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It was overwhelming. Goku heard Vegeta in his mind, feel his feelings, almost like he was actually a piece of Vegeta himself. Almost like they were done fusing and were an all-powerful being again, but fusion never compared to this. It was either a pitiful attempt to mimic the r’bhon’or at its best, or a mockery of what he and Vegeta now had at its worst. Sometimes post-fusion, he’d be more in-tune with Vegeta’s ki, but that was it. Not like this. Never like this.
He knew his family was around him after the ceremony, where they lingered in the room for a bit as the large banquet hall finished preparing for their arrival. He heard the King speaking, knew Chikora was too. He could see Gohan’s happy smile, Goten laughing with Trunks, Bulma’s wide grin. He saw Beerus tapping his foot angrily, Whis giggling behind one of his hands, Bulla begging to braid Chikora’s long hair, Pan laughing while in Videl’s arms, Chichi actually smiling at him. But he couldn’t respond to them. He was solely focused on Vegeta, the r’bhon’or and… everything.
Over the last year and a half, the r’bhon’or changed everything between them in the best way possible. Vegeta taught him and practiced with him how to harness the r’bhon’or better, how to send emotions over it, how to close it. The r’bhon’or was his helper when he didn’t know how Vegeta was feeling. It gave him hints on what Vegeta could possibly be thinking about. But he didn’t think he’d ever get as good with it as Vegeta was, and he was okay with that. It was good enough having the r’bhon’or as it was. He couldn’t imagine himself getting to the point where he could read Vegeta’s mind, or even share thoughts between the two of them. Vegeta told him that it would take years for them to reach that point, to talk to each other telepathically, let alone be able to read each others minds, and he was fine with never doing that. Maybe some day they could.
But then the ceremony. The silk fabric around their arms. The reopening of the r’bhon’or and their umoya’ir. Their umoya’ir.
As they exited the room, Vegeta and himself leading everyone to the banquet hall, Goku couldn’t keep his eyes off the man. This was like the dark place Tor took him to, that exact Vegeta now beside him, walking with him as if they were always meant to be this way. He glowed still, just like in that dark place, but so much better. Brighter. Beautiful.
Vegeta had better control over this, somehow. Goku still struggled to say anything, his voice mute, his body in a way detached from himself, like he could observe himself from the outside in. He would’ve been worried, had there been no r’bhon’or to help him. Instead, he felt Vegeta’s comfort and love, his admiration and his pride—pride, for him—and it stopped any potential nerves or doubts to come forward.
Plus, the very soft, very faint whispers in his head helped too. Vegeta’s thoughts. It was so muffled in his head that he couldn’t make out all the words. They sounded like little whisps of wind in the evening, or the ruffling of grass on a summer morning. But the words he did pick up on—beautiful, mine, beloved—were more than enough to keep Goku calm and feeling safe.
At the familiar large double doors, he and Vegeta were greeted by the soldiers there, bowing to them. When the doors opened, they walked into a room full of Saiyans cheering and clapping for them. Mountains of food waiting for them all, with one ornate table on a high riser at the end of the hall and two large burgundy thrones.
Vegeta and himself sat there, where they listened to speeches from the King, Chikora, Bulma and, surprisingly, Chichi as well. All of them wishing them many happy years together. All of them telling a funny anecdote or two. All of them short, sweet and full of love for the two of them, toasting to their happiness and good fortune. Of them all, Chichi’s kept hers the shortest, but Goku loved it nonetheless. Those kind, loving words from them all helped ease his tension away and he felt more like himself again.
Together, he and Vegeta led a rendition of the echu batwa before other Saiyans joined in on the dance floor. Goku trusted Vegeta to lead him, as he always did, and his prince didn’t fail him. It was only a minute of dancing—much to Goku’s relief—but it was perfect. He didn’t mess up, and Vegeta did splendidly as always.
The reception passed by in a blur. So many Saiyans dancing and eating and singing. Saiyans conversing and arguing and laughing. Music played, food was passed around, jokes were told, stories shared, and Goku loved every single minute of it. The best part was that he knew Vegeta did too. He could feel it right through the r’bhon’or.
Towards the end of the evening, Kohltavi appeared before the two of them, and Goku froze when she said, “Yi’esha.” It is time.
Goku felt Vegeta’s hand twine with his under the table. Feelings of love and affection, comfort and ease. That hand squeezed his hard, palm to palm, and Goku took a deep breath, nodding to Kohltavi.
He said goodbye to Gohan first, giving him a great big hug and a kiss to his cheek. He did the same for Videl, Pan, Goten and Chichi, in that order. Bulma was the one to hug him first and kiss his cheek before he returned the gesture. He hugged Trunks and kissed Bulla’s cheek last, and he smiled when he watched Vegeta do the same to his children. His smile grew when he watched Vegeta kiss Bulma with a passion that made him ridiculously happy to see.
Everyone generally wished him about the same sentiment: have fun, see you in a couple days, and have a wonderful ‘honeymoon,’ and Goku laughed when Vegeta snapped, “For the last time, it’s not a honeymoon.”
As they left their families behind, Kohltavi leading the way, Goku held onto Vegeta’s hand, taking in measured, tempered breaths. This was the part he was afraid of, probably more than saying his vows at the same time as Vegeta, in front of their families and the entire planet. Ixuba ye’t’air—the melding of souls.
In the order the book gave, this was the last piece of their ceremony—a private one that they and they alone had to do, for at least three days, but no more than five. Bulma, of course, teased them relentlessly about it being a ‘honeymoon,’ which Vegeta bristled hard over, but it wasn’t per say. They weren’t taking a trip anywhere exotic, they weren’t going anywhere special either. It was the last part of the ceremony, for themselves, so their r’bhon’or can settle. Based on the fact that he could still see their umoya’ir and had no idea how to turn it off, Goku was pleased and a little relieved that he had time to figure this out with Vegeta.
But it warned in the book that it could fail if they didn’t do the ixuba ye’t’air. The r’bhon’or could close up, become damaged, or it might actually sever all together, if they didn’t take this time to bond in private in the temple of a priestess. Considering Kohltavi’s temple was the most private area on the planet, and she was the one leading their ceremony, it made sense to stay there. Luckily, Kohltavi agreed to their request of a five day stay at her temple.
How the r’bhon’or could fail over those five days, Goku had no idea. What he did know about the ixuba ye’t’air wasn’t the part that scared him. He didn’t care that they had to ‘share passion in mind, body and soul’—something Bulma giggled like a schoolgirl over—didn’t care that they had to keep the r’bhon’or open a whole five days, didn’t care that they couldn’t leave the temple that whole time. None of it scared him. The thought of ruining the r’bhon’or did, that he would do something over those five days to hurt it, or worse. Lose it forever. That scared him stupid. He couldn’t lose the r’bhon’or. Not after what they went through. Not after—
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said.
Goku shook his head. He refocused on what was around him, pushing his thoughts at bay. Under the rising moonlight, Kohltavi glistened all over. She stood in the middle of the royal gardens, smiling at them both.
“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.
“It’s okay to be nervous, n’dra’ge,” Kohltavi said. “It will be fine.”
“Aiii, Lady Kohltavi,” Vegeta said, squeezing Goku’s hand. “It will be.”
She offered her hands forward and the palms glowed a soft, warm yellow light. “My temple is ready for your use. No one will bother you. No one will even be able to find you. I promise you will have everything you will need. You will not want for anything.”
“D’in m’yo, Lady Kohltavi,” Goku said. “For everything.”
“Of course.” She smirked, her ruby nose ring twinkling from the moonlight and her palms. “You two fascinate me, after all.”
Vegeta chuckled, reaching his free hand forward to hers. “We will see you in a few days.”
“Aiii, Prince Vegeta. You will.”
Goku reached forward with his own hand second. As one, they touched Kohltavi’s glowing hands—and in an instant, they appeared inside the golden walls of her temple.
It was vastly different from the last time he was here. Gone were most pieces of furniture, art work, even the ceiling. There was no ceiling, only the night sky, the full moon above and the peek of tree branches here and there. No cold air seeped in, only warm, gentle breezes. The temple also seemed a bit smaller too, yet Goku was positive if he was to walk outside, it would be its usual same, massive size.
There were thousands of candles, more so than in the past, sitting on windowsills, the floor, on top of candelabras, inside vases and jars, all flickering, all different shapes and sizes. The usual torches lined some of the walls, situated in between the many large windows. A golden table with some items on top sat nearby a very gigantic bed, bigger than any bed Goku ever slept in. Many pillows littered across the large oak bedframe. Four large bed posts reached up high into the sky, vines and plants and other foliage strung across each post, along with pieces of thin gossamer fabric.
He didn’t see any closets, any bathrooms, no kitchen either. He also didn’t find any of the bags they brought with them. Knowing Kohltavi though and her magic, all of those things would probably appear whenever they needed it. She promised they would want for nothing, and she never lied. Goku trusted that she would take care of them.
“Kakarot.” He felt Vegeta squeeze his hand. “Do you remember what the book said about the ixuba ye’t’air?”
Goku turned to him, nodding his head. “One of us is supposed to ‘lead’ the other on the first night. Right?”
Vegeta looked right at him, the moonlight casting dark shadows on his features and said, “I want it to be you.” He smiled. “I trust you.”
He smiled back. “Thank you, Vegeta.” He shook his head, watching Vegeta’s smile wane. “But I need it to be you. I know you trust me, but there’s so many things I could screw up and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“It’s a risk I can’t take.” He took Vegeta’s other bare hand into his. “I love you. I love this. I can’t lose the r’bhon’or.”
“The r’bhon’or won’t disappear just because we don’t have sex the first night.”
“I don’t care.” He squeezed both of Vegeta’s hands, his voice wavering as he said, “Please Vegeta. We have five days. Teach me what to do and I swear I’ll learn.”
Vegeta’s smile returned with ease. “I know you will. I have faith in you.” His smile slightly wavered as he looked away, down to the floor. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured or coerced into this. You are not my lesser or my subservient.” He squeezed Goku’s hands just as hard in return. “You are my mah’kha. My partner. You should always feel like you have a say in things.”
“I know that because you taught me that. You made it okay for me to say ‘no’ and not feel weird about it. I absolutely love that about you.” Goku let go of one of Vegeta’s hands to cup his chin and tilt it up, looking him right in the eye as he said, “And you make me feel safe. Always. I trust you to take care of me.” He shook his head no. “I just can’t be the one responsible. Not tonight.”
Vegeta grabbed his hand under his chin, bringing to knuckles to his lips. He kissed them and said, “I understand.” Kissed them once more, his dark eyes never leaving Goku’s, and nuzzled all four knuckles as he whispered, “I will guide you.”
The r’bhon’or pulsed like a livewire. Feelings of love and affection, safety and comfort—and desire and sheer lust hit Goku full force, and he shivered all over as he whispered in a husky voice, “I love you, Vegeta.”
He heard the same rasp in Vegeta’s voice as well as he whispered back, “I love you too, Kakarot.”
Goku kept shaking as Vegeta pulled him in, closing his eyes. He followed suit when their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss. His hands trembled, arms wrapping around Vegeta’s neck as their tongues slid against each other. Hot breaths. Warm skin. Vegeta’s taste and his bare hands over his. Bare hands cupping his cheek, running through his hair, tickled the back of his neck the way Goku liked, and Goku moaned into the kiss, shivering even more.
Sweat soon gathered on his upper brow. His pants grew tight. Vegeta’s hands slipped under the armor, and Goku gasped, arching into his touch. Fire trailed behind each of Vegeta’s strokes to his bare skin, fingers running over his sensitive nipples, down his washboard abs, up the side of his torso, scratched over the middle of his sternum, and Goku dug his fingers into Vegeta’s back as he panted for air, arching more into him, trying to find his hardness, trying to rub them together.
A click hit his ear, followed by another. The flaps of leather fell to the ground. Another click, a strong jerk and there went the belt. A push of strong calloused hands up and over his shoulders, and the armor collapsed to the ground, bouncing a few feet away. Strong hands pushed the body suit top up and Goku pulled away from the kiss to help, reaching his arms up over his head. It fluttered in the air like a songbird, while the necklace that was around his neck made a gigantic clang on the stone floor.
The room spun a little as those hands reached for the top of his pants. Vegeta leaned back in, kissing him again, and Goku succumbed to it, locking his arms around Vegeta’s neck. Strong hands yanked his pants down, freeing his hard cock, and Goku refused to release their kiss, instead trying to help Vegeta pull the rest of his pants down, toeing off his boots, lifting one leg while balancing on the other, repeating the motion, then kicking his pants away once they were off.
Then those hands were on him, right on his dick. Hands that knew him well after a year and a half together. Hands that knew what to do, and Goku moaned into their kiss, moving into the rhythm of Vegeta’s talented hands. Gentle fingers stroked him, petted him, thumbed the head of his cock. Knowing fingers ran along the underside, over the top, down to his balls. Warm fingers that played with his balls, circled them, tickled them, cupped them, gave them the tiniest of squeezes and the softest of pulls, and Goku felt his breathing and his heart speed up at the same time, felt his dick twitch, felt his whole body shiver despite the heat between them and the heat of the room and the warm night sky, and he poured all of his want, his desire, his own lust through the r’bhon’or to let Vegeta know he liked this, he wanted this and he needed this. Needed him.
Vegeta pulled away from their kiss, only to attach his tongue and lips to Goku’s earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, lapped at it, nibbled on it, all the while, his hands never stopped their work, never stopped stroking, never stopped petting. Without Vegeta there to muffle his sounds, Goku leaned into Vegeta and groaned loud, his hips thrusting up into the rhythm Vegeta made, his hands absentmindedly sliding into Vegeta’s long mane of hair and pulling hard, pushing him closer, trying to get closer, trying to feel more, do more, need more—Vegeta please—
Soon, Kakarot.
It was so faint, so very small, Goku thought it was a whisper. But Vegeta was still sucking on his ear. He hadn’t moved away. His heart seized, his breath catching as he realized what had happened again, what Vegeta did, and he cried out, the thrusting of his hips turning more erratic.
“V-Vegeta,” he whimpered, clawing his nails through Vegeta’s scalp. “Oh gods, Vegeta.”
That mouth left his ear and attached itself right to his neck, right where Vegeta had placed that gel liquid earlier in the ceremony. Goku pushed his neck into that mouth, pushed Vegeta’s head more into that place, and without thought, he lifted one of his legs off the ground to wrap it around one of Vegeta’s hips, digging the heel of his foot into Vegeta’s ass cheek.
The room spun again when Vegeta reached down with one hand and grabbed his knee, lifting the other leg off the ground. Goku helped along the way, wrapping it around Vegeta’s other hip, hooking his ankles together. He moaned, staring at the moving black sky, the stars above, the waving tree branches and its leaves as Vegeta licked his neck, sucked on it, traced his tongue on his skin, all the while, carrying him easily to that large bed in the middle of the room.
Then the moon appeared as Vegeta laid him right in the middle of the bed. It framed his face as he pulled away from Goku’s neck and knelt on either side of Goku’s body, one hand carding through Goku’s sweaty hair while the other gently stroked his cock. He could see the love and the lust on his face, felt it strong through the r’bhon’or, the moonlight above matching their umoya’ir that still glowed around them both. But he also saw and felt the admiration, the pride, and gratefulness—for this, for him, for this moment—and it made Goku smile, made him feel safe and needed and wanted, and he pulled Vegeta down for another kiss, one that was less desperate and more sweet, more languid.
This was the part where either they blew each other, jerked each other off, or straight-up stopped. Vegeta never pushed him forward into anything. He taught Goku many things, showed him what to do, told him it was more than okay to talk during sex because it was essential to know what your partner was thinking and feeling, and over time, Goku felt more secure, more relaxed, more confident in what he felt and in what he was doing. Vegeta always put himself second, never first. Always reminded Goku he could say no. Always told him he could put a stop to this at any time. Sometimes, Goku did, and Vegeta always comforted him and said he was proud of him. Sometimes, Goku didn’t, and Vegeta always double checked to make sure it was really what he wanted, and the gesture never failed to make his insides melt and his heart skip a beat or two.
Not tonight. He needed Vegeta. He needed this man—mind, body and soul.
Goku slowly ended their kiss. When he pulled away, he looked right at Vegeta above him and said, “Have sex with me.”
Vegeta smirked. “That’s the plan, yes.”
He smiled back, suddenly shy. But he didn’t look away. He refused, blatantly ignoring the blush he felt blossoming across his cheeks. “Not like before. Like...well.” He looked down, past his own dick between the two of them, back up to Vegeta’s face. “Y’know.”
“I don’t.”
“Y’know.” He swallowed against his dry throat, drifting his gaze back down to the point where Vegeta’s hand was, moving up and down his dick. “That thing you do… down there, with your finger?” He felt and saw his dick twitch at the memory of that amazing feeling. “You usually stop around here but...” He slowly rolled his eyes back up to Vegeta and said, “Could you please put it in me tonight?”
Vegeta’s wide-eyed stare and slack-jawed mouth almost made him giggle. Almost, because the slight nervousness he felt won out.
The hand on his cock stilled its movement. It moved away to rest on one of Goku’s hip dents.
Goku sucked in a corner of his bottom lip and bit down. Waiting for something. Anything.
But Vegeta… did nothing. Said nothing. He was frozen.
Then, Vegeta frowned.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said, enunciating each word slowly, “I’ll do it, but you will not be quiet through this. Got it? You will tell me when something is wrong, and you will tell me to stop whenever you want.”
Goku nodded, all nervousness dying off after hearing Vegeta’s reaction. Now it was a different kind of nervousness, a growing itch of curiosity and a deep need to feel that pleasure, feel Vegeta do that to him, explore the unknown with him.
He leaned up onto his forearms to watch Vegeta stand away from the bed, divesting himself of all his clothes. His dick twitched and he itched to touch it as he watched his prince strip the royal clothing piece by piece to the ground, until he was naked too. It was a sight Goku came to love seeing and enjoying, but now it was extra special, more intimate, after their ceremony. He wasn’t just Vegeta. He was his mate. His prince. His Vegeta, naked and hard, bathed in the light of the moon above and their umoya’ir.
To his surprise, Vegeta didn’t come immediately to the bed. Instead, he walked away from it to the table, and Goku rolled onto his side to watch him. On the table, Goku made out a few books, some vials and glass bottles and vases full of liquids and gels and other things he had no idea about. There were some other items too there, things he had never seen before, but that didn’t matter now. Vegeta picked up one of those vials full of a colorless liquid and then turned, walking back to the bed.
As he walked over, Vegeta said, “Scoot down.”
“Huh?”
“It’s better this way. Bring your legs over the edge of the bed.”
Goku frowned. He scooted himself towards the end, following what Vegeta asked. His feet touched the ground, his ass right on the edge. Still leaning on his forearms, he asked, “Like this?”
“Aiii. Thank you.”
Then Vegeta knelt down onto the ground, swinging both of Goku’s legs up and over his shoulders, and there it was—that smirk. That look. The look Goku knew only Vegeta gave him and him alone. The one Vegeta knew drove Goku crazy, and it did. He heard his breath pick up, his face heat up, his heart speed up, his stomach cramped up, and he dug his fingers into the bed at the same time he sucked in his bottom lip completely and bit down.
Vegeta didn’t move. Didn’t look away. He heard the sound of a vial popping open and glass hitting the stone floor. He watched Vegeta’s bare hands rise up and land on top of his thighs, stroking the top, the hairs, skipping over to the insides, and Goku felt his balls draw up, felt his lower region cramp up with every tickle, every fingertips gliding over his skin.
His fingers dug into the bedspread when he watched Vegeta’s tongue dart out. Felt his lips part as he watched and felt Vegeta’s tongue lick slowly, very slowly, up his inner left thigh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake. His legs went taut as he gasped, the sight of Vegeta’s tongue and nose burying themselves so close, so damned close to his balls, almost made him whimper.
That whimper released when he watched Vegeta’s talented tongue and lips move towards the center of his body, hot breath on his balls. His eyes fluttered and his toes curled when he felt that tongue on one of his sacs. A gentle touch. A barely-there lick. Then another. Another, to the other sac. And another. He rolled his ankles before tightening up his legs again straight as a line, his fingers twisting into the bed, as that tongue and those lips worried the area that Vegeta knew he liked. An area of his body Goku had no idea he would like so much, until Vegeta.
Tongue, beneath his ball sack. Tongue and lips, kissing the perineum. One of Vegeta’s hands disappeared from view—Goku felt his ass clench a little in excitement—and he moaned hard when he felt a strong thumb press there, right there. Small circles. Very small, very tender circles. Intimately knowing him. What he liked. What he enjoyed.
All the while, Vegeta never looked away. He kept staring like a panther watching its prey in stalks of grass, waiting patiently. Enjoying.
Goku tried keeping his eyes open. Tried to not look away. But on one particular stroke of fingers there followed by Vegeta’s swiping tongue, he gave up, his head falling back as he moaned on top of his lungs, sinking into his shoulder blades.
A strong hand on his cock again. Goku moaned as it moved well, thumbing the tip, squeezing the base. Knowing him well, those gentle strokes, all in time with fingers on his perineum. He panted, his hips moving unconsciously, as soft kisses trailed down and up his thighs, to each of his balls, and Goku whimpered again, needing more, needing Vegeta to do it finally. To touch him there, finally.
No more heat on his crotch. He heard Vegeta say in a husky voice, “Lay back,” and he listened, flopping backwards, his arms falling by his sides.
No more fingers there either, and Goku ached to feel them again, to feel that pleasure again. He heard Vegeta say, “Hold the back of your knees for me,” and Goku drew his knees towards his chest, wrapping his large hands behind each one. Exposing himself to Vegeta.
Lips on the head of his dick. Goku sucked in his next breath, his head flopping to the side. Little licks. Gentle sucks. Teasing the head, only the head of his cock—and then he felt it. Two smooth, oily fingers, there. Right there, over his asshole. Against it. Circling. Not pressing. Just feeling. Getting to know the sensation, understand it, and soon, Goku did. It felt nice. Whenever Vegeta took those fingers away, he came back with them coated with more of that nice oil, and it was really good. Even when he would circle and then gently push against the ring of muscle, it felt good. It didn’t feel weird at all. It was okay.
Little by little, one of those oily fingers pressed in with each circle, going in deeper each and every time. Vegeta never shoved it in. Never forced it. He took his time with a precision and patience that only Vegeta would possess. He didn’t even notice when that finger was now coming all the way inside him. It never lingered long enough, but each time, he could feel Vegeta’s knuckle pressing up against his ass, signaling it was all the way in, and Goku blushed, realizing that he really, really liked this. He really, really enjoyed what Vegeta was doing to him.
He peeked his eyes open to see Vegeta and he found him no longer leaning on the ground but crouched on the edge of the bed, his eyes hidden by his bangs, his head bobbing up and down in a smooth motion, in time with the elbow and arm Goku could see moving between his legs. He gripped his own knees harder, tried to bring them closer to his chest, tried to open them wider, and his breath hitched at the sight of Vegeta’s animalistic stare peering right at him through his black bangs.
The pleasure built, a slow burn that had the potential to explode like an inferno, and he wanted it. He needed it. He wanted this man, his mah’kha, his prince, and he sent that need over the r’bhon’or, that lust, that desire for him, for this. So good, he thought, moving his hips to Vegeta’s rhythm, please, more, please Vegeta, it’s so good, and he hoped he’d hear his voice again, hoped this would work—
I’m glad.
“Oh gods,” he gasped, arching his lower back, his eyes fluttering shut. He squeezed his knees tight, his hips thrusting down every time Vegeta’s finger came back inside him—and then it stopped leaving him, it stayed there, it moved with him. “V-Vegeta…” He thrusted in time with that finger, with Vegeta, his head lolling to the other side. “Vegeta…” Sweat trickled down his brow, the side of his jaw, dripped a little into his parted mouth. “M’yo r’sha…” He panted hard, his own hot breath blowing back onto his face from the bedsheets, and he squeezed his eyes tighter, gasping, “M’yo v-ve’ho’ti…”
Lips moved from the head of his cock to the sides. Skipped down the ridged edge and up. Nose brushing against his pubic hairs. “M’yo mah’kha,” came that rumble, and Goku hissed at the sensation of that voice so close to his dick.
Then came a gentle kiss to the head of his dick, and Goku moaned, thrusting up to him, thrusting up against his finger. More kisses to his dick. Kisses to each of his hip dents. Kisses to the corners of his inner thighs. All the while, that finger never stopped moving, and neither did Goku.
Tongue against the underside of his dick. Curling. Sucking it into his mouth once, before going away. Goku felt his legs quiver, and he shook everywhere when Vegeta’s husky voice rumbled, “I like doing this to you. I like making you feel good.”
Goku nodded his head, rubbing his sweaty cheek against the sheets. “Y-You do. You always m-make me feel so good.”
“It’s all I want for you, m’yo mah’kha.” The finger inside soon had another. Two fingers now, two oiled fingers inside, and Vegeta whispered, “You deserve to feel this good.”
He whimpered as those two oily fingers took their time thrusting in and out, at the same time Vegeta flooded feelings of love, affection and pride over the r’bhon’or, causing his eyes to sting and his breath to hitch and turn wet. He tried to move faster, tried to show with his body how much he loved Vegeta, how much he wanted him. Vegeta sent over feelings of comfort and love in return, and Goku whimpered, his legs trembling in his grip. He almost growled every time those fingers left his body, sighed in happiness every time they returned with even more of that nice oil.
His face burned when on Vegeta’s next thrust, he heard a squelch sound coming from down below. Embarrassment warred with arousal. He wanted to hide and yet he wanted more of that sound, more of that delicious feeling down there. And Vegeta gave it to him. He thrusted again, and again, and again, every squelch and shlick making Goku pant harder, thrust harder, need more, need it now.
Then, he felt the tips of those fingers curl just a little—
“AHHHH!”
Pleasure.
“Vegetaaaah!”
His eyes blew wide open, staring at the night sky above.
Those fingers.
“Oh gods!”
They rubbed.
“Vegetaaaaah!”
White hot searing pleasure, right from his ass. From those fingers.
“Ahhhhhh!”
He arched his lower back. Thrusted into those fingers.
“Oh gods Vegetaaaaaaaah!”
The top of his head dug into the bed. He clung so hard to his knees, he could feel the bruises forming.
Then those fingers rubbed just right, and he whined on top of his lungs, his upper body clearing the bed, his chin hitting his chest. Pleasure, too much pleasure, white hot fire, those fingers, that—all of this—
He released almost a guttural growl of “Fuuuuck!” He fought for his next breath, and his next, and the one after that, as his ass pulsed, those fingers moved, Vegeta’s lips touched his dick, and he chanted, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—!” One of his legs slipped out of his sweaty grip and he flung that sweaty palm over his mouth, shouting a very muffled, “Fuuuuuck!”
So much pleasure. Too much. Heat. Tongues. Those fingers. Lips. Hot breath. Talented tongue. Fingers roaming over him, above him, inside of him, and Goku whimpered, cried out, panted, flat out squealed behind his muffled palm. His head shook side to side as the pleasure built higher, reaching to a place so close, so very close—
Then the fingers stopped moving as fast. They didn’t leave, but they weren’t thrusting as much as before.
Fingers touched the top of his palm, the one over his mouth. “Don’t,” Vegeta whispered, and Goku opened his blurry eyes to see his face. He found a loving smile and those dark eyes looking right at him, eyes that twinkled like the stars above them. “Let me hear you.”
His heart seized. Goku let Vegeta pull his hand away, let him guide his hand back to its place behind his thigh. He watched Vegeta roam that free hand down his heaving sternum, over his abs, the slight swell of his lower belly, and then wrap strong, knowing fingers around his red cock, the head purple and leaking precum fluid from the tip down the sides.
Goku regained a better grip over both of the back of his knees, drawing them a little higher, pressing his lower back deeper into the bed. He panted, licked his lips, tried to form words, but all he could do was moan and pant desperately for air. All he felt was that pleasure, the fire inside, the burn coming right from Vegeta’s fingers, Vegeta’s strong hand around his cock. All he saw was his Vegeta, smiling at him, watching him with those knowing, loving eyes, looming over him like a predator but he wasn’t afraid. He had no fear. Not with the feelings of love and affection coming over their r’bhon’or. Not when he could see their umoya’ir glowing like that.
Not when he could hear the very faint whisper of Vegeta’s voice in his head, echoing, ricocheting in the depths of his mind—a sweet brush of a Sadalan word that made Goku whimper.
Kho’lisa.
Beautiful.
“V-Vegeta…” He moaned, moving with Vegeta’s fingers as the burn ignited, transforming into a roaring inferno inside. “Oh f-fuck…” He thrusted down with each thrust up, panting in time with his movements inside, the strokes to his cock. “S-So good.” The bed squeaked. Sweat dripped down the sides of his nose and neck. “It’s so good.”
Vegeta leaned down. “You deserve this, m’yo mah’kha.” He licked the tip of Goku’s cock at the same time he thrusted his fingers in, and Goku shivered, watching Vegeta do this to him, watching Vegeta lick his tip again, and again. Watched him whisper with the affection he brought over their r’bhon’or, “You deserve to feel this good.” His eyes stung as Goku felt the love that followed, the love, passion and desire, for him, and it was all amplified with Vegeta’s next words: “I love doing this to you. I love knowing I’m the only one who can do this to you.” And as he descended upon Goku’s cock with his lips, Vegeta closed his eyes and whispered, “And I can’t wait for you to do the same to me.”
Goku gasped, arching up. Something uncoiled in his belly. Something hot and new and almost, almost in reach. “Oh. Oh gods.” He stared up at the stars above, unable to look at Vegeta bobbing his head up and down on his dick. This pleasure. This man. “Oh shit. Oh fuck, Vegeta.” The idea of giving him this, of doing to him what Vegeta was doing now—and Goku keened, whimpered, cried out, as that pleasure reached so close to the pinnacle, so damn close, and he thrusted faster, the bed shook more, the sky above him shook too, he shook everywhere, and a stream of mindless words spilled out of him: “Oh gods, oh shit, Vegeta, m’yo ve’ho’ti, m’yo mah’kha, m’eh t’sha au, m’eh t’sha au m’yo ve’hoti, oh gods, fuck, shit, ahhh—” And he gasped as he felt something new, something wonderful and scary and so damn close—"I, I think I’m gonna, gonna—”
Love. Affection. Desire. Thankfulness. Pride.
Vegeta inside him. Vegeta around him.
Vegeta’s very soft whisper resonated in his mind.
Let me see you come, m’yo mah’kha.
His body erupted.
“Vegetaaaaaahhhh!”
A blanket of white washed over him. No more sky above him. Just pure white. Goku heard his own screams and whimpers and mews, felt his throat turn raw, how his neck strained and the top of his forehead pressed painful into the mattress. How his body convulsed, his hands clawing into the thin skin of his knees, the pain anchoring him down to reality. His legs twitched uncontrollably, his toes and feet pointing, his whole body alive and burning, and he felt his eyes sting, his lips twisting and snarling, and it didn’t seem to end. It wasn’t ending. It wasn’t stopping. This blissful nothingness rushed through him like nothing ever before, nothing like this, and he succumbed to it, because through it all, he could feel Vegeta there, his emotions, his love, his comfort, and he latched onto it for dear life.
Then it went away, fading to darkness. Blissful, safe darkness.
He floated in that darkness like he was floating on his back in a warm, calm ocean.
In the recesses of his mind, he could feel his body tingling, his limbs twitching here and there. He could feel his hands flop to the side, could feel gentle hands straightening his legs out one at a time.
A dip in the bed beside him. Gentle brushes. Soothing. Petting. Feelings of love and affection and thankfulness. Feelings of joy and wonder.
The darkness then added specks of white stars above. Stars that outlined Vegeta, above him, smiling down at him. Brushing his fingers over Goku’s cheek. Tracing the line of his jaw. Tickling over his forehead. That loving look with hooded lids. That small, sweet smile.
“M’yo kho’lisa mah’kha.”
Goku’s breath hitched, almost akin to a sob. He reached up a trembling hand to touch Vegeta’s face, and he watched Vegeta grab it, pressing the knuckles to his lips, watched him kiss those knuckles, all in time with the feelings over the r’bhon’or—and something inside him snapped.
Despite how weak and exhausted he felt, Goku found a semblance of strength and yanked Vegeta down and over him, forcing the man between his spread legs. He pressed his trembling palms to either side of Vegeta’s cheeks, kissing him hard and fast, because he could feel that resistance in Vegeta, could feel it over the r’bhon’or. The uncertainty, this doubt—that wasn’t right. That wasn’t what he wanted and needed.
When he felt Vegeta try to pull away, he forced his uncooperative, wobbly legs to wrap around Vegeta’s waist, squeezing his thighs around either side of his hips to hold him there. He tried deepening the kiss, tried finding Vegeta’s cock somehow by squirming around underneath him, tried to get it close to him—but Vegeta was stronger in that moment and yanked his head away, those hands landing over his and jerking them back.
“Stop.” Vegeta frowned down at him. “You don’t need to—”
“I want to,” he blurted out, squeezing Vegeta’s hands in his. “Please.” He thrusted himself up to Vegeta, bowing his lower back off the bed, squeezing his legs more around Vegeta’s hips. “I have to feel you inside me again.” His whole body wouldn’t stop shaking, and he didn’t care. He needed Vegeta to see this, to see what he did to him, what no one had ever done to him and no one ever would. “Please, my prince.” He knew he said the right thing when he saw those eyes darken, and he fought the blush rising on his cheeks, pushed down whatever stupid embarrassment he might feel saying those words, and he released them in a loud hoarse whisper: “Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel.” He pulled Vegeta’s hands back to his sweaty cheeks, pressing the palms down. “Show me how to love. Show me what I’ve been missing my whole life.”
“I will.” He closed his eyes as Vegeta leaned in. Soft lips captured his, and Goku let his hands leave Vegeta’s to wrap around Vegeta’s back, digging into the skin. Tongue met tongue, lips smacked in the air, and when Vegeta pulled away, he whispered over his lips, “For you, my Kakarot. Wait here.”
Goku reluctantly released his grip around Vegeta, watching him hop off the bed and walk to the table again, picking up a vial similar to the last one. His spent dick twitched, anticipating the feel of that oil back on his body, back inside him again. He licked his dry lips, watching Vegeta return to the bed, the moonlight from above casting the right amount of shadows on his sculpted body, glowing like the manifestation of the moon above, and Goku spread his legs on the bed just a little wider for him, his hands running down his torso, fingers skipping over his sensitive nipples.
Despite how in control Vegeta looked, Goku felt over the r’bhon’or his spike of lust and desire for him. He did the same thing as before, petting his own chest, fingering his nipples slowly, and he moaned, tilting his hips up to him, and he smiled as Vegeta shuddered, watching Vegeta’s dick twitch, precum leaking from the tip. He drew up his knees back to his chest as before, reaching for the place behind his knees, but Vegeta stopped him, crawling between his legs to throw both knees over his hips.
He felt his hips clear off the bed this way and he let Vegeta lean over him, let him hold his hips, let him kiss his cheeks, his lips, the side of his neck. A pop of a vial opening again, and Goku slapped his palms onto the top of Vegeta’s thighs, holding on, digging his fingers into the flesh without needing to hold back for once. Then those oily fingers returned and his lips curled into a big smile. Goku sighed when they pressed in again, swirling around, delving in, scissoring a little here and there, and he shuddered at the squelch and the shlick and the squish from his own body. His dick sprung back to life with each thrust of those fingers inside, the heat of Vegeta’s breath on his neck, the sensation of Vegeta’s lips and tongue licking up and down the juncture of his neck, and he shook everywhere when those fingers hit that spot again, that amazing pleasure returning.
Then they slid out. He heard a shick slick shlick sound against hard flesh. One oily hand cupped the side of his hip. The other cradled the back of his head, tilting it up and into a comfortable angle. Vegeta pressed one last kiss to his neck and leaned back to look him right in the eye, and all Goku saw were dark, hooded lids, as dark as the sky that framed his face. He glowed like the stars above, glowed like the moon, and Goku etched the moment into his memory forever when Vegeta whispered, in Sadalan:
“M’eh t’sha au, m’yo Kakarotto.”
He didn’t get to respond. Goku gasped instead at the pressure down below. A gentle pressure. Like the fingers, but bigger. Wider. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel weird. Foreign. Something not normal. He didn’t resist it. It truly didn’t hurt. It was okay. He felt Vegeta’s emotions filter through their r’bhon’or—feelings of love, comfort, worry, doubt, fear—and he felt Vegeta stop for a moment, having never looked away from him.
Sweat on Vegeta’s brow. Sweat trickling down the middle of his sharp nose. Parted lips. Vegeta’s harsh breathing. His red cheeks. The worry on his face. The arousal too.
Slowly, Vegeta pulled a little bit out, and a little bit in. Tiny thrusts. Tiny movements.
Goku gasped with each one. It didn’t hurt. It slowly started to feel nice. Feel good. Not weird. There was a stretch, a burn, each push, each thrust opening him up more, and Goku blushed, because it really, really felt good. It really felt nice, and Vegeta was going so slow, pausing here and there so he could get used to it, and he did. He was getting used to it.
Then on the next thrust, Vegeta’s hips pressed flushed against his. Felt Vegeta’s balls against his ass. Felt his cock, inside, pulsing. And it hit Goku then: he was in, all the way. Vegeta was all the way inside him. Vegeta was actually inside him, and it didn’t hurt. All he felt was a pressure and the feelings of how new and weird and foreign this was, but that was it. Vegeta was inside, and it didn’t hurt at all.
He felt over the r’bhon’or Vegeta’s fear and doubt, and he soothed it with his feelings of lust and need. He added to it with a kiss to Vegeta’s parted lips, and out of curiosity, he ventured a small squeeze around Vegeta’s dick inside him.
Vegeta’s sharp gasp and long, loud moan was all Goku needed to feel perfectly fine with this. He slid a hand up to Vegeta’s hair, pulling him down into a kiss, and he did it again, smiling when he felt Vegeta’s fingers bruise his hips, his body shaking everywhere between his open legs. He did this to Vegeta. He was the only one who could make him feel like this, act like this, and it emboldened Goku to relax even more than he already felt.
With one last chaste kiss, Goku laid back and said, “I’m ready.”
Vegeta simply nodded.
He started slow. Long, drawn out thrusts to his body, coming in and out, and Goku shivered, a grin spread across his face. He flopped his head to the side at the same time his hands released Vegeta’s thighs, letting himself give in to this, to his mate. He loved feeling Vegeta inside him, loved every smooth thrust, every push and pull. He sighed on one particular hard thrust in, gasped on a particular hard thrust out, and he felt the pleasure building once more as Vegeta began to pick up the pace.
Lips peppered kisses over his neck. That tongue licked his chest. Hands left his hips for his nipples, and Goku whined when Vegeta pulled and played with them the way Goku liked. Twisting each one. Flicking nails over each one. Pushing his pecs together and licking the middle of the mounds there, and Goku cried out when Vegeta took one into his mouth, sucking on it instantly. The dual pleasure of Vegeta fucking him while licking his tits—all he could think of was perfect and more and yes—and it must’ve been heard over the r’bhon’or, because Vegeta didn’t stop. He kept going. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, leaned over more, bending Goku more, squeezing and pulling at one pec while he nibbled and licked the other until Goku was a howling mess.
Then he moved to the other side, nipping there, and Goku cried out as Vegeta hit that place inside hard at the same time. He flung his arms up from the bed, scratching the nails of one hand down Vegeta’s back, the other clinging hard to the back of his head, pushing Vegeta’s face into his pec. He thrusted in time with Vegeta’s hips, panted and grunted and hissed and whined as the pleasure came back with a vengeance, almost threatening to burn him from the inside out, and he wanted it. He wanted this. Vegeta gave him this, did this to him, and he needed it, he needed it again, needed everything, please, more, give me more, I need it, I need you—
I need you too.
“Oh gods, Vegeta.” He yanked at Vegeta’s hair to pull him away and when Vegeta did, Goku looked him in the eye, panting for air. “I l-love you.”
“I love you too, Kakarot.”
“I love hearing y-you.” He saw Vegeta’s frown and Goku smiled. “In my head. I can hear you.”
The thrusting stopped. Goku almost whimpered, but the shock on Vegeta’s face stopped him cold. He tilted his head to the side, about to ask what was wrong, but Vegeta kissed him stupid, picking up the pace again with vigor.
Then he heard Vegeta in his head again, still the same whisper, but the words were loud and clear.
I can too.
He let loose a laugh mixed with a sob in their messy, wet kiss. The r’bhon’or pulsed between them as did the pleasure. He kissed Vegeta back, sliding both of his hands into his sweaty hair, sucking on his tongue, pulling back to then let Vegeta do the same, and he gasped, moaned, felt the burn reach that crescendo again, so similar to the one before but less intense.
The bed shook. Goku shook. He could feel Vegeta trembling too, above him. Could feel and hear his hot, fast-paced breath. His sweaty skin. His hearbeat against his chest and his love for him over the r’bhon’or. He pulled away from the kiss to look at the man he loved and he cherished the sight of Vegeta looking lost in pleasure, staring at him like he was the only important thing in the universe, and Goku burned that into his memory as Vegeta spoke over the r’bhon’or.
So tight. So perfect. My Kakarot.
He threw his head back and shut his eyes, crying on top of his lungs, “Vegetaaaaah!”
A strong hand wrapped around his cock, soft lips captured his.
Another whisper.
Only you make me feel good, Kakarot. Only you make me whole.
He felt a cramp in his belly, a telltale sign he was so close, so damn close, and he dug his fingers into Vegeta’s scalp, whispering back, you too, you make me whole too, you make me feel so good—
Vegeta sped up his hand, in time with his thrusts, twisting his wrist just right.
“Ahhhhh!” Goku gasped for air at the spike of pleasure, the inferno ready to burst and he chased that feeling, reached for it, desperate, needy, needing this, needing Vegeta to please, Vegeta, my mate, my prince, so close, I’m so close—
Then Vegeta captured his lips in his.
The whisper over the r’bhon’or was enough to set him off again.
Let yourself come.
His orgasm exploded like the last one, but there was no whiteness blanketing him this time. In the darkness of his lids, he saw a kaleidoscope of colors burst like a supernova, his body quivering all over, his legs straighten taut in the air over the curve of Vegeta’s hips. Warm wetness jetted up his sternum, his stomach, over his sensitive cock, and he felt that same wetness too filling him up inside. Vegeta hissed and groaned into his mouth, growled and whined too, and Goku found pleasure at the sight and sounds of Vegeta coming inside him and above him, all because of him. Because of their coupling together.
He still trembled even after Vegeta collapsed on top of him and slid off to the side. It felt weird when he pulled his cock out and felt that wetness there, but it was okay enough. Goku curled to Vegeta’s side, resting a hand on top of his sweaty chest, and he smiled when Vegeta rested a hand on top of his, squeezing his fingers.
For a while, they said nothing. Only their heavy breathing and soft pants filled up the silence of the room. Goku felt Vegeta’s heartbeat start to calm almost at the same time his own did. Soon, their breathing returned to normal, and Goku yawned, snuggling up more to Vegeta’s side.
Then Vegeta started to roll away. Goku frowned, ready to protest, but Vegeta kissed his hand and said, “Let me clean us up.” He nodded and watched him return to the table, where there was a sink and some hand towels there that clearly weren’t there before. Goku chuckled—Kohltavi’s work clearly—and he smiled as Vegeta returned with a warm wet wash cloth.
It felt nice, having Vegeta clean him. He returned the favor, taking his time cleaning the oil and cum off Vegeta’s stomach and softening dick, before handing it back to him, and Vegeta thanked him with a chaste kiss to the lips. He chuckled when Vegeta just threw the towel off the bed and pulled Goku in to his chest, wrapping an arm around his side. Goku sighed into the warm skin there, his eyes suddenly heavy, his body exhausted.
He moved around to help Vegeta pull the bedsheets down and around the two of them before snuggling back up to Vegeta’s chest, wrapping his own arm around Vegeta’s waist. The cool pillows and the cool sheets felt good and soft and needed, the silk nice against his skin. So did the sound of Vegeta’s tempered breathing and gentle heartbeat against his ear.
Soft fingers ran down his cheek, over the side of his jawline. At his chin, they tilted his head up, and Goku felt Vegeta’s lips fall over his in one last kiss.
He smiled at Vegeta’s whisper over the r’bhon’or. Sleep, m’yo mah’kha. I will be here.
Goku responded in kind over the r’bhon’or. I know you will.
Their umoya’ir didn’t lessen in its glow since they arrived, but it surprisingly wasn’t distracting. Goku easily succumbed to sleep, listening to Vegeta’s breathing, one of his hands pressed against Vegeta’s heart. Soon after, Vegeta passed out too, one arm wrapped tight around Goku’s waist, the other underneath the very large pillow they shared.
Above them, the Sadalan moon shined on, its silver light centering right onto their bed. In sleep, neither one drifted away from each other. They stayed close, skin to skin, side by side—one entity, one body, one soul—the rest of the night into the morning.