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The clock was definitely going slower than usual.
Foolish blinked lazily as he eyed the said item as it ticked away against the wall. Pleasant aromas filled his nose as he walked about the shop; leaves from plants tickled him as he squeezed through aisles. Eventually he found a spot, nice and high, on a shelf for the small pot he was carrying.
“There you go, little guy, plenty of sunlight~” the man smiled, satisfied with the job well done.
“Foolish!” a voice came from across the store, causing him to peek his head back out. “What’s taking you so long? I need help moving a few more plants to the greenhouse section.”
“Sorry, Tina”, he called back before slipping back out from between the shelves and making his way back toward the front of the store. He dusted off his gloves before grinning a bit. “Any other new customers today?”
The other brunette sighed, “No, it’s one of those days.” She rolled her eyes; both of them knew it meant they’d probably get an earful about it from their boss. “But it’s fine, we don’t get many people in here during the weekdays anyways-”
A ringtone suddenly went off; a woman with an angelic-like voice began to sing her heart out. Foolish watched as Tina fumbled for her phone before quickly answering, “H-Hello! Oh--right, yes, a hunh…”
Foolish could tell it was the boss as she moved away from him to answer the call in the office. He stared on for a moment longer, then glanced back toward the two large plant pots that still needed to be moved. A hum came from his mouth, repeating the ringtone while he easily lifted one of the heavy pots and headed back into the greenhouse.
The tall man exhaled as he placed down his first pot, just as he heard the front of the store ring. He blinked before heading back toward the front of the shop, a smile on his face. Another customer today? One of the few, at least.
“Good afternoon, how can I help you…” Foolish trailed off as he stared at the stranger, a bit stunned. He was a bit shorter… but incredibly good-looking. Sharp eyes stared back from behind a pair of shades, and slicked-back black hair flowed behind him. There was a feel of confidence that came from him, probably because of how he dressed in such a stylish and clean suit.
Foolish swallowed nervously as the man moved closer while also looking around curiously before turning his attention to the employee and speaking, “Evening, I’m looking to purchase a bouquet of roses again.” The mysterious customer spoke in a smooth, casual voice.
Again? Has he been here before?
Foolish felt he would have noticed that, but he didn’t ask for confirmation. “Right, uh… we, um, have a variety of roses, different colors, with different meanings. Anything in particular you’d like…?”
“Do you have purple roses?” The man tilted his head, but Foolish couldn’t help but sweat slightly at the question.
“We have a few; they’re not naturally purple, though. They’re from our dyed collection… If you’re alright with that?” Foolish also wanted to add how expensive they were, but surely that would be something for the customer to decide on.
“Then I’ll take three dozen, please.”
“Yes, of course…” Foolish blinked at that. Wait, but that was their entire stock…
The employee gave a flustered smile, wondering for a moment if the other meant that, but he simply got a smile back. Oh, he was serious. Foolish coughed into his fist, then moved to get to work. Usually this part was left up to Tina, but he knew how to do it too, prepping the roses and wrapping them for a bouquet.
As he worked his magic, he could feel eyes on him… going down his back. Maybe he was imagining things. He peeked back a little, only to stare at the customer… but he couldn’t tell if their eyes locked due to him wearing shades. Foolish quickly looked away, going back to work while feeling embarrassment burn under his skin. Yeah, he really was just imagining it.
Once the roses were wrapped and tied with a matching purple bow, he brought the bouquet back to the other man with a smile on his face again. “Here you are, all done. That will be three hundred and forty…”
The other man stared, his brows going up in surprise, as if he didn’t expect the price to be so high… or maybe so low? There was a flash of silver before a fancy-looking card, that practically beamed in his face, was placed down on the counter. It sparkled as he picked it up and used it for the payment-- okay, maybe he was definitely surprised by how low the price was!
“Here’s your receipt, sir.”
Foolish nervously watched as the other man moved to pull out a pen and scribble something on the back of the receipt, then left it at the counter. “It’s fine, you keep it,” he grinned before turning to leave with the bouquet.
A sigh of relief left Foolish’s mouth after the door rang again, and the fancy-looking man finally left--- only for a gasp to sharply fill his ears.
“Was that Mr. De Luque? In person! What did he say?!”
Foolish looked at his coworker in confusion, raising a brow. “What… who is what?”
“Mr. De Luque.” Tina made a face as she tucked her phone away to cross her arms. “He’s one of our biggest customers. But he rarely comes here in person; usually it’s his manager who orders flowers for him.”
“Manager…?” Foolish tilted his head before glancing at the receipt that was left to him. He lifted it up, seeing a line of numbers left on it. “...”
“What’s that?”
“N-Nothing!” Foolish suddenly stuffed the paper into his apron and sighed again. “Listen, I’ve never heard of this De Luque guy… but… admittedly that guy was pretty handsome…” he could feel his face light up slightly. He had no problem saying that at least…
Tina smirked, “Well… don’t get too hung up over him, he’s a famous actor you know… he’s probably already married… or at least dating someone… Maybe he came here today to buy those flowers for a lucky person?” she nudged Foolish’s shoulder playfully before moving away again, “Anyways, don’t forget to get that last pot to the greenhouse.”
“I won’t… What did the boss say?”
“Boss….oh… right… just that we can close early since not many people are dropping by… but I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t do that already.” She laughed a little. “Let’s finish up and head home.”
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The next few days felt like a blur, Foolish’s mind was filled with distractions. Now and then he’d pull the receipt paper from his wallet and stare at the number on the back. It was definitely a phone number… but for what? And why?
As he walked through his home, fixing his shirt, his eyes glanced to a mirror nearby before tilting his head a little to get a better look. What did that guy find so interesting about him… enough to leave a number at that? He wasn’t really sure. Foolish squinted his eyes a bit, his hand moving to smooth through his hair before he puffed out his chest. Well… he was good-looking… but nowhere near the level of that man…
The young man deflated before foregoing a jacket, deciding it was too hot for one. First, a quick trip to the convenience store, then when he got back he’d bunker in for the night and watch a drama show. His usual day off routine.
The brunette’s eyes glanced to the sky, noting the darker clouds while his mind wondered. Now that he thought about it again, that man… he was very handsome. Definitely his type.
“Hmm…it’s too bad… I didn’t get to talk to him more…” Foolish clicked his tongue against his sharp teeth, still glancing up at the darkening sky. A drop suddenly fell between his eyes, then another hit his cheek, before more drops…
He blinked out of his stupor, running toward the closest shelter he could find outside, a bus stop. His nose scrunched a bit at the smell of a burning cigarette that cut through the humidity like a knife. But he’d rather deal with it than get any more soaked than he was now. He didn’t look toward the owner; instead, he simply stayed quiet and sighed. So much for his plans.
“Forgot your umbrella?” It took a moment for Foolish to register the question… Wait… hadn’t he heard that voice recently? His body turned only to see the same man who had come to their flower shop a few days earlier.
“M-Mr. De Luque!” he blurted out the other man’s name without thinking. Then again… this man had been on his mind since their encounter.
The shorter man stared back, his shades nowhere to be seen, giving way to sharp, glittering violet eyes. “Please, just call me Vegetta.” he chuckled. He was wearing a suit as usual; it seemed just as fancy as the previous one, but it looked like he had also gotten caught in the rain.
“Right…uh…. Mr. Vegetta.”
“Just Vegetta.”
“Right…” Foolish could feel his face burning with embarrassment before looking away slightly. There was an awkward moment of quiet between them, and just the sound of rain spilling from the sky. The pattering noises hit the roof of the bus stop while Vegetta blew out more smoke from his cigarette.
“And I assume you go by Foolish?” The shorter man broke the silence first.
“Uh… yes…. But how did you know that?” He raised a brow.
A chuckle came before Vegetta could answer properly. “It was on your name tag when we first met.”
Emerald green eyes widened in surprise before the young man fretted, “Right, that… that is true.” he laughed nervously. “Sorry, I guess I’m not thinking too straight right now…”
More silence. Another puff of smoke.
Vegetta moved closer, causing Foolish to face him a bit more. “By the way…why didn’t you call…?” A grin settled on the older man’s lips as he waited for an answer.
Foolish could feel his stomach churn a bit; he hadn’t expected the question, let alone that he never thought they’d run into one another like this. A beating feeling pulsed in his chest… it was his heart; it felt loud… and painfully obvious between the two. Could he hear it too?
“I….uh…” fumbling for an answer at first, he shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to offend you or anything! Or uh… stand you up… I was just confused, is all…”
“Confused?” Vegetta’s eyes focused on him carefully. “Confused about… me leaving my number for you?” he smiled again.
“Yeah… I wasn’t sure if you were leaving it for a customer complaint… or because… you were interested in me…” Foolish’s heart thumped in his chest as he felt it hard to swallow for a moment. Way to show you’re full of yourself.
A laugh came from Vegetta’s throat, growing more fondly by the second. “Why would I leave a complaint~” There was a slight tear in his eye. “I left it because I was interested in you. Of course you’re not obligated to call me back… I was just curious.”
Foolish stared back, enamored for a moment before smiling back. “Oh… I guess I misunderstood a bit.” he shifted his footing a bit as he chuckled lightly. “I guess I was surprised someone like you was interested in me… especially after finding out who you were.”
“Oh, did you finally recognize me?” Vegetta smirked, amused.
“No…that’s not it… my co-worker told me after you left… so I looked into it. And while I was at the store, I actually saw magazines with your face on them!” Foolish spoke a bit excitedly, “I guess that explains all the fancy suits.”
Vegetta drew in more of his cigarette before blowing it away from Foolish’s direction. “Ever watch The Last Elf? I think that’s my biggest movie to this day…”
“Nope!” the younger man smiled blankly before causing Vegetta to laugh again.
“How about we--” before Vegetta could finish, glimmering beams of light caught both of their attention as a car pulled up near them.
“Seems my ride is here…” Vegetta muttered before moving away from Foolish and going to put his cigarette out. He took a few steps toward the car before glancing back and facing the brunette again. “... I must apologize for being too blunt before… How about I invite you over for dinner tonight. That way you can get out of this rain?”
Foolish teetered on his legs a bit; he wasn’t sure about the invitation at first before glancing back out at the rain. It was practically pouring now… and he didn’t feel like risking a cold. Dinner also sounded nice…
“... Sure, I’d actually love that.” he smiled brightly, which earned him a smile back from Vegetta. The older man opened the door for him to enter first, as they braced against the rain together. Inside, the interior looked… too expensive; it almost made Foolish feel guilty for stepping in with his shoes.
“Take us to my hotel,” Vegetta instructed the driver while Foolish sat back and watched. It felt as if Vegetta’s tone had changed to something more professional; it was odd but intriguing. Purple eyes glanced back, locking with green. Vegetta smirked, finding Foolish’s staring to be endearing. “Do you see something you like?”
“Hunh?” Foolish blinked before giving a nervous smile. “Oh…uh…hmm…” shyness began to encroach on his cheeks, reddening his face. Not wanting to seem too awkward, the taller man gave a smirk of his own after a moment. “Maybe…not sure yet.”
Vegetta’s brows went up slightly before he tilted his head for a moment, then another laugh came from his direction. At least he softened the mood a bit more between them… It was kind of nice.
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Foolish swallowed nervously as he stared up at the tall building before him. Was this place really a hotel or just a castle? His mind was taking a moment to try to wrap around it; on the other hand, Vegetta was already heading toward the entrance, notably going at a slower pace so the other man could catch up. The bright lights inside greeted them, pristine and clean; it was obvious how expensive it was to even stay a night.
The florist fidgeted his fingers behind his back nervously while being led around by the older man, the two of them eventually stepping into a private elevator.
Vegetta smiled a bit. “We’re on the suite floor,” he explained while glancing at Foolish, “It’s not much, but I hope you enjoy the view.”
Foolish felt his face glow a slight red before nodding and stepping out of what suddenly felt like a cramped room, once the doors opened to their floor. There was only one other door in the hall before Vegetta made his way over to it with a confident stride, key card in hand.
Once the door beeped open, the two stepped into darkness. For a few moments, Foolish swore that Vegetta was returning his stare, but then the lights flickered on with movement. The black-haired man was already removing his coat, revealing a black turtleneck underneath while giving Foolish an amused expression. “Let’s get you into something drier?”
It was only then that Foolish suddenly remembered how drenched he had been from the rain, and how he had opted out of wearing a jacket. “Oh, you don’t need to…” Embarrassment burned under his skin a bit; he felt guilty imposing enough as he was.
“Nonsense, we’re supposed to be enjoying dinner together…. We can’t do that if you’re still soaking wet,” Vegetta insisted before heading toward a hallway. “You stay there; I’ll be right back.”
Foolish remained where he was, his eyes lingering on the furniture, then his eyes caught sight of a fluffy white cat. It casually stared at him, then sauntered off. “Oh… he’s a cat person.”
“What was that?” Vegetta’s voice returned, while he carried a new set of clothing and some other items. “Oh…have you met Vicente?” he chuckled. “He’s shy around new people,” the actor explained while approaching Foolish again. “I’ve got you a change of clothes, and some items you can use to shower while I get everything else prepared. So, take as much time as you need.”
Such hospitality.
“T-Thanks…I shouldn’t take too long,” he tried to reassure his host while letting the other guide him to the bathroom. He gave Vegetta a grateful nod, then closed the door behind himself. It was only then that he pressed his back to the door and slid down to the ground a little. The taller man exhaled, feeling his heart thumping in his chest.
“Foolish Brown, what the hell are you doing?” Here he was, stuck in a bathroom of an expensive hotel suite, expected to shower, then go down and have dinner with a really famous hot actor, while wearing said person’s clothes. He was actually feeling real panic now. He wasn’t against any of this; if anything, it felt too good to be true.
To him, Vegetta was attractive, and from what he’d seen so far of the other, he was very interested in him. He’d be lying if he wasn’t interested back. But in his head he was having a moral battle, as if two types of things were being whispered into his ears.
He stared at the clothing Vegetta gave him before lifting it up slightly to his face, then pressing it closer to take a sniff. It smelled of lavender…
His eyes widened before he pulled the clothing away, his moment of weakness getting the better of him. The florist shook his head before slapping his cheeks a bit to snap himself back to his senses. He’ll take a shower, have a nice dinner, then head home once the storm lets up. Yup. That’s the plan.
With new determination, the brunette finally got to his feet again before stripping to head into the shower. Washing off any grime he accumulated that day before drying off, he felt refreshed and ready to face his date again.
Stepping into the hall again, Foolish only now noticed how it was darker than before; his green eyes glanced around before noticing a light. He slowly moved to walk toward the flickering warmth before noticing a single candle sitting in the middle of a table. To the right of the table was a beautiful view of the night city below; traffic moved along like a trail of glowing ants while other buildings glowed along the skyline. Rain glittered against the glass, almost making the scenery look like a mosaic painting. It made Foolish wonder what the few were like on a clearer night.
“Do you like it?” Vegetta’s voice came as he walked into the room as well, from a different direction; he seemed to have freshened up as well. “You were taking so long; I was starting to get a bit worried I scared you away.”
“Oh… no, not at all.” Foolish smiled a bit before looking back to the wide window pane. “Do you, uh… live here locally?” he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Yes, actually, I just travel around a lot because of my job, so staying in places like this isn’t uncommon for me,” Vegetta replied casually before pulling out Foolish’s seat for him. Not wanting to be rude, Foolish obliged, his stomach flipping with nervousness again as he sat.
His plate was carefully uncovered, revealing nothing short of a five-star meal. “I wasn’t sure what you’d enjoy, so I ordered a bit of everything along with some champagne.” Vegetta smiled. “I hope this isn’t too much…”
“N-No! It’s alright…This is just not something I’m used to.” Foolish quickly blurted out before looking back at his plate. A lobster tail pasta decorated with beautiful garnishes and truffle sauce; it was making Foolish want to drool a bit. Everything made at this place must cost an arm and a leg.
Vegetta then poured them both some champagne before sitting down on his end of the table. “Now it’s your turn. Do you live locally, or do you commute here?” he asked curiously.
“Oh, I’m also local… when we ran into one another, I was actually just taking a step out of my place for a bit. But I probably should have taken a look at the weather first…”
“It’s not all that bad.” Vegetta chuckled a little. “That storm made us cross paths again.”
Foolish moved to take a bite or two of the pasta before nodding. That is true…. “What were you doing out there anyways?” the younger man took a sip of his champagne.
“I was visiting my daughter’s piano teacher.”
Foolish’s eyes widened for a moment as he held back a cough. He carefully finished his first glass, then looked to Vegetta with a nervous smile. “You have a daughter?”
Vegetta gave an amused expression. “Yes, she’s six years old soon, and goes to a private school not far from here,” the older man began to sparkle about the subject, showing genuine fondness in the discussion. “Actually, the flowers I ordered the other day from your shop were for her. She had a recital, and I wanted to surprise her with some flowers of her favorite color. My manager told me that your shop usually has those types of things, so I went in person.”
Foolish couldn’t help but feel himself growing more interested, finding it admirable that a father was so dedicated to making his daughter feel so special. “I’m glad you found the perfect fit for her.”
“Well, it was thanks to you,” he smiled a little. “Now I feel a bit greedy for asking more of you,” he sighed.
Foolish stopped midway through another glass of champagne. “....Greedy?”
“Yes… because now we’re here.” Vegetta tilted his head a little from across the table. “I ended up meeting a beautiful man while going out to buy flowers… and I couldn’t help but want to get to know him more over dinner.”
The brunette felt his face burn slightly before finishing his second glass and returning to his dish. “I think you’re… beautiful too… like… really handsome.” Foolish’s fork moved to swirl at the pasta a bit. “From the moment I saw you actually…I thought you were a piece of art come to life,” he admitted. “But… I’m sure you get that a lot-”
Foolish glanced up from his plate only to see Vegetta locking eyes with him; the other man seemed a bit… starstruck from the simple compliment. The florist’s face became even redder at the prolonged eye contact before he quickly glanced back down, words trying their best to escape his throat again. “Uh…um, by the way, I looked into some movies you featured in… maybe we could watch them together at some point.”
“...Is that a second date then?” Vegetta smirked a little.
“...Yeah.” Foolish smirked back before picking up his glass for just a little more champagne.
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“The rain has let up a bit… Would you like for me to call you a taxi?” Vegetta’s smooth, low voice reached Foolish’s ears as he stared out the windowpane again. His green eyes sparkled with something as his gaze returned to his date, a playful smile on his lips.
“Oh, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” he laughed back while the older man moved to approach him.
“No… It’s just maybe we’ve both had a little too much for the night… as enjoyable as it was.” Vegetta’s hand reached up to Foolish's, brushing their fingers together while gently taking the empty glass from the other.
Foolish studied him, his lips parting slightly as he lost his words for a moment, before his own hand moved to Vegetta’s other hand, linking their fingers together. “... I like it here… It’s hard not to get over the view,” he whispered.
“....The view of the city… or me?” Vegetta asked boldly while tilting his head, his interest piqued as his purple hues looked the florist over.
“Am I allowed to say both… or is that unfair to you?”
Vegetta chuckled only to feel something brush against his lips a second later. A chaste touch from Foolish’s own lips as he leaned down toward the other. The older man’s gaze looked on quietly, peeking out from under his beautiful lashes. “You’re drunk…”
“So are you…”
“You don’t want to make a mistake you’ll regret.”
“I don’t think this is a mistake…”
At the reply, Foolish gave Vegetta a genuine look, one of longing, while the shorter man reached up, cupping his face gently. His thumbs touched against Foolish’s cheeks, then his lips before pulling him down into a full kiss.
They could taste the champagne on each other’s lips; it was sweet and inviting, a sparking sensation that was luring them in for more. Vegetta parted away first, to give Foolish a moment to catch himself, before moving in again with another kiss, this time pushing a bit further. Foolish could feel the other’s tongue press to his lips, asking for permission to enter, so the florist eagerly did so. Vegetta’s tongue slipped into his mouth, mapping it out and tangling with his own, as if sucking the air from his lungs and leaving him wanting more.
“Mmm…” a quiet moan escaped Foolish while his back was pressed to the window. He was by no means inexperienced, but he’d never felt someone so quickly sweep him up in such a wave of pleasure.
Vegetta pulled away again, leaving a strand of saliva connecting their mouths while they stared into each other’s eyes, breathless and craving to continue. “Are you alright?” the actor asked cautiously.
“Yeah…keep going…”
“Then we’ll have to get these clothes off,” Vegetta murmured as his hands already moved to do just that. He leaned away, slipping the sweater off over his head and revealing his chiseled body. The sight made Foolish swallow nervously; it was like the man had been created by a Greek god. “Do you see something you like?” It was the same question Vegetta had asked before. This time, however, Foolish was quick to nod his head, which gave the older man a satisfied expression.
Foolish moved to take Vegetta’s hand after the other offered it out to him, leading him over to the couch near the window. The florist sat down, looking up at Vegetta as he leaned over him, helping to discard any more clothing between them.
With each button undone, Foolish could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Eventually he lay bare under the other, their body heat reaching out as Vegetta moved closer. The older man gave a gentle smile. “Can I kiss you again?”
Foolish nodded slowly, meeting the other halfway and continuing their actions from before. The raven-haired man moved to kiss at Foolish’s lips, then his neck, before moving lower. Butterfly pecks were dotted along the florist’s body, down to his chest and abdomen, before comfortably nestling between Foolish’s legs.
“W-Wait…” Foolish’s hand made its way to Vegetta’s hair nervously, his emerald green eyes peeking down in the candlelit room. “Are you really okay… with doing this?” A nervous exhale escaped him.
Vegetta simply leaned into Foolish’s hand before whispering, “Of course…” With that, the raven-haired man leaned down, his tongue slicking over sun-kissed tanned skin.
“Mngh--” Foolish felt his body twitch with the new sensation, while his back moved to press into the couch more. Vegetta guided the trail of saliva up the younger man’s shaft before sucking on the tip gently. His fingers moved to stroke anything that didn’t reach into his mouth, while he slowly descended down on the organ, “Ah…ha~”
Foolish’s fingers dug into the couch as his lower body began to practically melt. He could feel every movement of the inside of Vegetta’s mouth, from the velvet wet walls sucking around him, to the other’s tongue slicking against his veins. It felt as if he was drowning; his mind could not keep up for a moment, that was until the actor finally slipped him from his lips.
The wet warmth began to go lower while Vegetta’s hands moved to grip his hips, pulling him down against the couch. As if his mind began to snap back, Foolish felt himself panic for a moment. “W-Wait… not there---ahh! Nghh--”
Vegetta’s tongue began to slick against his lower entrance, neatly going between the younger man’s two globes of flesh. Embarrassment burned at Foolish’s face, he had been drinking and was covered in sweat, surely there was nothing there were other things they could do instead-- Any self-thought suddenly was lost as he could feel wet heat dip inside of his body, squirming delicately, as if savoring a piece of dessert, “Holy shit-- ha…ahh~” Foolish’s head moved back while pants escaped his throat.
Unperturbed, Vegetta continued his dance, rimming his tongue over Foolish’s puckering hole while admiring the mole on the other’s bottom. It was quite cute. His hand moved to reach for the small table drawer next to them, plucking out two items, things that Foolish didn’t notice.
Once Vegetta pulled away again, Foolish glanced down with a dazed look, only to feel something slightly cold dribble between his ass. “Ehhk!” he jumped slightly, but stilled when one of Vegetta’s free hands gripped his hips.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to surprise you… but it’ll warm up in a moment.” Vegetta whispered the apology while still focused on the other before him.
“Warm up…?” Foolish repeated the words, his mind still swirling before feeling an intrusion beginning to push inside of him. “Mngh….fuck…” A gasp escaped his lips while his hands dug into the couch for balance. He wanted to close his legs on instinct, but didn’t want to ruin the moment between the two of them.
The florist breathed in, then out, feeling his body try to relax as Vegetta pushed one of his fingers inside with ease. A shiver ran up his spine, while the digit slipped in further than Vegetta’s tongue had before. It was a strange sensation, not something Foolish was new to, but definitely not something he’d done in a while. He gave a shaky exhale before small whines escaped his mouth, catching the actor’s attention.
“Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” he asked with the most sincerity Foolish has ever heard.
“N-No… keep going, I’ll be okay…” he just wanted it to feel good as quickly as possible.
Vegetta eyed him cautiously before pushing his finger around inside his body, as if searching for something. The movement caught Foolish off guard, causing another string of whines to escape him. Despite the lube, everything still felt too hot, too much for him to handle-- then suddenly it happened. The older man’s finger pressed against the hidden bundle of nerves inside of his tight walls, causing Foolish’s hips to jostle upward.
“Ahh~!” he could see stars as Vegetta continued to press against his sweet spot while slipping in a second finger. “Right there--haa~ right there---”
A low purr of amusement escaped his partner while his fingers pumped in and out of Foolish’s body, the sound of slick burning the younger man’s ears. “You’re so wet down here…” Vegetta’s other hand moved to wrap back around Foolish’s member, holding the heated flesh and jerking it to follow the same rhythm as his fingers.
“W-Wait… I might~nghhh--” Foolish gasped, his head leaning into the couch again, while his eyes closed with slight tears. He could feel himself getting close; it felt so amazing… but just when he felt his mind teetering on the edge, Vegetta’s hands left him. The cold air made him blink out of his pleasurable stupor to gaze back up.
Emerald eyes watched as Vegetta tore open a condom with his teeth before tossing the wrapper aside. The younger man swallowed nervously, staring at the actor’s size, while slipping on the protection. He couldn’t look away while more lube was dribbled onto Vegetta’s hand, their eyes locking with one another in the dimmed room.
Foolish blinked slowly before parting his legs a bit more. “... I like what I see...” he muttered quietly.
“....Me too…” Vegetta smirked back, then moved to get back to his previous position, pressing between Foolish’s long, beautiful legs.
The two moved their upper bodies closer, meeting halfway, and connecting to one another with kisses. They were slow, passionate exchanges, deepened as an act of distraction while Vegetta began to press his member into Foolish’s entrance.
“Annghm--” Foolish’s mouth opened as he gasped into Vegetta’s, but the older man was quick to chase his lips, wanting him to focus on him. Foolish could feel his vision blur as Vegetta kept moving his hips forward until the man was fully sheathed inside of his body. He fit so perfectly, it made his insides shudder.
Vegetta parted their lips before pecking kisses along Foolish’s face and neck. “Breathe for a moment, relax…” the older man instructed. Foolish panted softly, looking over at the other, his body twitching while his legs moved to lock around Vegetta for stability.
After a moment, the actor began to shift again, moving his lower body to slowly pull out, then press back inside, brushing against that sweet spot buried inside of Foolish.
“Nghh--!!” Foolish’s toes began to curl as Vegetta repeated the action, falling into a perfect pace that caused the couch to creak beneath them both. “Ahh ahh…haa~mnnhh~♡”
Vegetta closed his eyes for a moment, kissing along Foolish’s chin, then suckling at his neck, while the other clung to him desperately. His cock slammed inside the other as deep as it could, accelerating the climbing heat between their bodies.
It was too hot.
Pleasurable moans escaped Foolish’s throat as he leaned his neck back into the couch cushions, his hips lifting to encourage Vegetta more. It was as if he was on a different plane of ecstasy, carrying him along like a wave… But that was quickly interrupted by Vegetta suddenly becoming slow.
A whine escaped him while the younger man peeked back at Vegetta to see what the problem was. Before he could ask anything, he suddenly felt his body being hoisted up. “Ah--!!? W-Wait, Vegetta, what are you doing?”
“Trust me for a moment and just hold onto me,” the older man reassured.
Not wanting to fall, Foolish kept his legs locked around Vegetta, his mind racing as he still felt the other inside of him. The actor began to carry him along, going toward the window pane, causing Foolish to blink in confusion. “Vegetta…?”
Foolish suddenly felt his back being pressed against the cold glass, sending a shocking sensation up his spine. He writhed, but could not give a better response as Vegetta began to thrust into him again. “Fuck--fuck ahh---”
It felt so strange; Foolish could feel his skin cooling from the window, yet his insides felt like they were melting, a burning sensation crawling throughout his body. It felt… so good… His eyes rolled slightly, unable to help himself as he began to twitch and tighten around Vegetta’s cock.
“Ughnngh… I think… Ahh-- I think… I’m gonna-” his eyes glazed over with pleasure while his fingers dug and scratched into Vegetta’s bare back.
“It’s okay… ha…” Vegetta’s voice panted near his ear before a particularly deep thrust made Foolish gasp sharply. He was so deep, their new position pushing their bodies closer. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold on.
The window glass was steaming up from their actions, while the room was filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping in contact with one another. Each movement was stronger than the last. Closer… and closer, it was starting to burn right beneath the surface of their skin.
Foolish closed his eyes, bracing himself as his lower body writhed and squirmed. “I’m cumming---haa… I’m cumming-- ahh ahh~!! ♡” his member twitched before suddenly spilling between their bodies, and dripping onto the ground. His body shook, while his insides began to squeeze around Vegetta’s cock, encouraging the other to follow suit.
The older man grunted, letting out a low growl of concentration, while his hips harshly slammed a few more times. His cock pulsed inside of the other, then suddenly spilled his seed as deep as he could, riding out his high with a few more thrusts.
Foolish’s eyes fluttered, his body still sensitive from his orgasm while moans filled the room. Eventually, they began to die down, and the two were left in a panting mess, a tangle of flesh embracing one another.
Vegetta leaned in again to press their lips together a few more times, the two kissing sloppily. “Did I haa…. wear you out already?” the older man questioned with a grin.
Foolish blinked slowly, his eyes still glittering, but after a movement he moved to kiss at Vegetta’s face, his arms still hooked around the other as he was being held. “...Do you…ha… have more condoms…”
Vegetta’s eyes narrowed, gazing at the other from under his long lashes. “...Plenty…”
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“Helloooo, Earth to Foolish!”
Foolish blinked as Tina waved her hand in front of his face, finally getting his attention. “Hunh, yeah?” he gave a nervous smile, realizing he had been caught slacking.
“Are you alright? You’ve been out of it all day.” The little brunette placed her hands on her hips before pouting with annoyance. “We have orders that need to be prepped for pickup today, ya know.”
“Right… right.” Foolish rubbed the back of his neck before moving away from the plants he had been overwatering, unfortunately, with the hose.
“The boss says we need to make sure any special orders are at least ready by the afternoon.” Tina reminded him as she moved to follow him toward the front of the store, “Also, we might get a new hire eventually, so cross your fingers for that~”
Foolish nodded along, his mind elsewhere; he was still thinking about a particular famous actor. In fact, he was the only real thing on Foolish’s mind the last few days. They ended up exchanging numbers properly once Foolish had come two the next morning.
How embarrassing. He didn’t realize they were going to get carried away so easily, but he didn’t exactly regret it either. It has been the best sex he’s ever had in his life, that’s for sure, but he wouldn’t openly admit that. It’s definitely too much. But he would love to experience it again--
The door suddenly jingled before a figure stepped inside. Foolish’s head shot up immediately as he and Tina greeted the customer in unison, “Welcome!”
Foolish stared in surprise, locking eyes with said customer… It was Vegetta. This time he wasn’t wearing shades, yet in his hands was someone else. A child with long black and purple hair, similar to Vegetta’s.
Vegetta smiled before letting the little girl down. “You can pick as many flowers as you want.” his voice was gentle and warm as he patted her on the head.
Her eyes sparkled before she moved to walk up to Foolish. He smiled back before she pointed at him. “You’re tall!” she gasped. The florist laughed a bit, then watched her walk on to greet Tina instead. “And you’re really pretty…”
Tina’s eyes watered slightly as she covered her own mouth, unable to handle the child’s cuteness. “Oh my goodness, you’re adorable~ Do you want to look for some flowers together?” she offered, which made the little girl grin and nod her head eagerly.
Foolish watched on quietly while Tina began to show the little girl to a nearby flower stand, only to turn back around in time to Vegetta’s hand linking with his own. His face began to burn shyly as he stared at the father, while he returned an entertained expression, confidence sparkling in his eyes before he spoke.
“Her name is Leonarda. I promised to bring her here after she told me how much she loved the flowers from before.” Vegetta explained, “I also wanted her to meet my new boyfriend.”
Foolish smiled at that. “She’s very lovely--” he blinked. “Wait… boyfriend…”
“Of course.” Vegetta nodded before glancing ahead and watching Leo with Tina. “But I suppose I should ask you first…” he trailed off, glancing back to Foolish. “Would you be my boyfriend?”
Foolish could feel his face burning shyly for a moment, but then his hand held onto Vegetta’s just a bit more. “... Yeah…I’d like that,” he whispered back. Vegetta then lifted their hands before kissing the back of Foolish’s hand gently, causing the younger man’s heart to thump in his chest. He could feel something blossom between them… something lovely.