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They're in bed, sleepily whispering to each other as the clock steadily clicks closer to three in the morning when Vegeta, addled and loose-lipped, utters a confession.
Kakarot sits up immediately, suddenly wide awake and staring at him as Vegeta's own words process in his mind.
"You... want me to treat you like that?"
Vegeta shrugs, no longer tired, feigning nonchalance even as he feels his anxiety spike at Kakarot's reaction. "You don't have to."
"Right, right," Kakarot nods. "But... you want me to."
Vegeta scoffs, pushing away from his partner, embarrassed and ashamed that he'd ever verbalized such a perverse fantasy as he goes to roll over. "Just forget it, Kakarot. Gods, this is stupid."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Kakarot grabs his arm, stills him in his spot. He could rip his arm away if he wanted to, rip Kakarot's arm off if he was feeling mean enough, but they've been doing better about this... thing they're doing now. Dating still feels too juvenile of a label, and he'd be loathe to call Kakarot his boyfriend, but he's been trying to be... softer. Less quick to anger and more willing to hear out the idiot he was so tragically and instrinsically in love with. Kakarot lays back down as he pulls him closer again, back to chest, warmth radiating from where their skin is touching. "Jeez, you’re so sensitive sometimes, Geets."
"Don't–" He exhales slowly, forcing himself to remain calm. "Don't call me that."
"Uh-huh," Kakarot has a cheeky little grin as he leans in now, breath hot on Vegeta's face. "You'd rather I call you princess, or somethin' like that."
It immediately sends a shiver down his spine, his body stiffening. The faux title shouldn't elicit such a positive reaction, reminiscent of the way Freeza used to weaponize his gender against him, but something about the way Kakarot says it makes his heart race in excitement instead of fear.
"Oh, you did like that," Kakarot casually comments, too adept at reading Vegeta's body language for the man to deny it. "My beautiful princess; putty in my hands."
Vegeta rolls his eyes even as a dark red blush begins to spread up and over his cheekbones.The way Kakarot murmurs the title is like he's teasing him– goading him into playing a game with him, slowly and methodically coaxing him open. Usually, Kakarot is the one introducing these little games, ways to "spice up" their sex life, as he had so eloquently described it once. Vegeta rarely, if ever, suggests a new layer to their fun– which is why, perhaps, this time feels so daunting.
"How far do you want this to go?" Kakarot asks quietly, mouth against Vegeta's ear as his hands trail across the smaller man's torso. "Just names? Or... clothing? Or... what I say?"
Each suggestion is emphasized with a finger being dragged across different sensitive parts of his body. First his nipples, then his ticklish ribs, until Kakarot gently presses his fingers against Vegeta's clit through his thin underwear. Vegeta lets out a shuddering breath, forcing his arms to stay limp by his side as his partner continues his ministrations.
"Answer me, princess," Kakarot says before licking the outer shell of Vegeta's ear. He begins to rub circles against his clit, deliberately slow and measured as Vegeta's hips shift minutely.
"A-all," he forces out, embarrassed and aroused just from a nickname and minimal touching. "You can do w-whatever you w-want."
Kakarot makes a small happy noise as his fingers sped up a touch. "I love when you say that. Like you trust me with anythin'..."
Vegeta exhales shakily, the front of his underwear damp to a humiliating degree, thighs twitching. "W-why wouldn't I, idiot?"
Kakarot laughs in his ear. "You want me to dress you up like a doll? Put my little princess in lipstick and have her suck my cock?"
Vegeta, honest to Kami, whines at the suggestion, his mind filling with a vulgar image of himself on his knees with eyeliner and lipstick smeared across his face, mixing with cum and saliva as Kakarot smacks his dick against Vegeta's cheek. The image is so visceral that it sends a renewed wave of arousal through him, knees coming together on instinct as his stomach warms.
"Come on, baby," Kakarot murmurs. "I know you wanna cum. Ask me if you can."
"Can I cum?" He grits out, knowing what Kakarot wants but not quite in the right headspace to properly beg just yet. Kakarot must sense this, because he doesn't push for any other request as he kisses behind Vegeta's ear.
"Go on," he says, fingers fast and squishing against the wet fabric, and Vegeta allows himself to feel disgusted for half a second at the soiled clothing before he's rocking forward as his orgasm crashes over him. Kakarot's fingers don't stop, coaxing him through the climax. "Good girl."
That single bit of praise has Vegeta crumpling as a new, foreign form of arousal hits him like a punch to the stomach. He leans forward with a long, low moan as Kakarot's fingers finally begin to slow.
"Good girl," Kakarot repeats, withdrawing his hand and pressing wet, open-mouth kisses against Vegeta's neck. "So good for me."
Vegeta exhales breathlessly. It's... a little frightening, how aroused he is by this. He knows that he's the one who suggested this, knew he'd find it at least a little stimulating, but he wasn't expecting it to have such a remarkable effect on him. He can't quite pinpoint what's so titilating about this kink in comparison to the others they've tried.
"Hey," Kakarot murmurs, and the softness in his voice makes it clear that the scene is over. Vegeta feels slightly disappointed and relieved at the same time. "You know I don't think you're a girl, right? I know you're a man."
It's, kind of, exactly what Vegeta needs to hear at the moment, body relaxing back into Kakarot's touch as the kisses against his neck continue.
"Freeza used to call me princess." The words slip out before he can stop them, and Kakarot freezes behind him.
"Oh, gods; Vegeta, I'm so sorry–"
"I would have stopped you if it was a problem," Vegeta cuts him off, a little too harsh. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth before he continues. "It's... different with you."
"Oh... Uh, okay?" Kakarot sounds unconvinced, and he's curling around Vegeta in the way he does when he feels like he's messed up, making himself smaller and seeking reconciliation.
Vegeta sighs in frustration, but not at his partner. He knows there's no way in avoiding an explanation, otherwise Kakarot will sulk, believing Vegeta's mood to be his fault.
"Every time Freeza called me princess, it was a way to degrade me. A way to strip me of my title without directly doing so. He..." His throat is closing up, but he forces himself to continue. They're getting better about this, too; opening up about emotions and Vegeta's past. "He never saw me as anything other than a petulant little girl, and when he would call me that, I could hear the hatred in his voice."
Kakarot exhales are near silent in his ear.
"When you call me it, I know you don't mean it like that. I know you see me as a man. So... it's just different," he finishes lamely.
Kakarot hums in lieu of a response, silence stretching between them. He seems content with that answer, back to nuzzling against the nape of Vegeta's neck as he quietly purrs. It relaxes that last bit of tension in Vegeta's muscles as he eases into a comfortable position.
"...It was kinda fun," Kakarot admits quietly. "I... Seeing how you reacted to it was really hot, not gonna lie."
Vegeta forces his breath to remain even. "You think so?"
"Mhmm," Kakarot hums into his skin where he's now kissing again. "Wanna see you dressed up next time."
There's an edge to his voice that's usually reserved for when he takes control during sex, almost as if it's an order or a promise, and it makes Vegeta want to turn back around and ride him until neither of them can walk, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't fighting to keep his eyes open, and he can feel Kakarot's kisses becoming slow and sloppy, more like licks than anything else. He shuts his eyes, a dull ache of excitement thrumming underneath his skin.
A couple of weeks pass without directly bringing up the events of that night. Kakarot will let slip the occasional, "hey, princess," at some points throughout the day, enough to cause warm arousal to pool in Vegeta's stomach, but it never goes beyond that. He never says it during sex, and it seems like he's set on his promise of wanting to see Vegeta dress up the next time they try playing this little game.
Well, Vegeta can certainly play along, if that's what Kakarot wants.
It takes him a little under a week to gather everything he needs. It takes a couple of fairly embarrassing trips to the mall and a few lessons from Chi-Chi, but he eventually has it all. So, that morning, when Kakarot slips out to meet up for lunch with his son, Vegeta starts to get ready.
He has lingerie– new, lacy, real lingerie– that he'd picked out based on how it cupped his boobs, pushing them together and up, creating cleavage he was certain he hadn't had before. The underwear (if you could even call it that, he thinks, astounded at how a handful of string classified as wearable) matches the bra; the deep indigo of the set sitting nicely against his darker skin. It's basic; barely more than an exceptionally lacy everyday set, according to the lady in the shop, but it's enough to make him pause when he looks in the mirror.
That isn't all he has, though.
There's also a tiny black skirt and matching cropped jacket with nearly the entire front missing, only leaving enough of a back for a hood and puffy sleeves that hung past his hands. He looks in the mirror again, and through his embarrassment and insistence that he looks ridiculous, he also feels that warmth in his gut again.
The most daunting part, undoubtedly, is the makeup. Chi-Chi had spent hours with him one afternoon, coaching him through the movements even as his hands shook, and her lessons paid off well. He holds his breath to still the tremors in his hands as he pens the eyeliner, long and sharp cateyes that enunciate his already lengthy lashes. He's not planning on doing anything that would cake, the feeling of makeup sits too heavy on his skin, but he does brush on blush and paint his lips black. He leans away from the mirror, closely observing himself.
He looks... good. Almost perfect, almost matching the vision he had in his head. He double checks that his jewelry is fastened on securely– it's not like he ever takes it off, but the gold shine of the ceremonial pieces are a nice accent to the outfit. He still can't figure out what's missing, though, huffing in frustration.
Impulsively, he runs a hand through his hair and ruffles it until his styled-back bangs fall in front of his eyes again. He takes a moment to make sure they're sitting how he wants, and now he's perfect. He lifts his tail in a way that's always felt too unfamiliar, wagging it behind himself slightly. The way it's curling behind him is similar to how Kakarot's is always swaying, and he smiles slightly at the thought.
He turns around, watching his reflection, the thrill of what he's doing giving him goosebumps. The skirt covers genuinely nothing, the bra makes his tits a direct focal point, and the addition of his bangs and the makeup soften his facial features considerably. He's shaking as he sits down on the bed, giddy with anticipation as he waits.
As it turns out, he doesn't have to wait long.
Vegeta feels Kakarot's ki before he even enters the apartment, vibrating with excitement as he hears the door open, close, and the deadbolt click into place.
"Geta!" Kakarot yells, voice getting louder as he walks toward the bedroom. "I'm back!"
"In here," Vegeta calls, leaning back slightly. He keeps his legs shut, making the conscious effort to curl his tail up behind him.
"You would not believe the buffet they had at that restaurant," Kakarot is saying as he opens the door, rolling his neck so that it pops loudly. "I'm gonna have to take you ther–"
He stops dead in his tracks at the sight of his partner.
"Hi," Vegeta manages. The longer Kakarot stares without response, the more anxious he gets. His partner finally breaks out his trance, stepping forward until he's at the foot of the bed, reaching out a hand to cup Vegeta's face. He leans into it.
"Oh, princess..." Kakarot murmurs, voice low. It sends a shiver down Vegeta's spine. "Did you do all this for me?"
"Yes," he answers. He almost bites his lip on instinct, but stops himself, afraid to mess up the lipstick. "Do you... Is it good?"
Kakarot groans, leaning down and pulling Vegeta into a kiss, licking into his mouth in a way that leaves him dizzy and gasping for air when they pull apart. "You look perfect."
He has lipstick smudged against his own lips now, and Vegeta privately remarks just how pretty the shade looks on him.
"Perfect," Kakarot repeats, looking down at him. "My perfect princess. Fuck, where did you even get all this?"
"Bought them," Vegeta answers. As the other's eyes are tracing down his body, he spreads his legs open, and Kakarot lets out a strangled noise at the sight of the panties. "Bought them so you could take them off."
"Fuck– I can see how wet you are," he says, looking like he's in physical pain. "Stand up; let me look at you."
His voice has that edge again: commanding, implying punishment if gone unobeyed. That was something else they'd been trying. Kakarot was a fan of bossing Vegeta around, a switch from their natural power dynamic of prince and subject. Kakarot liked when Vegeta asked for permission or begged, and, more and more, it had been leaking into the other little games they played.
Not that Vegeta necessarily minded. There was something liberating about being able to turn his brain off as he placed his trust completely in the other man, and privately, he found an old comfort in the familiarity of following orders. He'd once heard Bulma teasingly call it "subspace," when he'd drunkenly described the feeling to her, and it usually took him awhile to sink into it, but when he was able to surrender and let Kakarot take complete control...
That kind of soul-deep trust was a luxury he'd never been afforded until now, and it still shocked him that he had found it in some lowly third-class vagrant.
He obeys Kakarot's statement, turning around when prompted, showing off his ass and tits in a way that he'd never be comfortable with normally, but he feels almost overly confident like this. It's like he's putting on a private show for his partner.
Kakarot has hands on him before he can complete his turn, lifting the edge of the miniskirt over the sliver of ass it covers. He's leaning over Vegeta's back, licking his neck as he presses fingers against the thin layer of lace covering his entrance.
"Such a pretty girl," Kakarot croons, and Vegeta almost melts. "Wrapped up like a present just for me."
"Just for you," Vegeta confirms, quiet and honest. The next kiss is pressed to his cheek, soft and gentle. He braces himself. He's not in the right headspace to beg, not yet, but he needs to verbalize this regardless. "I want you to do whatever you want. I'll stop you if it's too much."
Kakarot's movements stop for a second. "You sure?"
Vegeta swallows, tilting his head back to look at his partner. "Can you make me feel good? Please, baby?"
That's all it takes for Kakarot's restraint to snap as he groans, nuzzling into the hair at the base of Vegeta's neck. "You're drivin' me crazy, princess. Lay down on the bed. On your back."
He complies quickly, feverish heat spreading down to his shoulders. He can't believe this is happening, can't believe this private fantasy is coming true right before his eyes. Kakarot is stripping away his jacket, leaving himself in his khakis and wifebeater, muscles flexing as he tosses the jacket onto the bed next to Vegeta.
"Spread your legs," and when he complies, showing off the panties once again, Kakarot swears. "Did you get see-through ones on purpose?"
Vegeta grins, fangs glinting in the low light.
"Of course she did," Kakarot sighs, the change in pronouns sending another shiver down Vegeta's spine. "My little princess, always doing her best to tease me until I fuck the shit out of her."
The vulgarity makes Vegeta choke on his own inhale, lightning bolts of arousal shooting straight to his clit. He's sinking further into that headspace, on his partner's words alone, and then fingers are on him again, pressing into the erect bud.
"Kaka–!" Vegeta moans, stunningly sensitive as his knees fall farther apart, granting his partner full access. The lace is rough against his clit in the most perfect, unexpected way. "Please–!"
"Are you gonna be a good girl and hold your legs open while I eat your pussy?"
Vegeta feels like his soul leaves his body. His covers his face with his hands, careful not to touch the makeup. "Oh, my gods, Kakarot..."
"Is that a yes?"
He hooks his trembling arms around his legs and pulls them back. It leaves him obscenely exposed, the thin, damp lace stretched against his slit. He has no time to brace himself before Kakarot is lapping at him like a starving man, hands coming to cup Vegeta's ass.
"FUCK!" Vegeta shouts, eyes rolling back. The feeling of his partner's tongue through the lace creates an entirely new sensation. "Kakarot, oh, my gods, shit–"
"Fuck, you're really sensitive today," he says, pulling away momentarily. Drool drips from his lips onto the panties. "What's got you all worked up, princess?"
He doesn't get to answer as Kakarot resumes his fun, tongue slipping under the edge of the panties and brushing directly against his clit. He thrusts up on instinct.
"Mm, good girl," Kakarot praises, muttering into his skin. "Ya wanna cum?"
He whines, and he's so close– both to an orgasm and to finally, fully slipping into that subspace. He's eager, hands shaking where they're holding his legs apart. "Please, Kakarot!"
"Cum for me, princess."
He's crashing like waves on a shore, abdomen tensing as Kakarot keeps his mouth firmly on his clit, suckling until Vegeta lets go of his legs and pushes lightly against his shoulder. He falls back against the bed, limp.
"Oh, she's all tuckered out," Kakarot teases, tracing his tongue over the lace once more. Vegeta twitches, moaning low. "Come here."
As wrung out as he currently feels, he sits up, crawling to the edge of the bed where Kakarot is waiting. His hand is on his belt buckle, and he's watching Vegeta closely. They've done this particular song and dance before, and the familiar action is comforting in this new territory.
"Can I–?" Vegeta starts, but his hands are already moving, Kakarot's hands are already weaving gently into his hair, and the belt is sliding easily out of his pants as Vegeta unbuttons them. He hooks his fingers into Kakarot's waistbands, gently pulling them down. The hand in his hair keeps his face titled up, maintaining eye contact with his partner.
"Your tits look amazing."
A giggle bubbles out of him– a fucking giggle. He's done for, deep into subspace as Kakarot pulls his dick all the way out and rests it on Vegeta's face. He's a little sad about how his makeup is about to be ruined, but Kakarot is pulling on his hair, and his mouth instinctively opens.
Any potential complaints melt away as Kakarot begins to slowly hump his mouth, gentle at first, letting Vegeta adjust to the intrusion before sliding further and further inside until he's fucking his throat, obscene slurps and gurgles filling the room. Vegeta can feel drool dripping down onto his boobs, knows from the slight burn in his waterline that the eyeliner is running as his eyes water and overflow. He's taught himself how to suppress his gag reflex over these last few months, and it becomes as easy as breathing when his brain is as pleasure-fogged as it currently is. He's been staring into Kakarot's eyes for what feels like ages when he suddenly pulls out and Vegeta remembers that he needs to breathe. He coughs, a string of spit still connecting his lips to the head of the cock in front of him. Kakarot's humping his face now, intermittently slapping him with his cock, as Vegeta tries to catch his breath.
"Such a pretty fuckin' girl," he grunts, the underside of his dick sliding against Vegeta's open mouth and lolling tongue. "Look– look at the mess you’re makin'."
Vegeta forces his eyes to focus. There's smudges of black lipstick up and down the entire length, rings of the creamy gloss of varying darkness around the head and the base. The entire thing is wet and shiny, precum dripping off the tip of its heavy head.
"Sorry," he says, dopey smile betraying him. Vegeta presses a kiss to the tip and Kakarot shudders, his length twitching.
"Gods, your makeup is runnin' like crazy." Kakarot looks down at him, studying his face. Vegeta swallows the excess saliva in his mouth.
"Am I pretty?"
Kakarot groans, fresh precum dribbling out. "Oh, babygirl; you're gorgeous."
Kakarot scoops him up without warning and he lets out a shriek that devolves into another fit of giggles. He's on his back again, flat on the bed as his partner crawls over him, kissing over every inch of available skin as a hand finds Vegeta's tits and begins to massage one. Kakarot is kissing and groping and rutting his spit-slicked cock against his lace-covered slit and, for some reason, Vegeta can't stop giggling.
"Fuck, gotta clean up before– the lipstick," Kakarot murmurs, a half-finished thought as he moves to stand up. Vegeta grabs his shirt and pulls him in again.
"It's safe," he manages through his giggles, "bought it at a sex shop."
Kakarot looks stunned, pauses, and rolls his eyes. "Too goddamn smart for your own good." Fingers are fumbling at his crotch, then– he's being flipped onto his elbows and knees, as the panties are pulled down and he wants to cry as Kakarot rubs against his folds instead of pushing in.
"Come on!" Vegeta whines, flicking his tail underneath his partner's nose. He's trembling as if he's been edged for hours, as if he hasn't cum once already.
"I want you to beg," Kakarot says, and, honestly, Vegeta should have expected that. If he weren't already strung out, he'd say something snarky and put up a fight.
But he is already strung out, desperate to get fucked, desperate for this game to keep going.
"Can you fuck me?"
Kakarot's hands spread his cheeks and he moans. "You want me to fuck your pussy?"
His face feels hot. "Yes."
"Then say it." Vegeta whines again, the embarrassment of the situation making slick drip down his thighs. Kakarot drags a finger through it, hips stilling as he slurps loudly on his fingers and Vegeta pitches his hips up, desperate for the friction to continue. "Say you want me to fuck your princess pussy."
Maybe it's because he's so deep into subspace that he'd do anything if it meant getting Kakarot's cock inside him, but when the beg finally slips out, what he says is:
"Please, can you fuck your princess' pussy?"
In the moment, he isn't even aware that the slight change in wording winds Kakarot immediately, the direct admission of belonging to the other making him swear. He lines up and sinks inside, making Vegeta gasp at the sudden intrusion.
"Yeah, babygirl," Kakarot grunts, watching his length disappear inside his partner, stretching his hole taut. "Good girl; so good, askin' so nicely, gonna fill your pretty pussy up so good–"
He's babbling now, just as lost in pleasure as Vegeta has been. His thrusts are relentless, fast and deep, forcing broken sounds out of the small man underneath him each time he bottoms out, feeling the length deep in his gut.
"Does she know I'm gonna cum inside her?" He taunts. Vegeta moans loudly. "Does she know I'm gonna dump a load in her royal cunt?"
That's all it takes for Vegeta to cum again, convulsing as he loses strength in his arms and falls onto his face. Kakarot isn't far behind, thrusts faltering as he buries himself. Vegeta can feel him twitch inside as he's filled.
"Good girl," Kakarot moans. Vegeta is still solidly in subspace as he pulls out, as Kakarot smacks his ass hard and pulls his cheeks apart to watch his hole twitch. "Good girl; so fuckin' good."
He’s blearily coaxed through Kakarot cleaning his cock with Vegeta’s mouth, the taste of himself and his partner’s release tingling on his tongue as he dutifully keeps his mouth open. He’s on his knees in front of his partner again, and Kakarot keeps whispering foul praises that make his toes curl, things like, “my princess looks so good with her throat gettin’ fucked,” and “look at her, swallowin’ me up like her favorite meal.”
He’s perfectly content to simply pleasure Kakarot this round, brain successfully numbed with the taste of cock and two full-body orgasms, when Kakarot’s boot slips between his thighs. He jolts suddenly, the pressure against his now bare entrance startling.
“Sit down, princess,” Kakarot orders. Vegeta obeys, the cool leather feeling strange against his stretched hole. He can feel the boot pressing into every fold, every inch of his sex, and he whines around the cock in his mouth as Kakarot angles his foot, sliding directly against his clit.
“Make yourself cum like this,” is Kakarot’s next order, and Vegeta almost disobeys just because of the overstimulation, but then Kakarot slides his dick the full length into Vegeta’s mouth, humping against him even as he’s fully sheathed, and Vegeta can’t help but rock his hips instinctually, grinding against the cool leather beneath him as it becomes slicker the longer Kakarot treats his throat like a toy.
“I can’t believe I have the princess of all saiyans humpin’ my boot like some little puppy,” Kakarot moans, pulling halfway out and wiggling his foot. Vegeta whines again, a sound that turns into a gurgle as Kakarot resumes his abuse of Vegeta’s throat. “Look at this, look at you; tits bouncin’ like a little slut while you take everythin’ I give you.” He’s becoming erratic, hips stuttering as he slams Vegeta’s head down. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
The feeling of Kakarot cumming down his throat has him desperately shifting his hips, seeking his next orgasm. When Kakarot pulls out halfway to spurt cum onto Vegeta’s face, and then cleavage, and then grips his hair to look into his eyes while Vegeta keeps humping his boot, he finally feels his last orgasm shudder through him. He grinds against the leather shoe feebily, too fucked out and oversensitive to stop the pathetic whines and whimpers the movements pull from him.
He knows the game, and he keeps rutting against the boot until Kakarot says, “good girl,” and he can finally stop, stilling his hips but remaining seated on the boot until Kakarot picks him up, manhandling him in the way Vegeta always found sexy but was too embarrassed to ask for more of.
He's coming back out of subspace as they sit in the shower together, his back to his partner's chest once again, Kakarot carefully wiping his face clean. Vegeta buries his face in his hands and groans, loud.
"Oh, my fucking gods."
Kakarot laughs. "Yeah, knew that was comin'."
The humiliation of his loose lips and overconfidence are going to haunt him for days, he already knows it– but for now, Kakarot is whispering soft assurances and gently cleaning him, and he allows himself to relax for the moment.
"It looks good on you," Vegeta grunts, leaning up to look at the lipstick still smudged against Kakarot's mouth. He reaches up and wipes it away. "Maybe next time it should be you."
Kakarot looks slightly pink as his arms tighten around Vegeta's waist. "Yeah, maybe. Maybe I can be the princess."
"You'd be the best," Vegeta reassures, rolling his eyes. Kakarot licks a long stripe up his neck and kisses behind his ear.
Yeah. Maybe next time.