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Vegeta sits at his desk, laptop open, the soft glow of the screen washing his face in pale light. He shouldn’t be here. He bites his lip. Goddamnit… He shouldn’t be doing this at all. Not again…
But he has to stay. He’s waiting for that notification.
The janitor’s gone home already. Stop looking around, you imbecile. The office is empty! You’ve checked a hundred times now. But he looks around one more time, analyzing the room until he’s sure. There’s nothing but Vegeta, darkness, and dozens of cubicles.
What’s taking him so long?!
Then it finally pops up: Kakarot – FaceTime Video. Vegeta freezes. His chest tightens. He almost clicks “Decline,” almost slams the laptop shut, but desire wins.
The screen flickers, and there’s Kakarot, grinning like an idiot, leaning back in his chair.
“Workin’ late?” Kakarot teases.
“Tch. Of course I am. Someone around here has to keep the standards up.” Vegeta rubs at his collar, trying to seem normal, professional. “What do you want, Kakarot?”
Kakarot leans closer to the camera, eyes sparkling. “Nothin’. Just… checkin’ on my favorite overachiever.”
Like I care. Like I’d want to be Kakarot’s favorite anything.
Vegeta’s fingers tighten on the edge of the desk. He hates that a simple look from Kakarot can make him feel like this – exposed, tense, hot under his collar. “Hmph. Well, as you can see, I’m perfectly capable of surviving the evening shift without supervision. Now, why are you FaceTiming me?”
“Oh, you know why,” Kakarot says softly, purring. He tilts his head, watching Vegeta fidget. “I wanna see the show.”
Vegeta swallows, heart hammering. He feels the heat creep into his cheeks, his throat tightening when Kakarot leans even closer to the webcam, that stupid smirk daring him to say something. He scoffs weakly. “What show? I’m not showing you anything. I’m in the office, you pervert.”
“Heh. Not yet, maybe. But you will. Ya always do, Vegeta, no matter where you are.”
It’s like the words come alive through the screen, brushing against Vegeta like a touch he can’t resist. He knows Kakarot is right. He shifts in his chair, thighs brushing together, hands tightening in his lap, and the thought of Kakarot watching makes his cock swell.
Kakarot leans even closer to the lens. “You’re so cute like this, all self-conscious…”
Vegeta bites a groan back, trying to look away, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to. His own reflection in the screen – red-cheeked, anxious, barely holding himself together – stares back at him from the little box in the corner.
Kakarot’s grin widens. “Okay. How about today, I… tell ya what to do? I know you love it when I do that.” He points his finger toward the camera, like it’s a wand, ready to direct Vegeta’s body without touching it. “Look to your left. To your right. Okay – now look at me.” He points to himself.
Damnit…
Vegeta obeys. He adjusts in his chair, shifts his shoulders, turns to the left, then to his right, and then… directly at Kakarot. But that doesn’t even last a few seconds. He can’t help but look down, trembling from the heat of Kakarot’s eyes on him.
“Don’t hide, Vegeta. Look at me.”
Vegeta slowly lifts his head and stares right into the camera.
“Better,” Kakarot’s smile is surprisingly sweet. “Much better. Man, I love how you dress for work. Mm. You look real good in that navy dress shirt.”
“Shut up with your nonsense and spit out the next command!”
“Relax. Sheesh,” Kakarot murmurs, leaning closer to his screen. “‘Kay. Lemme see you properly.”
“What – what do you mean by that?” Vegeta’s voice stutters. He hates the way Kakarot looks at him – like he’s prey, already giving in.
“C’mon, Vegeta…” Kakarot teases, his tone playful. “You know what I mean.”
Vegeta curses under his breath. He does. He still can’t help but squirm in his chair until it squeaks. He and Kakarot have done this countless times, but the embarrassment never goes away. Kakarot’s watching every twitch, making the ache in his cock impossible to ignore. He stands, the chair rolling back as he adjusts, legs spreading just slightly to give Kakarot a better view of his crotch.
“Damn, Vegeta!” Kakarot bites his lip. “You’re already so hard. That eager, huh?” His voice dips lower, rich and warm through the speakers. “Touch yourself for me.”
Vegeta stiffens. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, absolutely yes.” Kakarot’s grin turns wicked. “Your boner – it’s so big, holy crap. I’m so excited… you’re just dyin’ for me to watch you.”
Heat floods Vegeta’s chest, his neck, his face. He doesn’t move at first – doesn’t breathe. And then, slowly, he drags a hand down his stomach, then over the bulge straining his slacks. He gives it a firm squeeze. “Ngh…”
Kakarot moans. “Fuuuck yesss. That’s it. Take it out, Vegeta. Show me everythin’.”
“You’re really pushing it, Kakarot…” Vegeta growls.
But he’s working the button open with shaking fingers, sliding his zipper down inch by inch. He goes slow, exactly the way he knows Kakarot eats up. The cool air from the A/C chills him as he frees himself, cock thick and flushed in his hand before he can talk himself out of it. He sucks in a sharp breath, already throbbing hot under Kakarot’s intense gaze.
“Oh my God,” Kakarot whispers, hungry. He licks his lips like he can taste it through the screen. “Your cock, Vegeta… it looks so huge, so tasty. I really, really want it…”
Vegeta hates this. Compliments make him stupid. Especially ones from Kakarot. “Quit it and just tell me what to do next!”
“Okay, okay! Someone’s impatient,” Kakarot laughs lightly. “You know what comes next. Stroke it. But go slow! I wanna see you lose it.”
Vegeta obeys despite himself, dragging his hand up, thumb circling the head until warm pre-cum beads at his slit. His eyes flicker shut, but Kakarot’s voice pulls them open again.
“Look at me when you do it,” Kakarot orders softly, panting. “Eyes on me.”
Vegeta groans, meeting that infuriating smile on the screen, Kakarot’s gaze burning straight through him. He keeps pumping himself slow, pre-cum oozing in his hand, every movement sticky and vulgar. The heat of his cock pulses against his palm, getting wetter and wetter, squeezing unevenly up his length in unhurried strokes. Every sound, every squelch, every gasp feels louder, dirtier, knowing Kakarot’s watching him.
“God, you’re so hot like this,” Kakarot murmurs, worshipful and greedy. “Jerkin’ off on FaceTime just for me…”
“Shut – ngh – shut the hell up,” Vegeta grits, heady and raw, resisting the urge to thrust erratically up into his fist. But he has to take it slow, because Kakarot told him to.
“Can’t. Not when you’re making those sounds,” Kakarot laughs breaks into a needy moan that tickles Vegeta’s ears. “Fuck, Vegeta, I wish I could taste you right now. Bet you’d come right in my mouth.”
The image of Kakarot doing that, the tone in his voice, almost does make him come. Vegeta chokes on a moan, hand speeding up despite all the effort to stay slow. “S–stop –”
“Oh, man… I wish you could fuck me the way you’re fuckin’ your hand right now. Mm… I really miss your cock in me, Vegeta...” Kakarot moans, then tilts his head like he just had a genius idea. He rubs his chin, humming theatrically as a smirk splits his face. “Wait… you still got that fleshlight in your drawer, right?”
Vegeta stills.
“You do, don’t you?”
“And – and what if I do?”
“C’mon, Vegeta. Do I really gotta spell it out for you?”
This perverted clown…
Still, Vegeta yanks open the drawer and takes out the anal fleshlight like it’s just another Tuesday night. And it is.
“Fuck it and pretend it’s me. I wanna watch you fuck it, Vegeta.”
"Nnh..." Vegeta whines. He snatches a small bottle of cum-like lube from the same drawer and squeezes a thick line directly onto his cock before filling the toy with an excessive amount, until it’s overflowing with the fluid sticky goodness. He lathers himself slick with impatient, jerky movements, then lines up and pushes right in, like he just can’t wait for it. The tight entrance hugs him hard, and he’s choking the air out of his lungs.
He squeezes his eyes shut, mind spiralling straight into depraved images of Kakarot spreading his legs wide just for him. “Fuuck, Kakarot… you’re so tight…”
“Ah–ah, Vegeta. Eyes on me, remember?”
His eyes snap open, glare burning through the screen, only to be caught in by the pull of Kakarot’s idiot grin. Half-lidded, sweating, he forces himself to keep eye contact with Kakarot while his mind paints over the picture: that same stupid smile perched on Kakarot’s hot needy body, riding him fast and eager, thick thighs gripping him in place. He wants to touch those thighs, bury his hands in them, feel them crush him until he can’t breathe.
“S–squeeze me with your thighs, Kakarot,” he’s moaning, can’t get a handle on what he’s saying at all. “Crush me.”
The thoughts drag him deeper, until it’s all he can think about. Kakarot bouncing on him, chest jiggling, thighs pulverizing his hips, hair drenched in sweat and clinging to his face. Vegeta ruts hard and fast, hand squeezing the toy down over his cock, thrusts messy and wet and restless.
“Oh, jeez, this is so hot!” Kakarot whines high, unapologetic. “I’m squeezin’ you with my thighs, Vegeta. Squeezin’ your dick, your waist, your face! Fuck! When I get home I’m gonna sit on your face until ya can’t breathe! Fuck me faster – harder, Vegeta! I wanna hear ya come for me!”
The words detonate in his chest. His thrusts stutter, then he slams harder, teeth bared, moaning Kakarot’s name over and over. The images flash like wildfire – Kakarot taking him so well, squeezing him tight with his legs, plump ass clenching around him until his eyes roll back.
“Damnit, I’m gonna come!”
“Yeah – yes! Ohh, that’s it… that's it!” Kakarot’s face is all wide-eyed and flushed on the screen, every inch of him devouring the view. “Come for me, Vegeta! Show me! I wanna watch ya come inside me!”
That single command – and Vegeta’s vision whites out as the orgasm is ripped out of him. He yowls, twisting the toy like a corkscrew, grinding it this way and that, until it sucks in every inch of him. Lube and cum spill over the rim, seeping down the sides of the fleshlight as he groans bent over into the laptop’s glow, eyes glued to Kakarot’s shining, satisfied stare.
“Ohhh… K–Kakarot… fuuuck…”
When it’s over, he slumps back in the chair, chest heaving, a mix of lewd fluids pooling around the toy where he tossed it on his desk. The office is suddenly very loud – the hum of his laptop, the whirring of the A/C – and he refuses to look at the screen.
I can’t believe I did that in the office… again… for stupid fucking Kakarot.
“That was so awesome!” Kakarot says, sudden and bright. “You always look so hot when ya come on screen.”
Vegeta snaps his head up, glaring at the camera. “‘Awesome’? Shut the fuck up, Kakarot.”
Kakarot only laughs, the sound warm and gentle in the speakers, making Vegeta’s stomach twist. “I mean it, Vegeta. I love it every time I get ya like this,” Kakarot says. “It’s the best. It’s awesome.”
Vegeta haphazardly wipes himself with a crumpled tissue, then does his pants back up, uncomfortable in the leftover dampness. “Goddamn idiot,” he mutters. “You get off on humiliating me, don’t you?”
“Not humiliating,” Kakarot corrects with an easy smile. “Loving. I love seein' you all embarrassed 'n adorable.”
Heat spikes in Vegeta’s face again, and he looks away. Damn fool... saying dumb things like that... He hates how much he likes hearing that.
“Tch! What time are you landing tomorrow?” he asks gruffly, cutting the tension.
“Around noon,” Kakarot answers immediately, leaning close to the screen. “And I can’t wait. FaceTime is fun, but I’d rather have you under me.”
Vegeta swallows, hiding the way his body reacts to just the thought. “Good. About damn time.”
Kakarot’s grin softens into something fond that presses at the edges of Vegeta’s guarded heart and makes him ache in a way he’ll never admit out loud.
“Well – my flight’s in five hours, so I gotta get some sleep.” Kakarot yawns, stretching his arms high over his head. “I'm gonna have some sweet dreams thanks to you, Vegeta. Heh, heh. Love ya. See ya tomorrow.” He waves and blows a kiss, as casual as a man who just made his boyfriend cream into a tube of plastic over a video call. “Bye bye!”
“…Love you too,” Vegeta grumbles, small. “See you tomorrow...”
The call clicks off, the screen goes back to his wallpaper, and Vegeta is left in the glow of the laptop with a head full of Kakarot.
Dumb, perverted clown…
He’s already waiting for noon.