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Drink Me Down By chibi_vegeta Drabble Round 18; Power 2 a: possession of control, authority, or influence over others Continued from Rounds 16 and 17, 490 words. The scent and taste of the saiya-jin prince swirled through the other's senses like a lazy flow of potent wine. The hungry kiss that followed drew a moan from the smaller form's chest as he arched for more contact. Vegeta's mouth tasted like a heady potion of smoke and honey; it sent a tremor of longing through the younger saiya-jin. He slowly became so intoxicated with the rub of their skin and the sound of the prince's halting breaths, that he couldn't even remember his own name anymore: only one name sounded in his thoughts and from his lips. "Vegetaahhh…" A low purr was all that answered him, the soft ripple of sound seemed to chase over his skin, leaving goosebumps behind. And, like any good junkie, he sought out more and more of this new addiction. The prince's hands had locked into thick jagged spikes of hair, trembling as a surge of lust tightened his stomach and groin. Heated nips and kisses were trailed along his neck, warming him in more than one place. He growled and pulled at his clothing. The previously comfortable hug of his training outfit was now becoming stifling and restraining. As it was bared, each inch of his skin was licked and nibbled and kissed until he groaned from the ache at his groin. If he had been drunk before, Goku was now thoroughly inebriated by the scent and taste of his prince. The lissome body beneath him arched and begged for more attention. Vegeta's ebon gaze glittered with hungry desire, washing to teal and back again as his ki flickered with gold. Goku couldn't resist the compulsion to kiss and savor his way along the corded neck. But now he craved a deeper taste, and sent his tongue snaking downward over hard chest and trembling stomach muscles, using strong hands to pin the slender squirming hips against the floor. He allowed the hands fisted in his hair to guide him, nuzzling down through soft spikes of ruddy fur that began to thread with gold. With a ragged moan, Goku captured the source of that enticing musk between his lips and suckled greedily. The cry that sounded in his ears only encouraged him, and he doubled his efforts to draw forth his reward. His tongue flicked around the swollen tip of Vegeta's cock and stroked firmly downward along the shaft, exploring and tasting. Slim hips bucked and writhed, and his hands left them to caress trembling thighs wider as he sucked harder and deeper, fingers moving to explore fevered flesh. His hand cupped beneath and kneaded the heavy spheres in their sensitive sac. There was a sudden quiver and spasm within them, the only warning he got before the prince's hair flared to purest gold and the taste of power and musk flooded his tongue. The howl torn from Vegeta's throat made him smile to himself as he cleaned his prince thoroughly with his tongue. "Mmmmmm…" Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / How Deep Can You Reach? |