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It was nice in the mornings when they were together like this. The sun was peeking through the window of the luxurious bedroom, touching the end of the deep purple comforter ruffled around the frame with the softer lavender sheets sticking out on different ends in small folds and curves. The darker purple curtains swayed away partially from the stainless glass and wrapped up loosely in golden cords, letting in the late morning sun that started coating the room in warmth.
Foolish was propped up on one of the pillows with his arms folded behind his head, running a hand through his dark brown hair and trailing a finger along his bare golden chest brandished to the room and his legs covered by the black shorts pressed against his thighs. He let out a soft sigh, turning his head slowly towards Vegetta still nestled in the sheets beside him with pointed hair frizzled and trailing small strands over his face. His hands were tucked by his nose and covering his mouth, a soft noise coming from his nares as he slept soundly on through the sun gently weeping over his back.
A good sight in the morning. Foolish cracked a smile, rolling with a quiet creak in the bed below as he snuck in closer to the sleeping man. He didn’t try to rouse Vegetta, simply content in watching the face turn to him breathing softly in slumber and watch his relaxed features melt into the silky covers. There was a small flicker in his chest, a warm and round stone nestled into his heart that made his smile grow as he finally reached out a slow hand to trail the small curve of the other man’s cheek . My handsome man.
Vegetta let out another soft noise, one paired by a small arch in his upper back as he stretched and reached a hand up to rub his face, Foolish tucking his own back by his own face with a small chuckle. When he saw a hint of the amethyst gaze creaking open and leveling him in his sights, Foolish gave him a soft smile. “Morning, handsome.”
“Mmm…” Vegetta let out a small hum, rubbing his face briefly before reaching for Foolish’s hand previously stroking his cheeks. As their fingers interlocked, Vegetta tugged his hand close again and pressed it to his face as he gave him a sleepy smile, his voice muffled but thick as he mumbled, “Buenas días, mi amor.”
Foolish inhaled sharply at his voice, a small shudder running down his back at the few octaves that suddenly caved down from the morning wind. His heart took a moment to catch up, starting to flutter with the rasp caught in Vegetta’s words. It’s been a moment since we’ve spent a night together. I forgot about his morning voice…
“Oh,” Foolish whispered, the small notion leaving his mouth before he could stop it. He reached up to gently cover his face with a hand, his ears burning along with a warmth trailing over his cheeks as he blinked across at him. “Hi. Hi, Vegetta.”
Vegetta squinted over at him, yawning and curling his hand around to rest over Foolish’s hand still resting on his face with his eyes still clouded in sleep. He scooted a little closer to Foolish instinctively, his words still mumbled behind a deeper rasp, “Que? ¿Algo está mal, amor?”
Foolish’s ears continued to burn, charring the tips and his cheeks now heating up the hand that covered his face as he slowly lowered it. A small tremble coursed through his hands as he shook his head with another lurch in his chest, spreading more heat along his face and a throat that was much more dry than before. I forgot how deep it was. How… Raspy. How… Attractive it was.
“I…” Foolish whispered, his fingertips grazing his lips as his words sounded laced with embers, just as flushed as he was as he shook his head again with his eyes tracing Vegetta’s still peering at him. His heart stumbled with the look, trying to shake his head more rapidly now. “No, nothing’s wrong. Your voice is just…”
He trailed off, raising his hand to cover his face again with another flutter in his chest. Vegetta kept squinting in concern, however, the one hand still holding Foolish’s while his free one reached up and ran along his own throat. His voice was still soft, creaking as it slowly peetered through the croaky fog still within, “¿Mi voz? Algo está mal con mi voz?”
Even though Foolish was improving steadily with Spanish, some of the words swindling around spun his brain in a mixture of confusion and emotions aflame with the same heat from his cheeks, shaking his head as he caught the question in Vegetta’s eyes and was able to piece it together as he stammered quickly to the worried purple eyes, “No, no, it’s perfect! Nothing’s wrong with it, it’s just… Uh…”
Foolish fell silent again, everything closing over again even when Vegetta’s concern rose clearly through the sleepy clouds, shifting closer again and a loose finger idly trailing along Foolish’s side. Foolish turned away and pressed his hand to his face, laying on his back again as his eyes focused on the roof instead while he tried to settle his heart.
It’s fine, Foolish told himself, rubbing his cheeks vigorously with a choked sigh. Vegetta’s hand was still twined around his, giving him a reassuring squeeze even though he had to keep his eyes angled away. He made sure to squeeze back, his flushed chest soaking in the steam chamber it seemed to be in. It’s fine, keep it together…
The bed dipped and shifted around, a harder jolt in Foolish’s chest as he felt something nudge up against his stomach, shifting his gaze down to the chin propped up on a section of his ribs and the soft purple eyes flickering curiously. Vegetta nudged up against Foolish’s body, tilting his head so his cheek now rested against him as well.
As Foolish’s heart jumped again, Vegetta murmured softly but vigorous enough for his throat to rub along Foolish’s skin as the words rolled together smoothly, “¿Estás seguro que estás bien?”
Foolish’s throat closed over, his body lurching and making Vegetta’s head dip from the breathless hitch. Foolish did his best to give Vegetta a flustered nod, his shoulders twitching as he couldn’t help but stare at the lazy morning sun shifting over Vegetta’s face and torso showing through the ruffle of blankets nudged aside. He swallowed, the only clear thought in his head glowing through as bright as the eyes looking up at him. Beautiful. He’s beautiful.
Both of them kept their eyes on the other, Vegetta still propped up on his stomach and studying him with a curious tilt at the corner of his mouth. Foolish’s heart was still pounding, but he found himself reaching forward and cupping Vegetta’s head in his hand, slipping it under so he could hold his cheek and trace the lines in his face. As Vegetta twitched with a slight pause and arched eyes, Foolish greeted him again quietly, “Hey…”
Vegetta ogled him for a moment longer before giggling, the familiar tune humming joyously in Foolish’s ears as Vegetta snuggled in closer, inching up so he was over his diaphragm and closer to his throbbing chest as a full smile took over his face. His eyes were still sleepy, but a mischievous glint shone within as he murmured back with the lingering rasp, “Hola, mi amor.”
Foolish’s breath hitched once more, his heart pounding more and making his chest nearly ache as the purple eyes crept closer, the smile closing in. His hand in Vegetta’s squeezed tighter out of instinct, but the man responded with his own tight press and nestled further into Foolish’s chest with a content hum. Foolish’s eyes were starting to flutter along with his rapid pulse, more strain in his faint gasps as he hiccuped on the soft breaths he had, “Vegetta…”
“¿Que?” Vegetta nuzzled up more, his hand unwinding from Foolish’s to reach up and gently trace the line of his jaw, the touch sending sparks throughout his skin as he looked down at the man. Vegetta ’s smooth words were slick over Foolish’s brain as he mumbled lowly with intent and the bemused smile still on his lips, “ ¿Te pongo nervioso?”
Foolish was speechless, staring at him with eyes he knew were stretched out as his mouth gaped open to try and search for any air that could leak into his punctured lungs. Vegetta ran his fingers along Foolish’s chin and skimmed by his lips briefly, the smirk expanding along his mouth with every touch dropping more fuel for the flames underneath his skin. Foolish couldn’t help the clouds now in his mind, swamped in steam instead of the usual fluff from sleep. I don’t even- I don’t know what I should do. He’s so…
His thoughts weren’t even able to form coherently, Vegetta’s words rasped out again as he reached to touch Foolish’s cheek now. He cupped it in his fingers as he giggled again with a brighter twinkle in his eyes, “You are pink, Foolish. Estás muy rosa, mi amor.”
“I…“ Foolish’s throat caved right as he started speaking, a crack coming through and making his cheeks burst with crimson waves. His eyes fluttered rapidly again, trying to focus on Vegetta despite the film around the ends of his eyes from his throbbing heart and the building warmth over his face. “Am I? It’s so- I think it’s warm in here. Maybe a bit warm.”
Vegetta’s soft giggle came through again, Foolish’s chest lurching and swooping as the man finally came up to his chest, one of his hands running along his collarbone and his body nudged right up so their skin brushed together to create more of the heat Foolish was pressed under. He tucked his chin on Foolish’s chest now, rising and falling quickly with his heart as he mused with a happy hum and his still deep mumble, “¿Quieres estar más caliente?”
Foolish was too flustered to respond, but he wasn’t giving a choice anyways as Vegetta was suddenly perching on top of him, his body scrawled against his and the hint of his purple shorts resting over Foolish’s own as he propped up on top of him. He folded his arms over Foolish’s chest, resting his chin on them and smirking triumphantly at Foolish as he waited expectantly for his movements to register.
It all set in for Foolish a moment after it happened in the quick blur, everything now shot in Foolish’s body as he froze up with his hands pressed to the sheets and a body locked in fire. He could feel his eyes widening more beyond his skull and his heart pounding furiously to send warm waves throughout every inch of skin as he stared at Vegetta in front of him, blushes burning through his skin. “What are you-“
“¿Te gusta mi voz?” Vegetta interrupted with a soft coo, his fingers trailing along Foolish’s cheek and skimming over his chin again. The smile on his face was widening, eyes shining now as they traveled from his face onto his neck again. With another soft sway in his voice, Vegetta egged on with a soft chuckle, “My voice is nice, yes?”
“I-“ Foolish choked out again, his hands reaching down slowly to rest on Vegetta’s hips while his face only further blossomed with red sputters. Vegetta settled comfortably on him, relaxing with his touch and a small grin on his face with Foolish’s stammered babbles he couldn’t stop, “It is, I just- I-“
A soft touch on his chest stopped his words and shut down everything briefly, the kiss from soft lips planting right over his heart and in the concave between his collarbones. He let out a strangled gasp, hands pressing into Vegetta’s sides as he rasped again, “Vegetta!”
Another soft giggle from Vegetta, inching up again slightly as he clambered up further. His nose reached up to brush Foolish’s chin, his laughter humming through the room and buzzing in Foolish’s ears beside the alarms blaring beside him. His eyes were the only coolness he could find, but even then there was a small ember of desire and joy at seeing Foolish’s flustered state. “Hi, Foolish.”
“Hi,” Foolish choked out, his body shuddering more as Vegetta’s lips pressed against his collar bones directly, nestling in the small crevice above them as his face continued burning with trembling fingers resting on Vegetta’s back. Vegetta pressed a more fervent one over his chest again over his heart, his chest lurching as if it was trying to careen through to feel the kiss itself as he inhaled sharply. “What are you-“
“Bañandote en besos,” Vegetta murmured in between, leaning up to press one to Foolish’s jaw. Foolish let out another small choked noise, Vegetta not relenting as he pressed another one gently underneath onto Foolish’s neck as his words floated gently to his ears, “Bañandote en amor. Mucho amor. Siempre, siempre.”
Foolish let out another stuttering gasp as his chest exploded into sparks and flames, head tilting back while Vegetta continued softly along and his hands coming up to rest along his shoulders. One reached up to trail Vegetta’s face again, Vegetta pulling back briefly for his amethyst eyes to trace Foolish’s face again with a small knot of worry on his face. “Esto está bien, ¿Foolish?”
Please don’t ever stop looking at me or talking to me like this, Foolish’s mind bursted, but his lips were too numb to stutter anything out coherently. All he could do was wrap an arm around him, tugging him as close as he could and running one of his hands up through Vegetta’s hair as he stumbled out quickly, “Yeah, yeah. You’re good. You’re good.”
Vegetta’s eyes softened at once, Foolish’s own closing as his head rested back and let Vegetta go on as his lips gently pressed to more of his neck and chest, sneaking hints dabbled near his ears and along his jaw again as soft murmurs came from Vegetta’s lips in between, “Mi amor, mi amor. Eres muy bonita. Eres muy guapo. Muy, muy, muy.”
When was the last time I felt this loved? Before Vegetta? Did I even feel anything like this before? Foolish’s chest didn’t have room for all of the warmth flowing through his chest, his hand curling and resting on his back as he struggled to breathe with only a stuttering whisper erupting from his lips, “Vegetta…”
Vegetta pulled away when another stumbling pulse in his neck throbbed right under the man’s lips, pulling back again with a flicker in his eyes as he emphasized his next question with a murmur, “Do you want me to stop, Foolish?”
“No, no.” Foolish’s hand moved up from his back to gently hold Vegetta’s arm, his other hand still combing through his hair and resting now on the cheek next to the stunning gem-like gaze on him. His words came out in soft pleas, hushed and gentle, “Please… Please don’t.”
Vegetta’s eyes glowed immediately, nodding and leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss on Foolish’s cheek that saturated his skin and made it glow more than the brazen gold hue he already had. Foolish’s head leaned back again, eyes still fluttering as Vegetta went on without any hesitation, fingers trailing over his neck again while Vegetta decorated kisses along his cheeks and jaw now. Along the way, Vegetta murmured gently, “Mi amor. Para siempre mi amor.”
It feels so nice… Waves of affection and warmth spread through underneath Foolish’s skin, hands traveling to trace Vegetta’s spine and back as his brain clouded up, bubbles of emotion coursing through as a shaky sigh left him once again. “God.”
Vegetta let out a chuckle, the raspiness returning briefly in a low voice when he glanced up at Foolish with a soft twinkle in his eyes. “Something wrong?”
Foolish shook his head rapidly, hand lingering down to squeeze Vegetta’s hip with a hand with his vigorous movement. As Vegetta twitched with his hold with a quick flash in his eyes, Foolish was able to fumble out, “No, no. I just- I-“
His voice cut off, everything spitting and fizzing in his brain until it all combusted, finally allowing Foolish to blurt through burning cheeks, “Your morning voice is nice. It’s… Sexy.”
Vegetta paused, both of them frozen and staring at each other for a long moment before a radiant grin shone over Vegetta’s face, eyes arching as his hands came up to rub Foolish’s collarbones and whip him breathless again as the man leaned in closer with a shining twinkle in both his grin and his shining eyes. “Sexy, eh? Si?”
Foolish’s face was beyond red, everything still numbed and spinning around to fully focus on the words falling out of his mouth. All he could focus on were the eyes in front of him, a train of babbling leaving his mouth as he mumbled, “Si. Es muy un, uh… Sexy.”
Vegetta bursted out in laughter, the sun muffled now behind it as he pressed his face to Foolish’s chest unable to control it. Foolish wrapped him in his arms tightly, a sheepish grin on his face as he listened to his singing laughter flow through the muffled clouds and chime right around in his brain. Even his laugh is beautiful. One of my favorite sounds. Besides his sexy morning voice.
Vegetta was still giggling even as he lifted his head back up, covering his mouth partially with a hand but unable to press down the grin as he praised in further giggles, “ Te amo mucho, Foolish. Gracias, gracias.”
Foolish gave him a breathless grin in return, his body jolting with a few volts of shock and vibrant joy when Vegetta’s lips finally connected with his, only a brief peck but as effective as a lightning strike when Vegetta pulled away. Seeing Foolish lingering after him made him grin, shuffling forward again and perched up so his elbows propped on his chest, the grin lingering and shining with more mischevious intent.
Before Foolish could try and interrupt, however, Vegetta leaned forward and took his face into his hands with a quieter chuckle, thumbs brushing the corners of his mouth as he murmured close to his lips, “¿Quieres que te beso más?”
Foolish blinked rapidly, feeling Vegetta’s breath on his lips and letting his eyes drift close as he let out a nervous laugh, twisting around the bursting flutters in his chest as he admitted, “I… Don’t know if I fully understood that. But if you’re asking to kiss me again, then yes.”
Vegetta let out a soft laugh, nodding in confirmation, and Foolish was much too eager to reciprocate when Vegetta’s lips found his again. Vegetta’s hands came up to cup Foolish’s face, Foolish moving his own hands to Vegetta’s face to tug him in. One of his hands escaped to run along Vegetta’s back, a smile forming on his lips while they stayed connected and a content hum vibrating through onto Foolish’s lips.
As he grinned back, he pressed in and yearned for the flavor of whatever Vegetta’s morning voice was made of. He tasted grapes and honeydew, matching the feeling of sunshine and the look of gold it partnered with. He soaked it all in, propping himself up to angle himself better while his heart fired off with many different sparks fizzing and blazing in jubilee. All of it almost made him dizzy in joy, a soft thought now raising through everything with a bigger smile. He makes me feel so warm. So loved.
Both of them eventually parted for air, Vegetta’s forehead resting against Foolish and still cupping his face with soft pants. Foolish tugged him as close as he could again, eyes staying shut and cheeks burning alongside his chest as he let out a small sigh, leaning into the more sincere side of his heart as he murmured, “You’re perfect.”
He creaked his eyes open to see a bright smile on Vegetta’s face, his eyes pinched up with how big the smile was as he leaned forward to kiss Foolish’s cheeks again, the touch still burning and bubbling as Vegetta chuckled and echoed after him, “You are perfect. Muy perfecto.”
Foolish giggled softly from the light touches, giddy still from the haze of the morning while Vegetta peppered him in a few more kisses before pulling back. Both of them met the other’s eyes again, Vegetta’s smile still stretching wider than any horizon that Foolish found himself yearning to look into every evening, have beside him every night and look forward to getting closer to each day.
All of it made his head buzz and swim around, a giddy smile on his face. I don’t care about the cheesiness now. I just want him near me. I just want him to know how much I… I love him. Maybe I can’t say that yet but… I can in other ways.
So he leaned into Vegetta, their noses brushing together as Foolish did his best to ask in garbled mumbles but an earnest attempt, “¿Besos mas?”
Vegetta let out a soft laugh at his error, Foolish feeling embarrassed heat crawling up his ears as he saw the adoration in Vegetta’s eyes anyways as he cupped his cheeks more earnestly, the grin felt on Foolish’s own lips as Vegetta leaned in and responded softly, “Por supuesto, mi guapo amante. Mi guapo niño.”
Foolish’s heart flickered, the sparks still shooting off in joy as he pulled Vegetta in again, both of them resting back and letting their legs entangle in the sheets as they settled in, very clearly not moving for a while as the late morning sun basked over both of them.
But Foolish would save the rest of his breaths and let the world take the rest of his day if it meant kissing the man with the best morning voice he’d ever heard.