"Whis, Whis, you gotta try, uh…" Beerus looked down at the large platter before them, trying to find another of the thing he'd just eaten. "Try this! Try this!" He held out the small sausage on a stick out to Whis.

Whis took hold of Beerus's hand, guiding it closer to his mouth before biting onto the sausage and lifting it from the stick.

"So, you two on a honeymoon or something?" the stall owner asked.

"Honey…moon?" Beerus asked. "Yeah, I'll have one of those after I've finished this."

Whis snorted. "No, my lord, it's not edible; it's what people do after marriage."

"Oh. Whis, you've gotta make me something and call it a honey-moon. I know it'll be good."

"As you wish." Whis turned back to the stall owner. "We're just visiting. We haven't been to a beach for a while, so we decided to pay this one a visit."

"Best beach," Beerus volunteered. "Good drinks, good food. I like these little huts things." They were sat under what was essentially a giant parasol, with a small kitchen contained in the centre, serving snacks.

"I recommend the bar over there." The owner pointed behind them.

"Oh, we've just come from there," Whis said. "Can't you tell he's a bit drunk?"

"The juice was very good." Beerus licked his lips. "Whis, let's go back for more after."

The owner silently excused himself to serve another customer who sat, fanning themselves in the blistering heat.

"I don't think so."

Beerus nudged his head against Whis's arm. "Please. Why not?"

"You sleep for too long after drinking. I'd miss you."

"Aw, alright then. For you, my darling."

Whis smiled and tickled the area under Beerus's chin. "Thank you, my lovely little kitty."

Beerus jerked his chin away. "Asshole, I'm not drunk enough that you can get away with names like that."

"Worth a shot," Whis giggled.

"Not that I can be mad when you're that cute." Beerus pressed a finger into Whis's cheek. "Wait. Do you giggle like that so I won't get mad at you? You know it's a weakness of mine."

Whis shrugged. "Maybe."

Beerus returned to the platter in front of them. "Don't worry, I'll sober up soon enough. Then maybe you'll get me a Dreamy Creamy to take home."

Whis found it impossible to say no to Beerus. Since when had he been so easily persuaded to give into his lord? Beerus slurped the last of his drink as they walked through the busy town; full of people bustling between shops, trying to stay out of the sun. He stopped in front of a shop with the blinds closed, nothing but red lights framing the window.

"Sweet Paradise?" he read the sign and licked his lips. "I could use some dessert after the revelation that the honey-moon doesn't exist."

"My lord, I don't think it's –"

But Beerus had already gone inside. Whis sighed, following him.

Beerus stood just inside the threshold, humming to himself as he looked around the shop, not having expected it to look like this – where were the promised sweets? A lady welcomed him as she passed with a box in her hands.

"What a misleading name…" he whispered to himself. Still, he walked forward into an aisle to figure out exactly what they were selling.

There was something resembling a bird with wings in a glass case that caught his attention. It was in a line with several other phallic objects, and outside the case was a row of buttons. He pushed on the one corresponding to the bird-looking one, watching as it began to vibrate wildly. Then he pushed the other buttons, but none were as amusing as the first.

"Isn't it amazing?" Whis asked. "This is one of the first civilisations to harness electricity and convert it into a portable resource."

Beerus nodded thoughtfully, not sure what the idea with making these things vibrate was all about. Surely there was a better use for electricity? He continued down the aisle and – oh. He was looking at a rather large rubber penis, unsure who needed something like this. Why would you even need a fake – oh. Then the vibrating – oh yes.

"Are you okay, my lord?" Whis asked, watching as Beerus stood there staring into space as he squeezed the fake penis.

"Who even knew there were things like this?" Beerus mused. "And to be able to run a shop dedicated to it?"

"Mortals will find a way to sell you anything and everything."

Beerus began to move on through the shop. He hadn't half an idea about what most of this stuff was for, but he knew it would all make sex very fun indeed. He couldn't ask Whis – he wouldn't know, would he? And he had too much dignity to ask anyone working at the store, even though he was perfectly at liberty to never return, or at least wait until they'd passed on.

He picked up a book absent-mindedly. "Say, Whis…" At least the angel was still following him around, but he noticed that Whis wasn't touching things the way he was – he wanted to touch all the things! Most of them were rubbery or squishy, and he got a lot of joy from that. "Would you - !" He quickly shut the book, having noticed he'd opened it to a page of someone spreading their asshole – not something he wanted to be seen with, even if all the other customers were busy hiding their heads. He cleared his throat. "Whis, would you entertain me if I bought something from here?"

"As long as you're not planning to tear me apart with one of those massive dildos, I'm sure I'd be willing."

"So that's what they're called? Where'd you learn that?"

"The sign underneath them, along with the price." Whis chuckled, "Were you too busy staring at them, my lord?"

"You know I pay no attention to price," Beerus said. "But, actually, I was hoping you'd agree to use one on me."

Whis's brows raised slightly. "I'm sure I can manage that."

Beerus weaved back through the aisles, wondering which one he should choose.

"Of course," Whis sighed when he saw Beerus reach for a blue dildo. "Are you sure that's not too big?"

He took hold of it, feeling the girth. "Okay, maybe." He had to pick something at least as big as what he was packing though, otherwise he felt like he was being unfair to Whis.

Choice in hand, he navigated the shop once more, having committed the location of the other item to memory when he spotted it.

"Oh my…" Whis's cheeks were burning when he realised what Beerus was planning.

"What did you think I meant?" Beerus asked as he inspected the harness.

"I… I didn't think you'd be involving me quite so…physically."

"Would it make you uncomfortable?" Beerus asked with concern. Whis had never expressed a desire for genitals, nor any regrets about his lack of. What if this was a weird request?

"No, it was just unexpected." Whis composed himself. "Yes, I think this will be rather thrilling."

With that approval, Beerus moved forward to make his purchase, but was distracted once more. "What's this? Sweets?"

The bottle that caught his eye was labelled 'chocolate' as well as 'try me!' He flicked open the cap and sniffed the contents before squirting some onto his palm.

"Smells like chocolate, but never seen it look like this." Certainly not the rich brown he was accustomed to.

Whis took the bottle and studied it while Beerus licked his hand clean. "Flavoured lubricant? How novel."

"Really?" Beerus mused. "Whis, I want you to know that I would lick any part of your body if it was covered in this."

"Aren't you confident today? You never usually say this stuff when we're not at home, and even then you always look so shy."

Beerus gave a short laugh. "Firstly, I may still be a bit drunk from earlier, and secondly I'm standing here with a fake cock in my hand, surrounded by god knows what – like what are these beads even for? I think I can tell you I'd suck your dick if you had one."

"The sentiment is appreciated." He pushed Beerus forward. "I think I should get you out of here before you say more things you might regret later."

Ooo

Beerus stretched out on the sofa, ass in the air. He'd become very good at asking Whis for sex. The angel never acted as if it was a bother, so Beerus never had any hesitations. However, he was slightly apprehensive this time.

His movement hadn't stolen Whis's attention from his book, so Beerus made a noise as a stretched again, watching to make sure Whis at least flicked his eyes in his direction.

"Whis~"

"What is it, my lord?"

He wiggled his hips, sure that that was more than enough to display his meaning to even the most thick-headed person.

Whis lowered his book, but didn't close it. "Is it time? Have you had your fun?"

"Yes." He had decided to test his new toy out by himself first – to make sure he knew what to expect, and how he would be able to best guide Whis.

Whis closed his book, and Beerus got up, revealing where he'd hidden it.

"Oh, you want to do it here?" Whis asked.

"What? It's not like we haven't banged on the sofa before."

"It's not the most comfortable, despite its usefulness for oral sessions. If you don't want to use your bed, I'll allow the use of mine."

"Really?" Beerus was aware that Whis possessed a bed, which he claimed to sometimes lie on just 'to relax.' So far there had been no reason to visit Whis's room because he never seemed to go in there – when Beerus was awake at least. The thought of being allowed to even sit on Whis's legendary bed was thrilling.

"Come." Whis began to lead the destroyer out and down the stairs.

The room in question was nearer the base of the tree, having been there since the previous destroyer's occupancy. Beerus felt strange stepping into this foreign room; although it was on his planet, it certainly didn't belong to him. Oddly, everything was perfect and dust-free, as if Whis was expecting visitors. Maybe he had planned to invite Beerus down here all along?

He was distracted by the array of tiny trinkets that lined several shelves on the wall, but a call from Whis drew his attention to the bed – a large four-poster with maroon curtains. Beerus climbed on top of the covers, feeling like he was sinking into the bed. Suddenly he believed that Whis might lie on it purely to relax – he certainly would, given the chance.

Whis drew the curtains, Beerus noticing that the angel had already rid himself of everything but his robe. "What do you think?"

"I could lay here all day," he said as he nuzzled into the pillows. "Of course, I didn't expect anything less from you. The curtains are a nice touch."

"No distractions."

"Doesn't explain why you would have curtains on a bed. I think I'd make more use of them."

Whis rolled his eyes. "Four poster beds are very tasteful. The curtains are velvet, and very appealing to me. I do love a gorgeous fabric."

"Yeah, I know. Guess this is one way for you to own some."

"Precisely. It's been a while since they were drawn."

Beerus pulled Whis to him. "Tell me about that."

"It's embarrassing," Whis admitted, wishing he'd lied.

Beerus kissed his cheek. "Now you've got to tell me."

"Well, I was thinking about you…"

The destroyer's ears perked up, a grin on his face.

"Not like that!" Whis sighed. "I was thinking about how sweet you are, and I had to hide my face in the pillow a few times. I didn't want you to walk in on me like that, so I closed the curtains in case you woke up and started looking for me."

"You know, I never think to look for you in here. I always assume you've gone off-planet – and I'm right 99% of the time. But, now you've told me that, I might start trying here first."

Whis laughed. "Well, it's not as if there's anything to hide anymore. I think we're comfortable enough to admit our thoughts and feelings openly. Or do you have a few more admissions to make?"

Beerus bent over, displaying his clothed ass to Whis, tail wrapping around the angel's chest. "Just one; fuck me."

"Oh, I already knew that." He ran a hand up Beerus's thigh. "Are you ready?"

"How much longer are you going to keep me waiting?"

Whis picked up the dildo Beerus had left on the bed and disappeared outside the curtains. Quickly Beerus began to undress himself, hoping to manage a sexy pose to welcome Whis with, but instead getting his foot caught up in his pants from trying to do everything so fast.

"Did you need help?" Whis asked.

Beerus huffed and took his time freeing his foot. "No."

He liked that Whis had left his robe on, leaving the reveal for later. Beerus pulled the angel down onto the bed, kissing him as he ran a hand down his body. He caressed the fake appendage between Whis's legs, finding it turned him on, despite knowing there would be no reaction from Whis. The angel's attentions were on Beerus's nipples, forever amused by the way they hardened under his touch and made Beerus want for more. He recalled the time Beerus discovered that while angel nipples can be stimulated, they quickly revert back to their normal state and are not nearly as fun as the destroyer had hoped.

Beerus's restlessness was evidenced by the fact he was desperately trying to hitch up Whis's robe to gain more skin contact. Whis moved on, using a finger to tease Beerus's cock.

"Fuck…" Beerus whispered. "You're a right tease, you know."

"Don't pretend this isn't one of your favourite parts." Whis ran his tongue slowly over his upper lip, watching the way Beerus's expression changed, his eyes pleading. With a smirk Whis shuffled down the bed and began to lightly swirl his tongue over the head.

"Lord almighty, Whis, you're torturing me today," Beerus moaned. "Just a couple of heavy-handed pumps is all I'm asking before you drive me insane."

"Obviously I want to prepare you a little," Whis said, leaving Beerus with nothing to tease him. He went to grab hold of his cock, but Whis stopped him. "Maybe I should tie your hands? But as I was saying, I was thinking I'd try and give you an orgasm fuelled purely by prostate stimulation – 'hands-free', as they say."

"You've been researching?!" Beerus choked.

"Purely an exercise in understanding what you were hoping to gain from me doing this for you. Does it sound like something you'd enjoy?"

"It sounds like absolute torture," Beerus said. "And probably absolutely worth it."

"Shall I tie your hands?" He picked up the discarded sash which hadn't quite made it off the bed. "Or can I trust you to be a good boy?"

"Look, Whis, I love this idea, but if I want to touch myself, I don't want you to stop me." He sighed in relief as he finally got to stroke himself. "Maybe I'll let you punish me properly in the future." He pulled at Whis's robe. "Can I take this off?"

"If you wish. I thought I'd look a bit strange…"

"As if. You never look bad in anything." Even that time they went to Planet Trohs, where everyone was under four-feet tall, and the bathrobe Whis was handed ended halfway down his thigh, he still looked amazing. In fact, Beerus thought the tiny bathrobe helped to accentuate those long legs.

He took it slow, feeling the shape of Whis's body as he pushed the robe further up. When it was off he took a moment to drink in the sight before him. Sure, the blue dildo wasn't quite a match for Whis's skin tone, but if it was a bit darker you'd never know. But that wasn't what he was focused on – it was the harness. God, did he have a thing for leather now? Or was it just the way the straps dug slightly into the flesh? Maybe it was the fact Whis was wearing it for him. Oh the specifics don't matter! It's hot and I want him.

Beerus turned onto his front, ass towards Whis, tail out of the way, grabbing the end so it didn't misbehave. Whis was on his knees, caressing Beerus's ass as the destroyer ground back against the dildo.

"Did you already prepare yourself?" Whis asked.

"Of course not," Beerus said, as if it was obvious he wanted Whis to do it. "Uh, I mean –"

"Don't worry, my lord, I was merely asking in case you had. I'm more than happy to." The staff came out for a brief moment as Whis located the lube.

"A-as long as you're comfortable." He'd found there wasn't much Whis wasn't comfortable with, but he always felt the need to check.

"I'm sure I've put my hand in worse places." He slathered a generous amount of lube over his fingers. "If I can lick that ugly scrotum of yours, I think I can put my fingers in your ass."

"Wow, that's har-!" Beerus inhaled sharply as a cold finger entered him. "Shhh."

"Sorry, should I go slower?"

"Fuck, Whis, where were you keeping that lube? It's fucking freezing."

"Is it?" Whis felt the bottle once more. "Feels alright to me. Perhaps you're not used to having something cool inside you? I'm sure the feeling will be forgotten soon enough. How about you tell me if I can insert another finger?"

"Go ahead. Your fingers are a lot slimmer than mine, so this is nothing."

"Did you have a hard time on your own?" Whis asked.

"Put it this way, the dildo was easy after I tried three digits."

Whis fondled the rubber appendage thoughtfully. "I see." He moved his fingers in and out of the destroyer, stretching the muscle as he did so. "Tell me when you want me to move on."

"Whenever. I'm ready for you, honey."

Whis rubbed the dildo between Beerus's cheeks – an action the destroyer often liked to perform on Whis – quickly learning how best to move his hips in order to control his new dick. Carefully he guided it to Beerus's entrance, slowly forcing it in, eliciting a groan from the man beneath him.

Slowly he began to work up a rhythm, figuring out how far he could pull back without the dildo slipping out, and how far he could push back in. It turned out he could go in all the way, until skin met skin. Just as he was falling into a good rhythm he heard a pleased 'ooh' from Beerus.

"Did I hit the spot?" Whis asked eagerly.

"Yeah, just keep doing what you're doing."

With that encouragement, Whis continued to build up speed. He was finding this to be a lot more satisfying than anticipated – whether it would last, or if it was just the novelty of the first time, he had yet to discover. It was certainly preferable to having his own ass pounded. Yes, he would have quite a lot of fun now he was the one in charge of the pace.

Beerus moaned and gripped the sheets. His cock was screaming for a bit of love, but Whis's idea of a hands-free orgasm? He wanted that more than he thought. Besides, he didn't want any distractions from what Whis was doing to him. Certainly by not touching himself he was making sure he felt every thrust from the angel.

The way Beerus began to roll his hips told Whis all he needed to know. He let his hands drift from the destroyer's hips, caressing the ass he was thrusting into, and running his nails up purple thighs. He knew what Beerus wanted, but he wasn't going to give it without being asked. Instead he kept the same pace which he knew was slowly becoming unbearable for Beerus. Any moment now he expected to hear the word 'faster' slip from those lips.

Instead Beerus drowned his face in a pillow, moaning before saying something that was muffled to the point Whis couldn't understand a word. It sounded as if Beerus moaned his name at the end, and Whis was disappointed he'd been robbed of hearing it with clarity.

"Touch me, Whis," Beerus begged.

"I thought you said you would take care of yourself if needed?"

"I want you. It'll feel so much better…"

Whis traced Beerus's pelvis as he gave in to the request. The guttural groan he received in return was very much worth it. His continued ministrations turned Beerus into a panting mess below him, begging for more, and yet not asking for anything faster or harder.

"Are you almost there?" Whis asked, slightly concerned things weren't progressing as expected.

"Maybe," Beerus panted. He was trying hard not to come and have this all end so quickly, but at the same time he felt like he was in such a state of bliss that any moment could be the last. How long could he hold out? Would Whis get bored?

Without a point of reference and such a cryptic answer from Beerus, Whis decided to pick up the pace. That made Beerus a lot more vocal. There was a little bit of protesting, but that almost instantly switched to pleased moans and incoherent mumbling.

"Whis…" Beerus tried to form the sentence he needed in his head before saying it, but god was he just so focused on how good it felt to have Whis ramming into him. He could already tell this was going to be one of his best climaxes – yes, he needed to tell Whis! "Whis…gonna come…" he moaned.

"Are you?" Whis resumed toying with his cock.

"Fuck, yeah… Your bed…?" He hadn't quite figured out how he wanted to voice his concern. Whis was always such a clean person, and somehow even now he was worrying about dirtying the angel's sheets.

"Don't worry, my lord."

With that load off, he was finally ready to shoot his own. By now Whis was well-practiced at helping him ride out his orgasm; knowing when to slow down, and what to look for to indicate he should stop. This time it was decided that he should stop when Beerus's tail, which had at some point wrapped around his waist, finally released him.

The destroyer was breathing deeply as he let himself sink into the mattress, Whis slowly sliding the dildo out as he did so. He was about to step out of the curtains and remove it, but Beerus called to him.

"Where d'you think you're going?" A finger motioned for Whis to lay down next to him.

"I wasn't going to be gone for long," Whis said.

Beerus wrapped his arms around the angel's neck. "I don't want you to go at all. How was it?"

"You seemed to enjoy it."

"It was fucking fantastic," Beerus sighed in happiness. "But how was it for you?"

"Quite enjoyable, all things considered. I could certainly have a lot more fun being the one on top."

"Good, because I want to do that over and over until I get bored," Beerus said.

"And then what?" Whis wondered. "I guess I'll have to get you a vibrating one."

"God I bet that would feel really, really good." He bit his lip as he thought about it. "Hey, carry me to the bath."

Whis said nothing, disappearing out of the curtains.

"Hey -!"

"I'm just taking this thing off."

"Leave it on," Beerus said. "I think it's sexy."

"I think you'll find it's disgusting now it's all sticky and sweaty. I'm having that feeling you often have when you think cum is hot until the moment passes and it's suddenly gross and unwanted."

Beerus realised the wet he could feel on his stomach was certainly not desired any longer. "Point taken."

A now dick-less, but still naked, Whis opened the curtains and scooped Beerus up in his arms.

"But…" Beerus said quietly, "Does that mean you found it kinda hot?"

"Insofar as I have the ability to, I suppose. There was a certain allure to the whole situation, but obviously your definition of 'hot' is not applicable still. As always, it is your response that makes me want to do these things."

"Was my reaction…? Did it live up to your expectations?"

Whis nodded. "I hope to see you in such a state again."

A/N: I wrote this on the last 'legal' fingers in his ass Sunday (according to Tumblr). I was cracking up.