Chapter Text
Goku moans as another orgasm washes over him. He relishes the feel of cum and sweat between them as Vegeta pumps into him, pressing one of Goku’s thighs back so he can fuck him deeper.
Vegeta leans in as Goku opens his mouth to let out another unrestrained cry of pleasure and takes his chance to devour him, sliding tongue against tongue as he snaps his hips faster and sharper earning a worried creek from the bed. Goku shivers and whines as he feels fingers on his sensitive tip, swiping up his shaft, then suddenly dipping into his mouth, running across his lips, encouraging him to enjoy himself just as much as Vegeta does. He sucks down on Vegeta’s fingers, groaning over that soft slick bitter taste .
Something about today feels extra good. Goku can’t quite put his finger on it, but Vegeta must be feeling the same because he has been all over Goku since they woke up, just having his way with him, in the bed, in the shower, on the table for a few thrusts before pushing Goku onto the bed again… and Goku loves it.
He loves the way Vegeta crawls over him, threatening to make him cum immediately with that mouth, but he’s gotten good at making Goku wait for it. He did that today. Made him wait. But after the first one, it was all downhill. As soon as he was releasing down Vegeta’s throat, Vegeta’s fingers were pressing into him, already coaxing out another while he slowly ground his own hips against the bed.
It felt endless, like he never really stopped cumming as Vegeta kneeled behind him in the shower, stroking himself with his face drowning in equal parts water and Goku. That’s the first time he’s ever cum without touching his cock. He couldn’t believe all it took was to be bent over with his hands threatening to crack the cool tiles while warm water runs down his back and Vegeta’s tongue pushes inside him.
And yet it hardly compares to this, now: feeling the thick pulse of Vegeta’s cock inside him letting him know that Vegeta is finally close after edging himself for so long. Goku doesn’t know how Vegeta can stand it, even though he knows from experience that the payout is definitely worth it.
He holds on tight, dragging his fingertips down Vegeta’s back as the intensity of his thrusting increases, as curses begin to slur together, as sweat drips down from Vegeta’s neck and chest. He waits for the sweet feeling of Vegeta’s release. The sound of it, the feel of it, the taste of it is enough to send him over again. He clutches Vegeta tight, his legs squeezing around him as he feels him unloading into him with slow, powerful thrusts.
Vegeta is quick to unlock though, panting as asks, close to Goku’s ear, “Can you keep going?”
“Huh?”
“I want to keep going.” Vegeta tilts Goku’s chin up so they can lock hazy eyes while he thrusts weakly into him.
“You do?” Goku asks, a little surprised.
Vegeta nods eagerly, a little desperately as his hips pick up their pace slightly.
Goku gives him a sloppy nod. “Yeah, I can keep going.”
Vegeta smashes their mouths together to hide his shy smile as he pulls out.
“Wait, I thought you wanted to--”
“I do,” Vegeta quickly cuts him off as he shifts and switches until he is sitting on top of Goku. “I really really do,” he admits breathlessly as he rubs Goku’s cum up and down his shaft, making sure everything is coated before reaching back and using the rest to tease himself for what’s next.
Goku isn’t even given a second to respond before Vegeta’s tight heat is sliding down his cock, and then gliding back up, then slamming back down again, over and over and over again.
“Fuck!” Vegeta throws his head back as his cock, now hard again, hits Goku’s abs with every bounce. “Fuck!” Vegeta says louder. “Fuck! FUCK!”
“I am!” Goku lets out a breathy laugh of a moan as he slaps his hands to Vegeta’s ass and slams his hips up to meet him halfway.
Vegeta is shouting curses in languages Goku has never heard, with one hand squeezing Goku’s chest while the other roughly caresses Goku’s neck and jaw in a loving threat. “Harder!” A word Goku understands finally leaves his mouth and Goku happily obliges.
“Harder. Harder! HARDER! Kakarot! I’m going to fucking--!” Vegeta screams out as he sits up, arching his back. He runs both hands through his hair and tugs on the roots. His body starts to lock up, his legs shake against Goku’s hips, his ass tense in Goku’s hands. He isn’t shouting anything anymore. His eyes are shut and his mouth is open as he gasps.
Goku feels it hit his neck, his chest, his abs, but he doesn’t slow down. He snaps the band inside of Vegeta and he snaps it hard as he drives into that clenching ring of muscle. He doesn’t hold back as he fills him. He grabs Vegeta’s shoulders and pulls him in, holding him tight as he pumps Vegeta full of his own orgasm.
They breathe heavily, tangled up in each other for a long time, catching their breaths.
Goku breaks the comfortable silence with a soft, “Wow.”
“Finally satisfied?”
“Are you?” Goku asks.
Vegeta chuckles as he rolls off of him with a sigh. “Yes.”
“Good, ‘cause that was…” Goku blows out an exhausted puff of air. “I got nothin’ left after that.”
“Hn. I think maybe some of you got left behind.”
Goku sits up slightly. “Really?”
“Well, I’ve… that’s never happened before. Twice like that. Not for me, anyway. So… I suppose it’s possible, isn’t it?”
Goku considers for a moment. “I think some of you got left behind in me too.”
Vegeta cocks a brow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. I used to not like spicy food. But now… now I really like it.”
“Huh.” Vegeta muses. “It is one of the few flavors I still enjoy.”
“Then I guess we each got somethin’ we like from each other.” He wiggles a brow.
“If that becomes a regular occurrence, then I think I got the better deal.”
“I don’t mind.” Goku grins as he runs a warm palm across Vegeta’s cheek. “I think I’ve gotten a pretty good deal out of this already.” He brushes his thumb across Vegeta’s bottom lip before drawing him into a soft kiss. “What if, though…” He says, kissing Vegeta with each syllable. “We did that again, with you on top like that, but… I had one of… um.” He blushes with a shy smile. “One of the vibrators inside me too,” he says bashfully.
Vegeta pulls away with a cocked brow. “Really, Kakarot? Already?”
“No, no! I’m done,” Goku reassures. “I was jus’ thinkin’... for next time.”
Vegeta snorts as he sits up and stretches. “I’ll consider it.”
Goku smiles because Vegeta always says that when Goku voices an idea Vegeta wishes he’d come up with himself.
“What are you looking so smug about?”
“Nothin’.” But he keeps smiling to himself over coming up with such a brilliant idea.
Vegeta tosses a pillow at him. “What time is it?”
Goku looks around then lazily slaps around the nightstand for his phone. “Mmm… little after ten.”
Vegeta tilts his neck side to side earning himself a satisfying pop before standing up. “Fuck, I love rest days.”
“Me too.” Goku flumps back onto the bed and smiles over the last few months being some of the best of his life. Training is easy. Resting is easy. Family is easy. Vegeta is easy. Life is easy. There’s still work to be done, tasks he must accomplish, a house he needs to finish, a family he needs to care for, a new boyfriend he wants to please; but for the first time in a long time he feels ready and able to do it all with a little help and support from all the people in his life who’ve gone to hell and back with him. All it took was a little… forced communication. His face twists as it finally strikes him. “How did Whis know?
“Know what?”
“Know that we… felt this way about each other? …We didn’t even know.”
Vegeta snorts. “I don’t think he did.”
“What do you mean? How could he not know? He’s the one who cursed us!”
Vegeta shrugs. “He seemed surprised not only that we were able to solve that damned stupid puzzle on our first attempt after being switched back, but also that we… displayed… affection… toward each other afterwards,” he admits quietly.
“You mean that you displayed affection,” Goku teases.
Vegeta rolls his eyes. “Regardless, it seemed to catch him off guard. So I’m… not really sure what he thought the end result was going to be, but I don’t think he thought it was going to be cooperation, much less a relationship.”
Goku’s brows furrow. “I wonder why he did it then.”
“Tch. Who knows. Angel magic.”
“Huh…” Goku falls back onto the bed with a loud whump , while Vegeta heads back into the shower.
***
Bulma sips on an exciting colorful drink that Whis has an exact copy of in his hand too.
“It sure is quiet around here,” he muses.
“Of course it is. It’s a ‘rest day’ so Vegeta’s over at Goku’s house. ‘Resting,’” Bulma says with a cheeky smile. “But later they’re picking the kids up to give Chi Chi and I a break for a couple days.”
Whis raises a brow, begging the question.
“Oh yeah. Turned out to be much easier than I thought to get all that worked out. It’s been good to get Vegeta out of the house a few days a week. Gives me time for myself.” She blows air up into her bangs. “And I know Chi Chi has been enjoying getting back into the dating pool.” She smirks. “Especially when her bestie is the richest woman on Earth and knows all the richest men. I told her she can’t settle for less than a monthly romantic getaway and six diamonds a year; she’s worth it.”
He chuckles. “Oh! Bulma! You’re incorrigible.”
She shrugs as she takes a drink. “It’s not a bad thing to know what you want.”
“Indeed, it seems quite a nuisance to not know what you want. Those two Saiyans were driving me and Beerus nuts whenever they came to train. It’s been much much better lately.”
She snorts. “Apparently. Speaking of, how did you know?”
“Know what?”
“Oh, you know.” She gestures vaguely. “That they had so much unresolved sexual tension, or whatever you want to call it.”
“Oh, ho, ho! Bulma!” Whis laughs. “I had no idea!”
She cocks a brow. “You’re kidding.”
“No, no. I had no clue.”
“But you’re the one who switched them, aren’t you?”
“Of course. Because they kept arguing and I figured a little punishment was in order. Saiyans seem to respond to that if nothing else.”
“But… what about the conditions?”
“What conditions?” He sips his drink loudly through the straw.
“For them being switched back? You know, they finally had their whole… heart-to-heart? And then… poof.”
He chortles. “There were never any conditions. It was always set to reverse after one week.”
“It was?!”
“Of course! I’m petty, not cruel.” He sighs as he stirs his drink. “I was just trying to get a break and I knew they wouldn’t want to train like that.” He shrugs. “The fact that they managed to figure anything out in the meantime, shocked me more than anyone. Honestly, Bulma. I thought we were doomed to suffer their endless bickering forever.”
“No.” She reels back, incredulous. “You’re lying! You must have known. You’ve been training with them for years.”
He waves her off as he sips his drink. “I don’t pretend to understand anything about Saiyan ways.”
“Well, you must know more than the rest of us, because what you did actually worked.”
“Hm.” Whis smiles mischievously. “Indeed. Angel magic, I guess.” He offers his drink to hers and she raises a suspicious brow at him before clinking glasses with a laugh.
“To angel magic.”