, and now that he knew what it was all about, he couldn't get enough.
Wondering just when he'd gone soft for his favorite third-class, he resumed his casual stroking of the velvety spikes, relaxing back into the piled pillows. "It's all right, baka."
Jerking his head up, Kakarot blinked wide eyes. "It...it is? But you didn't want--"
"I said it's all right." The interruption wasn't harsh, but it did cut the younger Saiyan off. "They would have found out eventually, Kakarot." A smirk curled his lips, and the baka relaxed a bit. "Besides, I like that the very thought of me commands your immediate attention."
A grin. "Does that mean you accept my apology?"
He scoffed, leaning up on one elbow. "You call that an apology? I think you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"Then you did enjoy it?"
The twinkling in those dark eyes was infectious, but he kept up his facade a bit longer. "I dunno, baka. Not only did you christen my gravity chamber without me, but you allowed that insane woman to watch. I'm not sure a wake-up call quite makes up for it."
But Kakarot wasn't fooled. Pushing up to his hands and knees, he had the audacity to smirk. "By all means, Vegeta. Let me make it up to you."
He licked slowly at his lower lip as he eyed body kneeling above him. Somehow, no matter how often he saw that glorious form nude, he couldn't get used to it. The perfect breadth of chest and shoulders, the V of muscle down to the groin, the sheer size of the man....
Sliding out from under, he knelt and took Kakarot's chin in the palm of his hand. "Should I take it out of your hide?"
The smirk widened.
"Thought so."
A brief kiss, and he moved behind his baka, running a hand down the curve of spine. Kakarot purred and pressed back against him, turning his head for another kiss. He obliged, settling between thick- muscled thighs and pressing against perfect heat. Back arching, the younger Saiyan offered himself, and he didn't hesitate, thrusting inside even as he took another kiss.
Fucking perfection.
His lover howled and ground back against him, asking without words for more. He was happy to oblige, hips moving of their own accord, plunging harder this time. A throaty cry spurred him further, and he lost himself in the heat and sweat and scent of a good, hard fuck.
That beautiful ass pressed back with each thrust, the velvety spikes tossing, the muscled back rippling with effort, with intense pleasure. He watched the perfect body writhe to his thrusts, smelled Kakarot's need and desire, felt his own body's quickening with each almost vicious movement. It was always like this--intense, consuming, out of control.
Was it any wonder the baka hadn't been able to deny himself while thinking of this?
Harder still, and his lover cried out, arching and bucking for more. Again obliging, he reached down and clasped Kakarot's length, stroking roughly. Nearly sobbing with need, the younger Saiyan fell forward onto his elbows, crying out with each thrust and pull, spreading his thighs further to take him deeper inside.
Gods...so tight...so beautiful....
This second climax swamped him as completely as the first, his body locking up as his lover clenched around him and roared. The white bliss of the moment left him incoherent for some inconceivable span of time, and when he came back to himself, he'd sprawled over Kakarot's back, cheek against a shoulder blade. His lover's heartbeat pounded erratically in his ears as the younger Saiyan gasped and trembled.
Grinning, he shifted to drop a single kiss on his baka's spine before again resting his cheek against the sweaty back.
"Apology accepted."
END
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