Moments

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Pairing – PV/K
Warnings – Bondage, sex, PWP, oneshot, tails, bonded mates
Rating – R
A/N – I think the request was ‘Goku (Kakarott) tied up and being teased. If anyone has a suggestion for a title I’d be willing to listen.

Universe - Idomu

Ticklish fur feathered from the sole of his foot, up the length of his calf between his skin and material of the comforter, then along the inside of his thigh and Kakarott hummed as he spread his legs further apart at its guidance. The stretch in his shoulders became more pronounced as his buttocks took less weight and his arms, bound wrist to elbow behind his back, took more. The tail wound over his quadriceps, agonizingly close to his rousing cock and then disappeared from his senses before hot hands soothed over his oiled chest.

He groaned in appreciation of the pressure, hard enough to massage muscle. The technique was much different than the cool air and barely felt body heat that had teased over this area of his body minutes ago. He yelped when fingers teased his nipples, not having expected such shocking contact so soon into their play. Usually his partner waited a few minutes more before he began touching the truly erogenous areas of his body. That may be exactly the reason the other had done so – because he wouldn’t have expected it.

The chuckle from his partner confirmed his thoughts and he growled with a smile twisting his lips, acknowledging his partner’s wit. Heat and weight settled over his belly and chest as his partner lay over him. Then the smile vanished when lips pressed against his in a kiss. The gentle contact of their lips didn’t diminish the intensity building between them.

It was always there, the intensity between them. Sparring, love making, playing. He conceded to himself that it wasn’t always there. He grinned, thinking his partner would probably be glad to know it wasn’t there while he was heeding a different call of nature.

“Something amusing?” his partner’s gruff voice filled his hearing as his weight settled differently over Kakarott’s body.

Kakarott shook his head, his tail stilling where it was tied down along the outside of his right leg with ribbons of silk.

~Don’t make me find out what~ his mate threatened through their bond.

“Really! You don’t want to know,” Kakarott confessed.

“Now you’re telling me what I don’t want to know?” the prince’s voice sounded offended.

“Let’s just call it bathroom humor and leave it at that, shall we?” Kakarott begged. Even though they both had their kinks, he knew neither of them was into those sorts of fetishes. Humiliation was not part of their play.

He heard and felt the hum of agreement and wondered what sort of expression he might see on Vegeta’s face if he opened his eyes. His prince’s next words made that thought flee, “Are you telling me I’m giving you enough time to think? Sounds like a challenge.”

Kakarott didn’t dare voice the profanity that ran through his mind, but he knew he was in deep shit. He whined as his partner rolled from him. Movement on the mattress told him Vegeta was shifting towards the head of the bed, and soon his shoulders were lifted in order to get him to sit. He sighed and relaxed as his arms were given a break. “Do you want a drink?” Vegeta’s voice spoke quietly next to his ear.

The break and offer for a drink were a little early in the engagement, and Kakarott realized whatever Vegeta had in mind he didn’t plan on being interrupted once he started the next portion of his plan. “Sure.” A straw pressed against his lips and he sucked down a couple swallows of water. “Thanks.”

He got to his knees as Vegeta bid him with pressure and aid, lifting him from under his arms. Again Vegeta’s tail slid suggestively between his legs and Kakarott shift so his knees were slightly apart while trying to anticipate if Vegeta would use his tail or hands next.

Instead his prince’s lips gave soft, titillating kisses down his spine, intermingled with subtle flicks of the prince’s talented tongue. When the prince could go no further without the interruption of Kakarott’s bound arms his mate’s tongue licked soothingly along the edges where rope met flesh. Kakarott didn’t notice as his chin lowered towards his chest, his concentration solely on Vegeta’s attentions. His tail twitched in reaction against his leg even as he forced his arms to relax. The ropes would never hold if he strained against them and if they broke his prince would stop playing. That was the only type of deterrent in their play and Kakarott wasn’t of a mind that he wanted Vegeta to stop any time soon. No begging, no threats, no humiliation – just building; tension, desire, want.

Vegeta’s tongue abandoned his forearms and wrists and the prince’s hands settled against his hips before sliding silkily up his sides then ribcage. The path continued to the prince’s unrushed destination, Kakarott’s body tensing to attention as Vegeta’s fingers plucked and twisted his nipples gently. A pleased hum sounded next to his ear before Kakarott felt Vegeta’s tongue licking and then the prince’s teeth nipping his earlobe lightly. Kakarott arched back, blindly hoping for more contact with his prince’s body. Vegeta may be teasing him, but that didn’t mean the prince was unaffected by what he was doing. He knew he could change the game to his favor with just the right touch at just the right moment, if Vegeta let lust master his thoughts.

However, that moment had not yet arrived, Vegeta skillfully evaded his seeking and then played dirty in retribution. Fur thread between his legs before coiling around his throbbing cock, the tip of his prince’s tail tickling under his balls before the furry coil tightened firmly around his member, pulling down and then slipping away quickly so his erection sprung back once it was freed. “Vegeta!” Kakarott’s head turned as he protested over his shoulder.

“Now, now, Kakarott,” Vegeta’s voice purred in his other ear and Kakarott surrendered, his body becoming pliant again. “Gooooood.” Vegeta’s tail slid up the leg his tail was strapped to. Kakarott felt moisture smear across his skin along its path. Apparently he was well on his way.

His mate’s hands skimmed down Kakarott’s chest, over his hips, along his thighs, back up and then behind, gripping his ass firmly before moving forward to his hips again. This time Vegeta was the one to pull their bodies together and Kakarott eagerly pressed back. When his prince made no further moves, Kakarott levered down, his body working seductively against his mate’s, his thighs registering the odd angle before he slid back up. He repeated the action as the hand on his left hip moved up his body, his mate’s strong arm hugging him closer, hand resting firmly against chest – over his heart.

They moved together for quite some time, Vegeta’s erection sliding randomly against different portions of his backside. Their actions only mimicking what Kakarott wanted so badly. “I love that purr of yours,” Vegeta’s voice sounded deeper than usual, Kakarott recognizing the low pitch as desire. “Needy and begging.” Until his mate had said something Kakarott hadn’t realized he was making any sounds, too caught up in the feel of the exceptional body inspiring his. Awareness brought uncharacteristic embarrassment and Kakarott tried to stifle his purr.

Fingers seeking his entrance made Kakarott forget composure. Preparation wasn’t necessary, they’d already had sex multiple times – Vegeta was touching him just to touch him. Or to produce a response. Backsliding to reactions as feelings overcame him and thoughts were put to the wayside once more. Either way, Kakarott wholly approved the exploit.

He whined as Vegeta’s toying fingers left, gasping as fur pressed and wriggled against his entrance instead. Even as he strained away from the tickling touch Vegeta held him close, growling as his teeth bit down on Kakarott’s shoulder. Even through his frantic haze Kakarott felt some of the ropes snap and immediately stilled, breathing raggedly.

“That was close – I didn’t realize you were already so on edge,” Vegeta whispered in his ear, “And I’m too far into this want it to end like that,” he continued before pulling back from Kakarott. Weight shifting on the bed and the sound of material rubbing against other material told Kakarott his mate was preparing something. He could simply open his eyes and see what his mate was doing, but he found the experience more vivid if he kept them closed. A moment later a touch on his elbow guided him to the edge of the mattress before Vegeta helped him to stand on the floor. Then he was gently turned to face the bed and gentle pressure on his upper back had him leaning forward. Down until his chest pressed against something soft, perhaps a pillow, his face resting on the comforter covering the mattress.

Kakarott’s awareness narrowed as his mate sank into him. The shifting, changing connection of their bodies – doing his part to make sure that link wasn’t lost became his sole focus. His legs spread a little further so his mate could sink just that much deeper. He spared no consideration to the fact he was drooling because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut long enough to swallow, deaf to his own calls as he paid heed to the cadence happening within. Images flashed through their bond showing Kakarott how Vegeta saw him: wanton and desirable.

His knees pressed against the mattress as his mate’s pace increased, instinctively bracing himself as best he could for their mutual benefit. He jerked once as his mate’s tail laced with his, slinking beneath the ribbons of silk and then they broke those tentative bindings together, tails twining tightly around the other’s after his was freed. For a brief moment he was aware of Vegeta’s grunts, snitching hints his prince was close to climax. The ropes binding his arms broke soon after as his body sought release of the tension they’d built together, his cry of release penetrating even his limited awareness.

They slumped as one. Then Vegeta gave one last move to get them both on the mattress so they wouldn’t slip to the floor. Somehow his mate had the energy to untangle what remained of the ropes. They both panted, Kakarott gradually moving his arms to a position that wasn’t so abnormal. He gave a content purr as Vegeta rolled him to his back, gently moving his arms down along his sides.

Vegeta held Kakarott’s head off the mattress and he sucked appreciatively at the straw pressed against his lips. Most saw bondage as domination and oppression – they weren’t wrong, but there was room for more: consideration, attention, appreciation.

Kakarott slowly stretched his shoulders as he felt his prince lay beside him. Vegeta would give him the time he needed to recover…

….And then it would be his mate’s turn.