Rock Your World

Part 16 – Heat, Steam, Fire

I don't remember teleporting us inside; but I found myself wrapped around Vegeta's smaller form leaning against the wall in the upstairs hallway as he kissed me with enough passion to make my toes curl. He ran a hand down to my hips and started to slip it under my shirt, but I stopped him; meeting his jet eyes with my own honestly.

"No Vegeta, let me take care of you this time," I murmured gently, stroking his hair.

He watched me for a few seconds, his eyes flickering with distrust for a moment. Then he sighed and twined his tail with mine.

"Okay," he whispered.

I smiled and kissed him again, taking a few steps sideways, groping for a doorknob blindly. I growled my victory into his mouth as my fingers brushed against a doorframe and we stumbled inside. Cold tile met my bare feet and I blinked. This wasn't the bedroom… my mistake. I started to guide Vegeta back out; but he just purred and barred my way casually.

"But – " I protested. This was unfamiliar territory for me; going about our… business… in the bathroom would require some creativity on my part, since I was in control here… or I was until Vegeta blocked me.

Vegeta didn't explain himself, just unwrapped his tail from mine and snaked it into the shower, switching on the water, smirking.

Vegeta took a few steps back from me; looking a little unsure but attempting to cover it with a lust-filled smirk. His hands wandered to his own hair, combing through it once or twice before they travelled down his own cheekbones and throat, down his shoulders and chest, tracing his chiseled muscles; his coal eyes never leaving mine. His fingers toyed with the waistband of his spandex training shorts before peeling them off, freeing his arousal to the humid air; the steam condensing on his bronze skin and dampening his gravity-defying spikes of hair. Then he glanced at me, then at the shower, then back. His sensual smirk simply screamed "come get it while it's hot".

I bit my lip. How could I compete with that? The prince looked completely relaxed; arms crossed over his chest, tail curling suggestively in the air, stirring up the clouding steam. His display had achieved the intended effect; and I was hard put to keep from staring at the gloriously naked body before me and concentrate on breathing and maintaining some semblance of control – never my strong point.

My tail swished through the steam with a mind of its own, coiling around my own thigh and slinking upward, untying the drawstring of my loose gi pants and letting them fall to the floor. I shrugged and slipped out of my two shirts, raising my arms over my head as I did, enjoying the kiss of steam along my hypersensitive muscles.

Vegeta blinked once, his smirk deepening to a leer as he shamelessly took in my naked appearance with unrestrained desire heavy in his eyes. I had no idea how he could be so unperturbed and proud standing naked and aroused in a bathroom – I sure as hell felt awkward as all get out – but he managed to pull off his princely dignity even as he beckoned me with his gaze to take over from there. I had said I'd take care of him this time, hadn't I?

Shaking off my inhibitions and deciding to just go with it; I grinned in a predatory manner and lunged at the prince, stealing his mouth and pressing my exposed skin against his. Vegeta's breath huffed out of his nostrils, his arms wrapping around my neck to pull me down to his height. Teasing and laughing, we tripped over each other's feet and almost collapsed into the shower; keeping our balance with instinctive tail movement. The moment of clumsiness left Vegeta with his back pinned against the tile wall under the shower head, with me leaning over him, my hands bracing against the wall. The water was hot, cascading down my back and dripping from the ends of my hair into Vegeta's face, but he didn't seem to care. He had his eyes closed and was tangling his fingers in my damp black spikes; groaning as my tongue invaded his pliant mouth; his erection grinding against mine.

I don't remember when I stopped thinking, but I remember losing myself in a haze of steam, rivers of scalding water and the addictive fire of the prince's touch and taste. An addiction was what it was; for I simply couldn't get enough of him– not for lack of trying, mind you.

"Kakarrrrrrot," Vegeta rumbled, his tail tormenting mine, though he still allowed me full control.

The purr of his voice made my knees weak and I could only moan in response, running my tongue down his jaw and neck.

"Kakarot, much as I… ah! …much as I'd love for you to…t-to keep torturing me… " the prince's voice was shaky, interrupted with little pants and moans, I barely registered his words, and kept up my gentle torture just to elicit those delicious sounds from him, "I…I'd much appreciate it if you... got t-to the point…."

I smiled against his neck, "As you wish, my prince,"

Trailing kisses down his neck, I gently turned him so that his back was to my chest and he was facing the shower wall. Skating my hands down his chest, I rested my chin on his shoulder and let my tail coil around his leg, the tip teasing his arousal. Vegeta groaned and leaned back against me, straining for more contact.

One of my hands found his erection and I shivered with him as I stroked its length once, then moved on. The prince made a sound suspiciously close to a whimper his fingers writhing against the slick tile wall in front of him, frustrated at his inability to touch and taste what he so obviously wanted.

"Soon, my prince," I purred, "First, let me take care of you," I was amazed that my voice didn't shake, that I could even speak at all, and Vegeta trembled with need as my tail brushed against his arousal again. My fingers continued their massaging of the prince's spine and thighs, but torturously avoided his erection. Vegeta grit his teeth and growled desperately.

"Dammit, K-Kakarot," he choked, "Fuck me already!"

His words snapped me out of the haze and I stared at the prince. He was panting, shaking, barely able to stand. He wouldn't last much longer.

"Sorry," I soothed, "I guess I got carried away,"

Vegeta mumbled something about "third-class idiot", but the remark lacked spite and the prince seemed relieved at finally getting somewhere.

I skipped the preparation step due to the prince's impatience and, bracing myself against Vegeta's unsteady shoulders, slowly entered him. Vegeta's head tipped back and he groaned. For a moment I wondered if I'd hurt him, but there was nothing but pleasure in his voice, in the shudders that wracked his frame.

The prince was tight, and I struggled not to just slam forward, afraid of causing him pain; still the sensation was nothing short of breathtaking, and I almost came just from the sheer friction and heat. Vegeta gulped a breath as he was filled completely, the water streaming down his back an interesting combination with the heat already pulsing from his skin.

"Move," Vegeta breathed, his tail latching onto mine. I took a deep breath and drew back, almost all the way.

We both cried out as I entered him again, and again; slow, deep, languorous thrusts; gentle, almost lazy. Vegeta turned his head and I captured his lips again, tasting his fiery flavor, running my hands gently down his outstretched arms to the wrists, lacing our fingers together on the tile wall. At a needy whimper from the prince, I slowly increased the pace, keeping the thrusts gentle, non-demanding. My tail, twined with his, snaked around his erection and the dual furry appendages stroked him in time with my movement.

Vegeta was very vocal throughout the whole thing; but eventually he tensed, choking for breath and shivering, his whole body locked on the cusp of orgasm. I abandoned my restraint and hammered into him once, twice, before he positively screamed his release, spine arching as he came hard. I followed him two strokes later, and the moment seemed to last an eternity; the heat, the steam, the intense, radiating ecstasy thrumming through us both. Then he fell forward, and I caught him before he hit the wall in front of his face. We were both breathing hard, still trembling with aftershocks. I leaned forward and kissed him again, hugging his body close to mine.

Vegeta broke the kiss, shutting off the water that was starting to cool, and stepped out of the shower. I followed close behind, drying myself with ki and grabbing a towel off the rack with my tail, handing it to the prince with a little bow.

"Your Highness," I said sincerely. Vegeta stared, took the towel and dried himself off before wrapping it around his waist, still watching me as if I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had. Maybe I'd lost my mind long ago. But if losing my mind meant I got to experience something like that; then I'm glad I did.

I was entirely too happy as I skidded down the stairs, shrugging into a T-shirt and tying the drawstring of a pair of blue gi pants with my tail. I felt refreshed and alive, energy pulsing through my very being.

I beamed at Goten who was sprawled on the couch, reading a book. He looked up and studied my sunny expression before breaking into a grin.

"I take it you took my advice?" he said smoothly, sitting up straighter.

I nodded, still smiling.

"And it worked?"

Another nod, my tail was practically wagging.

"So Dad," Goten said casually, "Should I disinfect the bathroom before I next take a shower, or just pretend I don't know what went on in there?"

"Honestly, Goten," I snickered, "whatever makes you comfortable."

Goten nodded slowly, marking the page in his book and standing up, stretching.

"Then I'll pretend I have no clue; but let me ask you this, Dad…" he raised an eyebrow with an entirely too knowing smirk, "Will I be getting any sleep tonight?"

I thought about how vocal Vegeta had been and just laughed.

"I think you might find it difficult, Goten. That's all I'm gonna say."

TBC