It felt so good to get some relief.
It was so hot and he couldn't stop panting and sweating.
Just a few more hard strokes of his warm meat, and he would be there.
His ebony eyes looked down to watch his large swelled organ throb and leak with pre excitement, sitting with a towel under his body on the bed. He had just taken a shower… A cold one at first to calm down this blazing heat he had in his, too dizzy to shake the images of perfection from his head.
Stroking himself just a little faster, using a little more spit to slick himself up. Oh gods, he was so close he could taste it. Like the stench of musk that hung in the air, his chest heaving up and down, his cheeks stained red with lust. So close.
Oh what he would give to have him there. Maybe catch him in the act of his sinful deed while thinking of that toned body and throaty voice. Their eyes would meet, one filled with desire while the other fill with intoxicating curiosity. No words would be spoken—just an agreement. This had to be done. There was no turning back. He would drop to his knees and immediately take his slick, pulsing dick into his mouth and begin to suck. And oh gods, how he would moan from finally feeling that tongue lick around his head. Swollen lips would go around him and he would swallow him down. Chills ran up his spine and he moaned out the name he crave to always say in the heat of passion. He would watch his head move back and forth, their eyes still locked on one another, sucking him hard and teasing his tight hole with a thick finger. He'd push a finger in and it would hurt, but oh how it would be just delightful. He wanted the pain and the pleasure. It was always what he felt with him.
He wouldn't last long, knowing that now that it was happening, he couldn't hold back. His chest would rumble, his throat would gurgle, he would hiss. He'll cut his lip from biting back the sensation that welled in his stomach. Useless. His head would fall back and his hips would jump up, cum would shoot down his partner's throat, the sheets would tear from how hard he was gripping them.
The world would spin. His body would be on fire. He would feel his skin spasm against his muscles as the blood rushed and his heart raced. It would be messy. He would watch him lick the salty white seed away from his dick and thighs. He would blink to register that it all had happened and then…
Goku realized he was alone in his bedroom, the bathroom door still open while his flaccid and sticky cock stay gripped in his hand. He let out a sated yet unsatisfied sigh. How long could he wait to just pleasure himself? How long would he have to be the one to clean his own cum away with his tongue? How long until the Prince would finally walk in on him and his fantasy would finally come true?
Author Note: Really this could be any couple, but I'm a sucker for GokuxVegeta, especially when it's Goku secretly lusting for the Prince.