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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,746
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.I am making no profit from this.
Kiss
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.
Rated - PG
Warning- Mush!
Pairing – G/V
Kiss
Dark. My vision was a vertigo world of swirled brown and varying grays.
Lost. Gratefully I was grounded by smell, taste, touch and sound.
Alone? No. It was the reason I kept my eyes closed. I did not want to wake from this dream. If it were real, I did not want my sense of responsibility to return.
I heard harsh breaths, but the air brushed gently across my face.
His tongue invaded my mouth and I enjoyed tasting his passion too much to fight for the claim to have mine in his. Instead I drew him in further with my own. Pressed my lips harder when I thought he was pulling away.
Which he did eventually: despite my hands clutching at his back. I dropped my head to his shoulder and noticed the scent of his warm skin.
“Kakarotto.” It was supposed to be an admonishment, I am certain, but I could not force myself to withdraw.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” I lifted my head just enough to admit daringly in his ear.
His body tense against mine and I readied myself to be punched in a kidney or receive a chop at the base of my skull.
Anything but the shock of having his lips joined with mine again. Why was the second kiss as surprising as the first he had initiated?
He was adept at being able to deceive a person if they depended solely on sight. I refused to let vision become a hindrance and chose to focus on what I was feeling.
Rated - PG
Warning- Mush!
Pairing – G/V
Kiss
Dark. My vision was a vertigo world of swirled brown and varying grays.
Lost. Gratefully I was grounded by smell, taste, touch and sound.
Alone? No. It was the reason I kept my eyes closed. I did not want to wake from this dream. If it were real, I did not want my sense of responsibility to return.
I heard harsh breaths, but the air brushed gently across my face.
His tongue invaded my mouth and I enjoyed tasting his passion too much to fight for the claim to have mine in his. Instead I drew him in further with my own. Pressed my lips harder when I thought he was pulling away.
Which he did eventually: despite my hands clutching at his back. I dropped my head to his shoulder and noticed the scent of his warm skin.
“Kakarotto.” It was supposed to be an admonishment, I am certain, but I could not force myself to withdraw.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” I lifted my head just enough to admit daringly in his ear.
His body tense against mine and I readied myself to be punched in a kidney or receive a chop at the base of my skull.
Anything but the shock of having his lips joined with mine again. Why was the second kiss as surprising as the first he had initiated?
He was adept at being able to deceive a person if they depended solely on sight. I refused to let vision become a hindrance and chose to focus on what I was feeling.