TW: choking.

these / signs indicate the beginning and end of the part that could trigger you, so I preferred to place a separation so that those who are too sensitive can avoid that part of the text.

Frieza wasn't stupid, on the contrary; after years spent dominating those parts of the universe that he had patiently managed to conquer, he had slowly learned to understand what his enemies were thinking, reading their movements, paying attention to the various changes in tone and the looks they directed at him . He had suffered many of the latter: looks of admiration, challenge, terror, agony, anguish, anger, envy... and now in the saiyan's eyes he could hide what he had often recognized in his own gaze when he admired himself in the mirror "private" moments.

Lust. Desire. Passion.

They were all emotions collected in that single light that seemed to shine in the boy's proud and challenging gaze; his indomitable spirit was craving the idea of being bent into obedience, he could tell by how he held his breath every time Frieza's fingers grazed his piercings, threatening to once again cause him pain, or how his eyes darted quick in the direction of his tail as it adjusted around his wrists to keep him from getting out of control, forcing him to maintain that vulnerable position on the soft sheets.

Frieza's expression was indecipherable as he slowly ran his fingers from the boy's member onto his abdomen, running along his pectorals until they rested delicately on his jugular, feeling the accelerated beats of the blond's heart under his fingertips; a precise and stable heartbeat which however altered as soon as the alien's fingers slowly tightened around his throat. Shun's whole body seemed to react to that contact, slowly arching upwards, as if to meet the hand and at the same time pushing himself a little more towards the other's pelvis, while a moan escaped from his lips that betrayed his desire in having something more.

Frieza experimentally bent a finger placed almost on purpose on the Saiyan's jugular, feeling the young man hold his breath, his eyes continuing to hold his gaze without hesitation.

- Your species will never cease to amaze me... - Frieza murmured, bending another finger slowly. - I thought pain was something you lesser beings couldn't bear. And yet... -, he finally flexed all his fingers around the Saiyan's throat, without however applying any pressure, not failing to notice how Shun had rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by that lack, - Yet apparently some of you don't they lack a certain...masochistic streak - he whispered that word sensually, finally tightening his grip.

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Shun finally felt that familiar sensation of his breath catching in his throat, of air being denied to him and which his lungs were now desperately trying to recover, while his mind went foggy for a moment... only to be awakened again by the the other's body crashing with renewed force against his, without any care this time, sending waves of pleasure that rose directly from the bottom of his back to his brain, forcing him to emit strangled moans. Literally.

- Is this really what you want saiyan? Being fucked without remorse while walking the thin line between life and death? -, Frieza continued to tighten his grip on the young man's neck, pushing himself with more and more force against his body, chasing his pleasure, a grin distorted by the same ecstasy on his face.

Shun didn't have the voice to answer him, his throat was too busy emitting gasps and moans, his body was filled with shivers and his mind was clouded at the same time by pain and pleasure; he was poised between Heaven and Hell, unable to register anything other than his oxygen supply running out and Frieza's tentacle sinking deliciously into him, hitting with just the right amount of force that spot that was making him see stars .

Only at the end, unexpectedly, Frieza, perhaps in a shred of awareness, released the grip on his throat, allowing him to breathe again, so that his brain recovered from the fog so as to make him feel how the alien's fingers went to pull one last painful time the piercing on the tip of his member, not too much, but enough to give him the push needed to come, at the same time as his partner.

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Once they reached the orgasm, they both collapsed onto the sheets, panting slightly, as the last shivers of pleasure and adrenaline left their bodies.

Shun's heart continued to beat wildly even though he was gradually calming down; none of his partners had ever pushed himself beyond that limit, no one had ever given him such an explosive wave of sensations. It had been pure ecstasy, a feeling he didn't feel in years now.

He turned towards the other, not at all surprised to find him already elegantly resting on the cushions, calm and composed as always; if it hadn't been for his body still in a state of metamorphosis and the blush that still crimsoned his white cheeks, it would have been said that Frieza hadn't moved even for a second from there.

Shun turned his gaze to the ceiling, a stupid smile adorning his face, as he recalled in his mind what had just happened.

After all, accepting to be the bottom hadn't turned out to be such a bad idea...