Simple Pleasures

Author: Hieimaru

Warning: Lemon

      Lips crushed together, tongues meshed in a battle of dominance. Hard hands

      gripped his back, fingernails tore into sensitive flesh. He reveled in the

      pain so pure that it became ecstasy. His hands sprawled into flaming black

      fire as he tilted his mate's face away from his mouth so he could taste

      the sweet salty musk of skin. The panting moans forced from the throat

      beneath his ravenous lips and teeth sent rushing white-water arousal to

      his straining organ. So hot, so hard; silken steel enmeshed in a spandex

      body suit that left nothing to the imagination. How his mate loved to

      tease him, taunt him with his mocking laughter and mischievous eyes, that

      smirking tilt to petal soft lips. Gleaming white canines shone in a

      snarling challenge he had no choice but to answer.

      A voice began to whisper, but he silenced it with a swipe of his tongue, a

      warning bite to the bottom lip. He suckled the injured flesh in mute

      apology of pain before once again claiming the volcanic heat inside. A

      growling rumble as his mate began to purr in pleasure. He chuckled. It was

      erotic, the comparison of his mate to one of the big hunting cats. The

      panther, a graceful, sleek, muscular, quick, stealthy hunter. What

      magnificent beauty. Sweat-slicked skin slid beneath his questing hands. He

      wanted only to pleasure, to enrapture, to ensnare his mate in a net of

      eroticism and arousal to the point of oh so luxurious pain.

      His mouth tasted and nibbled tender flesh while his fingers found the

      small nubs he knew could channel delightful sensations directly to the

      hips and pelvis pressing against him. His thumb slipped over one, circling

      and teasing. His other hand brushed around his petite lover's body to the

      small of the back. In a sweeping gesture he pulled forward, crushing their

      bodies together. He bent low, forcing the other to bend his body backward.

      He worshiped the broad chest with his mouth, his hot tongue snaking out to

      bathe a nipple into hardness. A gasp and a choked whimper. His lover was

      still trying to hold back, make no sound. But, it would be he who won this

      round.

      He braced his lover against the wall, reaching down to grasp the trembling

      thighs. Hooking the other man's legs around his hips he stared into his

      lover's dark eyes.

      "You want this."

      "You need this."

      "I want this."

      "I need this."

      No more words. Only hands, mouths, flesh, and pleasure. Lust or love.

      Maybe neither, possibly both. It didn't matter right now. Hardened

      arousals slick with dripping need thrust against each other. Harsh

      breathing filled the silence.

      "Please."

      "Now."

      He carried his lover to the bed, laying him down and staring. His mind

      fought to frame this picture into eternity. Dark eyes bleeding with need

      and want watched him. The handsome angular face graced and statement he'd

      only dreamed of. Lean powerful thighs spread, a knee bent in offering. One

      hand reaching for him...for him! He would not even have dared to wish for

      this from the dragonballs. His heart felt close to bursting. The

      invitation was clear, and he accepted.

      He tasted sweet skin and salty steel. His lover's arousal was in his

      mouth, down his throat as far as he could bear but he wanted more. His

      fingers played with swollen nipples and his ears sang with his lover's

      cries. His heart soared,he was the one to bring this proud unyielding man

      to plead and beg for release. He wanted nothing more than to give it to

      him. Under his tongue the vein pulsed in rhythm to the pounding heart he

      felt under his hands. Thighs tensed and he knew he had to stop. Pulling

      away with one last lick he straddled his lover, and smiled lustfully at

      the cry of denied completion.

      Slender wrists were brought up above the

      man's tousled hair, stretching his lover's body more fully beneath him. He

      wriggled backwards, forcing saliva moistened desire to rub between his

      nether cheeks. Leaning down he swallowed the moan drawn from the man. He

      knew he was whimpering, purring, growling, and moaning with need but he

      could only hear his mate. His hips rubbed, pressing to and fro, trying

      desperately to capture needed friction. His forearms were braced beside

      his lover's head, his face so near. Eyes closed as a strong hand grabbed

      his neck pulling him down. A fierce hot kiss stole his breath away. One of

      his hands was brought to their faces. The kiss stopped. He pulled away

      slightly only to watch as his prince took the fingers one by one into his

      mouth. The act duplicated his own behavior on a different part of his

      lover's anatomy. Breath came in short gasping puffs. Finally his hand was

      pulled away from the delightful prison. Lips opened and heated breath was

      felt on his moist fingers.

"Prepare yourself."

      His eyes flew open wide and his lungs stopped recognizing the need for

      air. In a split second all thought stopped. He moaned, loudly, and his

      eyes shuttered themselves into mere slits. He moved his body up and away,

      sitting on the bed with his lover's eyes watching him. He leaned back on

      one hand, his feet planted far apart and knees bent. His wet fingers

      trailed over his purpled member, gliding through the precious liquid

      gathered at the tip. He whimpered. The predator in front of him smiled

      dangerously. His hand gently rolled his sac, playing with himself. Further

      down. The first finger brushed over the sensitive bud hidden there. His

      lips parted in anticipation. Eyes were still locked on his mate's face. He

      pushed slightly, stretching himself a little. Then he forced one finger

      past the tight ring.

 A flash a pain was drowned out by the sight of a

      sliver of flesh darting out to lick sensuous lips. Moving slowly, another

      finger pushed its way in. Deeper, as far as he could go. Then he began to

      pull them out only to push in again. His moans were almost constant now,

      but he didn't care. Not with his wanton show being devoured by lust-bright

      eyes. Back and forth, in and out. Soon his hips were straining to move in

      concert and his eyes closed completely. He lay back fully, his freed hand

      going to grab his weeping cock. A strong slap swung his hand away and a

      weight settled against him. He threw his head back as his lover's body

      settled atop him. Hot breath in his ear.

      "Mine."

      A weak nod of agreement. His throat was pierced by strong teeth at the

      junction of his shoulder. He cried out. Yes! This is what he needed. This

      is what he craved. His legs were lifted and shoved to the top of strong

      shoulders; his hands were forced to grip the headboard. A hot and ready

      heat was held against his opening. Hands gripped his waist. A pause. He

      opened his eyes. His lover was watching him.

      "Mine."

      "Yours."

      A hard push, and he screamed. Blazing heat rushed into his body, steel

      muscles clamped down on the invader but were of no use. His lover forced

      his way in until he could feel the thatch of velvet fur against his

      backside. A pause. Again he looked at his lover, tears of pain streaming

      down his face.

      "Yours." A gentle smile and a soft caress to wipe away the tears.

      "Mine."

      Pure, unfiltered pleasure. His lover moved deep within him, plunging to

      touch the part of him that sent him soaring into white. Rhythm. Heart

      beat. Thrust in and out. World torn asunder only to be built up again. A

      tongue on bitten flesh. He cried out constantly, one long low moan. He

      could not catch his breath. The edge was fast approaching. His fingers

      raked the muscular back; his legs shuddered, sliding to wrap around the

      slim waist. Strong arms held him and they would never let him go. And he

      wept.

      Nearing completion. The need. The want. The fire burning between them. His

      arousal trapped between began to pulse. Internal muscles began to throb.

      His lover tilted his head, offering himself. His mouth opened and as

      orgasm rocked him, his canines slid into yielding flesh. Hot honey spiced

      blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. His body erupted in great

      bursts, showering them in liquid pleasure. He felt his lover's cock

      release into him, felt the river of molten heat warm his insides. His mind

      could no longer process. The last thing he saw were dark-bright eyes full

      of an emotion he desired beyond the greatest strength to ever be offered.

      As he slept, he smiled.

      As he slept, his lover whispered words; and his smile deepened.

As he woke in the morning, he whispered words.

      His lover smiled.

      "Ai shiteru, Kakarotto."

      "Ai shiteru, Vegeta."

      His proud prince. Always.