Let Me Love You
Since the interview he had with Mr. Son...he feels that his eyes watch him, where ever he goes, maybe he was just a little paranoid, Vegeta pulls out his camera ad snaps photographs of Mr. Glacies, he was at the top of a building, at the very edge snapping pictures...something illegal.
Once done he grabs the elevator and walks down the busy never dying streets of New York, he passes by a restaurant and looks at his reflection, short and skinny, skinny jeans, ripped at the knee, a tight white shirt with a tie stamped on the front, the camera around his neck and a small notebook in his hand, he sighs at how simple he is, almost two months have passed since he was trembling in the oldest man's hands. Maybe he found someone else? Someone better? One of those women?
Vegeta rolls his eyes at his jealousy, of course he was with someone else! He was a journalist! Nothing more and Mr. Son was a multimillionaire! He wanted to see Mr. Son again, the empty space in his body needed to be filled up.
He looks beyond his reflection and gasps, Mr. Son was inside the restaurant, reading his part, oh no, what would he think? Maybe he would laugh? Or get angry? He presses his hands against the glass looking like a lost puppy. A hand lands on his shoulder.
"AH!" He jumps and turns dropping his notebook and pencil.
A tall, well-built man bends down and grabs the notebook and pencil, he straightens up and blue eyes look down at the small Vegeta who holds his chest, he gives them back.
"Come with me."
"What?" He snatches his things away from the red haired man.
With no answer, the red haired man grabs Vegeta by his arm and drags him towards the restaurant entrance ignoring the young journalist's struggles and orders of being released. They stop in front of Mr. Son's table, the handsome, Italian hirer of the restaurant he was sitting in, Vegeta had just discovered that, didn't even look up.
"Here he is, Master."
Master? Vegeta blinked confused, what the hell, who the hell was Kakarot Son exactly?!
"Thank you 16, you may leave."
"16?"
Mr. Son's lips curl into a mysterious, mischievous smile "buonasera ragazzo."
A shiver ran up Vegeta's spine and up into his brain when the man speaks in his mother language, his knees shake and he slowly sits down.
"So you own this place too?" He whispers.
Kakarot winks, two slender fingers smooth out a black tie and a sinister tongue licks plump lips, Vegeta nervously looks at his lap, he licks his dry lips when the people around look at his "hand me down" clothes.
They move back to Mr. Son's apartment, at the top floor of the giant building, just like the last time Vegeta strips off his clothes and lays spread out on the bed, blushing and waiting for his torment.
He wanted to see Mr. Son with no fabric at all, but he had no say in this little game, his wrists and ankles are tied to the bed, his breath hitched when Kakarot's dark figure emerged, and cold eyes penetrate him making him aroused with such a look.
"Let's play a game shall we?" Kakarot's husky voice purred.
"What kind of game?" He blinked fearing what would come next.
"I want to see how sensitive you are." He takes a feather and swirls it around Vegeta's nipple making him gasp and arch, it goes down and brushes his aching hole.
Kakarot gives him a sweet torture, listening to each gasp and muffled cry. Vegeta screams and arches when hot wax lands on his stomach, he smiles in a way you can't make out, this man wasn't easy to figure out, Vegeta shakes and whines when his throbbing manhood and balls are squeezed by a ring, something cold slips inside him.
"M-Mr. Son?"
"Please….call me Kakarot." He presses a button.
Vegeta gasps and muffles his moan when his insides clinch around the vibrating intruder, his toes curl and he arches his neck, bucking his hips up and down in a desperate need, he begs secretly for release but the man disappears, how dare he!
"KAKAROT! KAKAROT!" He cries out "ngh!"
"I want to hear you Vegeta ouji…if I hear you plead and beg for more I will give you release."
"Ngh...p-please..."
"I can't understand mumbles."
Vegeta's head falls back and chokes on a sob when his orgasm is ripped away for the second time.
"Please Kakarot! Ha aah ahh! Please! Let me c-cum! Make me cum, I want you! Aaaah!" He felt embarrassed listening to his dirty voice.
"Good boy." Kakarot chuckles.
The ring comes off his pained cock and he arches while exploding on his chest and stomach.
"AAAAAH!" His eyes roll into the back of his head.
Kakarot sets an unconscious Vegeta free and pulls the covers on his abused body, he chuckles and walks away disappearing in the darkness of his room.