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When Yamcha told Raditz that he felt more like a wolf than a human, Raditz had been extremely concerned. So concerned, in fact, that he went to his boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend and asked what Yamcha meant.
“Oh, it’s this thing he does. He’s all human, trust me, but he likes to pretend that he’s a dog or something. It’s weird, I never liked it,” Bulma had said, and Raditz had left her mansion feeling more confused than when he’d arrived.
Yamcha had been furious when Raditz told him about his chat with Bulma.
“Seriously? If you don’t understand something, ask me, not my ex! She never understood me!” Yamcha had shouted, pacing back and forth across what he called “the living room.” Raditz now understood that there was not a “dying room,” which seemed silly. Why have one but not the other?
But earthling idiosyncrasies weren’t important right then.
“I’m sorry,” Raditz had said. “Please tell me what you mean?”
Yamcha had sat on his knees in front of Raditz, who joined him on the floor.
“I was abandoned as a kid,” Yamcha began. “I grew up alone in the desert, and I always felt more like the desert animals than the humans. It just- it just feels right to think of myself as a wolf. Wolves make sense! They have their pack, the parents take care of their pups, and everyone knows where they stand!”
As Yamcha continued, Raditz realized that he understood. He’d always appreciated the rigidity of military life. On earth, anyone you met could be a peon or a lord.
“I should have asked you,” was all Raditz said, but Yamcha had crawled into his lap and pressed his face into Raditz’s chest, stroked Raditz’s tail.
“Thank you.”
—
Yamcha had slowly relaxed about his… what was the human word? Right, the word was fetish, but Yamcha didn’t like that word. He’d relaxed about his wolf side slowly, from letting it out only when he was basically drooling from overstimulation, to casually nipping Raditz’s bicep in public, to wearing a collar.
Raditz had been balls-deep in Yamcha, panting and pulling on his hair, when Yamcha had howled for the first time. Raditz had never been so turned on, and he’d howled along with his mate. Saiyans were basically wild animals, and Yamcha’s wolf tendencies spoke deeply to Raditz’s own instincts. Another time, he’d called Yamcha a “good pup” while he pressed his fingers into the younger man, and Yamcha had climaxed just from that.
It had been Raditz who suggested the collar. He’d done some reading, and it seemed that wolves who had been tamed wore collars and walked on leashes. Also, he’d seen pictures of humans wearing collars, and he thought Yamcha would look hot as fuck. There had been an awkward conversation with a pet store clerk about what kind of dog he wanted the collar for, but it had been so worth it. He’d considered getting a big, intimidating thing meant for attack dogs, covered with spikes, or perhaps one of the utilitarian nylon ones, but he’d gone with simple brown leather in the end. No bells and whistles, just a buckle and a ring for a leash, and Yamcha loved it. The only time the wolf-man removed it was to shower and to clean the collar itself with a special oil. He took more care with maintaining the thin strap of leather than Raditz had ever taken with his armor.
—
Raditz had seen a lot of earth fashions that he thought were better than the standard garments. He still hadn’t found a shirt that could contain his arms and chest without looking like a tent around his waist, so he mostly wore shirts that just covered his chest and left his stomach bare, or tight, sleeveless shirts called “tank tops” with bulky jackets when it was cold. And pants? Raditz hated pants. There was a much better garment, called a skirt, but Yamcha had firmly told Raditz that skirts were for girls, and that, as a man, Raditz could not wear skirts. Yes, even though he didn’t have to cut a hole for his tail. Then Raditz had discovered something called a “kilt,” which was a type of skirt that men wore, and now Yamcha had to bribe Raditz to wear pants of any kind. Keeping his tail from curling up in excitement and displaying his entire ass was easy, after years of wearing it around his waist to fight. Raditz smirked, thinking about the “bribes” Yamcha had offered in the past. For instance, when they went to the flamboyant earthling ceremony celebrating Vegeta’s union with Bulma, both Vegeta and Bulma had threatened him with death (Vegeta) and dismemberment (Bulma) if he didn’t wear a formal suit with pants and a jacket, but it had been Yamcha’s promise of “the best blowjob of his life” that did the trick. And it had been.
…
“Humans wear such weird things,” Raditz had grumbled, and Yamcha had laughed. Raditz glared at him. “Come on, don’t tell me this is comfortable!”
The pants had a place for his tail, but the fabric was bulky and restricting, especially after an earth year of wearing kilts and spandex.
“You look great, babe,” Yamcha had said, straightening the stiff fabric around Raditz’s neck before looping the “tie” into place. “And no one thinks this shit is comfortable, that’s why it’s required. No one would dress like this otherwise.”
“Ugh, earth fashion is ridiculous,” Raditz had complained, launching into a familiar argument. “In the PTO, it was spandex and armor for everyone. Easy, practical, reliable.” Not that he wanted to don his old uniform again.
“Look, it’s really important to Bulma and Vegeta that we go and that we blend in. Even Goku’s going to wear a suit instead of his gi, and so’s Piccolo,” Yamcha had explained for the hundredth time.
“Hmph. Vegeta doesn’t give a shit,” Raditz had countered, also for the hundredth time. He’d known what Yamcha’s response would be before he even finished speaking.
“Well, Bulma’s got your prince so whipped he doesn’t sneeze without her say-so, so if she cares, he cares,” Yamcha had replied, like Raditz had known he would. “Besides, I think you’ll look sharp in a suit, instead of a crop top and kilt. It’ll be nice for a change.”
“Hmm, I suppose you’re not a good judge of fashion. Considering this,” Raditz had commented, hooking a finger through the ring on Yamcha’s collar. Yamcha whined softly, and Raditz grinned. That particular item was meant for an animal called a dog, but Yamcha loved the simple leather strap Raditz had purchased at a place called a “pet store.”
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to wear it to the wedding?” Yamcha had panted. “Bulma might get mad if she notices.”
“It’ll be under your shirt, right?” Raditz tugged at the stiff shirt collar that currently hung loosely around Yamcha’s neck, unlike the one that was strangling him. “Besides, it’s yours. You know you can take it off if you want. But I’m not wearing those stupid pants,” Raditz had threatened. “I don’t care what they say. I looked it up, kilts are formal wear in some places. I’ll just get one made out of the same fabric as the pants.”
“Nope, nope, nope,” Yamcha had said, shaking his head. “You already stand out, since there aren’t many earth men with more hair than Rapunzel. You’re already pushing it, not letting Bulma’s people tame your mane.”
Raditz had scowled. “Tch. At least Vegeta isn’t so whipped that he allowed that travesty. It would be an insult to our race,” he’d growled, making Yamcha smile.
“I know. Besides, it’s just a couple of hours. And then, after you’ve worn pants for the entire ceremony and reception, I’ll take them off you and give you the best blowjob of your life,” Yamcha had murmured conspiratorially, walking his fingers down the front of Raditz’s shirt to rest over his crotch.
“I’ll hold you to that, pup,” Raditz said, running his nose over Yamcha’s scarred cheek, and the former bandit had shivered.
—
After the fanfare was over, Yamcha had pulled Raditz into a dressing room at the reception hall and loosened the awkward earthling suit just enough to free Raditz’s cock.
“Mmm, my wolf,” Raditz murmured, wriggling the rest of the way out of his pants while Yamcha stroked him to hardness. He had a nice black kilt in one of those amazing capsules that Bulma’s family sold.
Yamcha growled, baring his teeth at Raditz before licking his tip.
“Fuck, wolf, that’s good,” Raditz growled back, stroking Yamcha’s arm with his tail while the human devoured him, working the base with his hand and flicking his tongue quickly over Raditz’s tip. “You’re such a good pup, Yamcha, so good!”
Yamcha whined and sat up, gasping for breath, and pulled his leather collar above the stiff suit collar. Raditz slid his finger through the ring, holding it to the side, and Yamcha yipped softly before returning to Raditz’s cock.
“Shh, boy, shh,” Raditz said. “You’ll get us caught, naughty pup.”
Yamcha moaned around him, and Raditz shuddered at the vibration along his length.
…
Yamcha’s birthday was coming up- apparently, an important event for earthlings. Puar took Raditz aside while Yamcha was using the bathroom and explained it to him.
“It’s a celebration of living another year! People give presents and have a party,” she said, and Raditz took a sip of coffee.
“What kind of presents? I want to get him something good,” Raditz said seriously, and Puar twitched her tail.
“For lovers, something romantic is good. A fancy dinner or jewelry is popular, but you already got him that collar,” Puar said, then took a sip of her own coffee, holding the cup in both paws. “And I can’t imagine you eating at a fancy restaurant without bankrupting even someone like Bulma. Maybe a wish? You could ask Bulma for that radar, and Yamcha could wish for whatever he wants!”
Raditz considered this. It felt like a cop-out, just telling Yamcha to get himself whatever he wanted. Still, the dragon balls would be very helpful if he couldn’t think of a better gift.
—
The problem was what to purchase. Raditz couldn’t think of anything that was special enough to stand out as a “birthday present,” since he tended to get nice things for Yamcha whenever he thought about it. Sports tickets were silly, since Yamcha got in free to most sporting events, neither man liked sitting in movie theaters, and, as Puar had said, jewelry and fine dining weren’t really their “thing.”
Yamcha was on his hands and knees, barking and wriggling his fake tail with joy while Raditz clipped a leash to his collar, when Raditz figured it out.
Get the dragon balls, wish Yamcha a tail. Raditz loved having his tail, and he knew Yamcha was jealous of it, based on the way he used a butt plug to make it look like he had a tail of his own. But would he want a tail all the time? He still played baseball, and Raditz had noticed that none of the other players had tails.
Raditz decided to leave the particulars up to Yamcha. Raditz would collect the dragon balls, present them to Yamcha on his birthday, and explain that he wanted Yamcha to have a tail. Yamcha could work out the details with that terrifying dragon on his own.
Raditz smiled to himself, pleased to have solved that problem, and led Yamcha around the room. He’d finally talked his mate into getting a pair of gloves and kneepads to protect him when he went full wolf, as Raditz thought of it. Raditz enjoyed watching the stress melt from Yamcha’s body when he didn’t have to pretend to be human anymore, but the wear and tear on his joints had worried Raditz.
—
“I’m going out,” Raditz called, adjusting his tail under his kilt and straightening his crop top, and Yamcha waved lazily from the couch. He had a big game that weekend, right before his birthday, and he was exhausted from training. It wasn’t easy, keeping the balls secret. Raditz was practically bursting with the desire to tell Yamcha his plan. What if he didn’t like the idea? This was all Raditz had planned! Well, he’d helped Puar send invitations to the rest of the gang, but he didn’t think that counted.
“Call if you get stuck,” Yamcha replied, and Raditz bent to kiss him. He felt lucky that Yamcha understood that sometimes, Raditz needed to get away.
“Get some rest,” Raditz urged his lover. “I’ll be back by tomorrow.”
—
Raditz wished Yamcha was with him while he flew over the lush forests. It was a beautiful planet, and he was so glad that the PTO- and the Saiyans- hadn’t managed to destroy it. The forests were cool and refreshing, the deserts reminded him of Vegetasei, and the oceans were vast and full of delicious creatures and strange beauty that reminded him of space. Perhaps during Yamcha’s “off season” they could travel and camp.
The last ball was in a human town, and Raditz strode down the main street. He knew he stood out, with his hair flowing behind his back, his abs on display under the crop top, and his thick legs sticking out under the kilt- to say nothing of the tail and the fact that he was a good foot and a half taller than even very tall humans. He half-ignored, half-enjoyed the usual gawking stares, but his tail puffed out when a small dog bit his ankle out of nowhere. He spun to face his attacker and noticed a gleaming pendant on its collar.
Puar had said jewelry was traditional. What if Raditz purchased a pendant like that one for Yamcha? That way, if the wish didn’t work out the way he wanted, there would still be a gift! Raditz shoved the yapping creature away from him with his heavy black boot, ignoring the shrieks of a human who came running up to collect it, and quickly recovered the final dragon ball. Once again ignoring and enjoying the stares and screams, he flew back to West City, eager to find the perfect pendant for his wolf.
—
“Sir, please, we have a dress code-” a diminutive salesman insisted, trembling as Raditz loomed over him.
“I have money, what’s the problem?” Raditz demanded, digging a fistfull of 1000 zeni notes out of his wallet. “See? Bulma gives it to me. Why do I need to wear special clothes to give it to you?”
“Genmai, you’re needed in the back,” another man said, and the man in front of Raditz practically tripped over himself in his haste to get away. “I apologize for that, sir, please come with me. What are you shopping for today?”
“Hmph,” Raditz grunted, eyeing the new salesman. His jacket said “Suchong” and he seemed less intimidated by Raditz, although he was eyeing Raditz right back. “Fine. I’m looking for a pendant for my mate. Something shiny, but not… what’s the word, tappy?”
“Do you mean “tacky?” I understand, sir, something elegant and classy. Allow me to find some examples for you.”
Raditz followed Suchong to a counter and examined the pendants. He immediately rejected any of the funny-shaped ones, like the hearts and stars, and Suchong pulled out a tray with simple shapes- oblongs, rectangles, circles. Suddenly, one caught his eye.
“What’s that?” he asked, tail bristling. “That stone, what is it?”
“Ah, the moonstone? It’s quite lovely, isn’t it,” Suchong commented, lifting the pendant from the tray and offering it to Raditz. Raditz could hardly look away from it.
“A stone from your moon?” he demanded, and the salesman chuckled.
“Nothing as literal as that, sir. Moonstones are a gem that resembles the moon, but they come from this planet. Ancient people believed they had mystical powers related to the moon.”
Raditz stared at the pale gray gem, set in silver metal. He could almost see different colors flickering across the surface, blues and greens and even some red, and it called to him the same way that a full moon would.
Well. To a lesser extent, obviously- he wasn’t transforming into a giant ape in the middle of the jewelry store. But still. Raditz imagined a tiny moon resting against his mate’s chest, maybe even gleaming in the real moonlight. And wolves howled at the moon- Raditz and Yamcha had gone camping a few times, and both men liked to join in with the wildlife’s beautiful song.
“It’s perfect, I need it,” Raditz said, not looking away from the pendant in his hand while he fished in a kilt pocket for his wallet. “How much?”
—
Raditz couldn’t keep his gift a complete secret. While Yamcha was off training, he showed Puar the dragon balls and the pendant, and explained his plan.
“Oh my gosh! That’s perfect!” Puar squeaked, holding the pendant reverently before handing it back to Raditz. “And I think you should just wish a wolf tail for Yamcha, he’s too shy to do it on his own!”
Raditz considered this. He didn’t want to impose on Yamcha, but Puar had known the bandit long before Raditz had even arrived in the solar system.
“I’ll think about it,” he said. “I just couldn’t keep it to myself, you know?”
Puar smiled at him and patted his hand. “I know! You’re really good for Yamcha, you know? He’s never been happier!”
Raditz’s heart swelled at Yamcha’s oldest friend’s approval.
“Thank you, it means a lot,” he said, closing the box he was storing the dragon balls in. “Can you help me put the moonstone in a little box? With one of those colored fabric strips?”
—
Raditz was too excited to really enjoy Yamcha’s birthday party. They partied at Kame House, the island where Raditz had first met Kakarot, and Raditz mostly lurked off to the side while the partygoers thronged around Yamcha. From time to time Yamcha would catch Raditz’s eye and smile at him, or blow a kiss, or something to let Raditz know that Yamcha was thinking about him. Vegeta joined Raditz at one point, but Raditz wasn’t in the mood to spar with the aggressive prince. Ever since Kakarot achieved Super Saiyan, Vegeta was more of a pain in the ass than usual. He taunted everyone, goading them to spar, and was obsessed with breaking his limits and becoming a Super Saiyan himself.
No, when Raditz wanted to spar, he found Piccolo or Tien or just asked Yamcha. He’d tried sparring with Krillin, but the little human couldn’t quite forgive Raditz for smacking him with his tail the first time they met. Raditz could understand that. Besides, he got along much better with the former villains. Sometimes, he sparred with Kakarot, but he hated being shown up by his baby brother. Time with his family was better spent with the whole family, particularly with Gohan. He was an exhausting little cub- not so little now. Raditz assumed his growth was more like that of humans than Saiyans, considering how small Saiyans stayed until they reached adulthood. Raditz had been shorter than Vegeta until both young Saiyans completed puberty, and Vegeta had been particularly disgusted by Raditz’s growth spurt when compared with his own. Vegeta’s growth spurt had been about a foot, if Raditz recalled correctly.
Yamcha traipsed over, drunk on beer and happiness, and draped himself across Raditz’s lap, reaching around behind the chair to grab Raditz’s tail, which was actually between Raditz’s legs, in plain view of anyone looking.
“Here, drunky,” Raditz said, twitching his tail in front of Yamcha’s face, and Yamcha gently stroked it. Raditz couldn’t wait to see what Yamcha looked like with a tail of his own, but that would have to wait.
“I love you, Raddy,” Yamcha giggled, and Raditz smiled. Saiyans couldn’t get drunk off human alcohol, and sometimes he wished they could. It looked fun. It also looked dangerous, though- lowered inhibitions in a race that could blow up a planet without too much effort were not a good thing.
“I love you, wolf pup,” Raditz answered, and Yamcha yipped at him playfully before licking his neck. “I have a gift for you, do you want it now?”
Yamcha whined and slid off Raditz’s lap to kneel in the sand, hands up by his chest in the “beg” position. Raditz grinned and pulled the carefully wrapped jewelry box out of his kilt pocket. Puar had helped him tie a green thing- ribbon, she called it- around the little white box.
Yamcha carefully pulled the ribbon off and opened the box, Raditz watching him nervously.
“It’s a moonstone,” Raditz said when his mate gave him a questioning look. “Not from the actual moon, but-”
Yamcha launched himself against Raditz’s chest and hugged him tight.
“It’s beautiful, Rad, gorgeous! Thank you! Will you put it on me?” he asked, pulling away and raising his chin, so Raditz took the pendant and fixed it to the loop in Yamcha’s collar. Even in the sunlight, the stone excited Raditz, made his blood pump faster. It sat against Yamcha’s collarbone, and Raditz couldn’t resist kissing his way up his mate’s neck.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Raditz murmured, holding Yamcha close. “Happy birthday, Yamcha.”
“Ahem,” Bulma said, and Raditz glared at her halfheartedly for interrupting. “It’s time for cake, if he can still stand.”
“Cake? I love cake!” Yamcha said, and Raditz helped him stand. “Come on, babe, let’s cut the cake! Bulma, see? Raditz got it, it’s a moonstone!”
Raditz blushed when Bulma raised an eyebrow at the pendant- and the dog collar- then nodded approvingly.
“Beautiful. Come on, cake time!”
—
“Yamcha. Wake up,” Raditz whispered, dragging his tail over Yamcha’s facial scar. “Wake up, babe, I’ve got another present for you.”
Yamcha growled and curled up into a little ball, so Raditz flipped the blankets off him. After his initial reaction of tensing up and growling, Yamcha cracked an eye to peer at Raditz suspiciously. “Rad? I’m too hungover. Gimme it later,” he grumbled, trying to brush Raditz’s hand away from his face.
“No, we gotta do it before the sun comes up,” Raditz insisted. “Here, I got you coffee. Come on!”
Yamcha sat up, grumbling while he scratched his head and wiped the gunk out of his eyes, and accepted the coffee cup.
“Mmm, fine, but this better be fuckin’ amazing,” he growled. Raditz bounced on the balls of his feet, tail carefully wrapped around his thigh to keep from tossing his kilt up. If Yamcha had a tail, Raditz bet it would be swaying back and forth angrily. And he was about to find out!
Yamcha grumbled the entire way to the remote canyon where Raditz had decided to summon the dragon, then perked up when he saw Raditz arranging the little orange spheres on the ground.
“Wait, dragon balls?” Yamcha demanded, and Raditz glanced at the piece of paper Bulma had given him.
“Eternal Dragon Shenron, I summon you by your name!” Raditz shouted, then hurried back to where he’d left Yamcha.
The sky turned black and lightning crackled, rising from the balls until it took the form of what looked to Raditz like a snake, but with four little limbs. Also, he’d never seen such a mean-looking snake.
“You have summoned me. Speak your wish,” the dragon boomed.
“What the fuck are you wishing for?” Yamcha asked, and Raditz grinned at him.
“A tail for you,” he said. “Puar said I should just do it, but I wanted to make sure you were happy with it.”
Yamcha made a confusing face. Raditz couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry or sad, but then his mate hugged him and turned to face the dragon.
“Shenron! I wish for a wolf tail!”
The dragon blinked. “Your wish has been granted,” it intoned, then it disappeared. The balls shot into the sky and vanished, and Raditz breathed a deep sigh of relief. Technically, he was more powerful than the dragon, but it was so big and extremely intimidating.
“Look! Raditz, look!” Yamcha shouted, and Raditz looked at his mate’s ass.
A fluffy black tail had burst through his pajama bottoms and was wagging eagerly. Yamcha leapt into Raditz’s arms and peppered his cheek with kisses before giving him a few eager licks, tail smacking against Raditz’s leg.
“Ooooh, pup, I am gonna mount you like a bitch in heat,” Raditz groaned, palming Yamcha’s ass. “Fuck, I think that dragon made you even hotter. Are you sure all you wished for was a tail?”
Yamcha laughed delightedly, nuzzling against Raditz’s cheek, then hopped down.
“I’m gonna get used to it on the way home. Do you think it’ll change how I fly?” Yamcha asked, twisting to look at his own butt while he stroked his new limb. Even while he was trying to look at it and touch it, the tail kept wagging, and Raditz grinned.
“I dunno, let’s find out!” he said.
—
“Oooh, that’s- fuck- that’s so good!” Yamcha gasped, his tail finally still. Raditz was helping him explore the new limb, back in their bedroom, and it turned out that Saiyan tails and Yamcha’s tail had some interesting similarities and differences.
The best similarity so far was that they were extremely sensitive. Raditz had brought Yamcha to orgasm with just his tail twice, just that morning. Currently, Yamcha was on his hands and knees on the bed while Raditz held the base of the tail with one hand, right where he liked Yamcha to grip his own tail, and stroked down the length with smooth, gentle motions. Unlike Raditz’s smooth, short tail fur, Yamcha’s tail had long, fluffy fur that felt a lot like Raditz’s own hair.
The most obvious difference, to Raditz, at least, was how they each used their tails to communicate. Raditz thought that Saiyan tails were more like feline tails, staying fairly still unless their owner was particularly agitated. Yamcha’s tail, however, wagged constantly. Raditz hadn’t seen Yamcha upset yet, but he would bet that it would drop between his legs, much like Raditz’s tail did when he was embarrassed or sad. Raditz wasn’t looking forward to seeing his mate’s tail like that, but he was a realist. It would happen eventually.
“Hfff, come on, get the lube!” Yamcha demanded, tail arching over his back, and Raditz shook himself from his thoughts.
“I was joking when I said I’d fuck you like a bitch in heat, but I guess you took me seriously,” Raditz teased, reaching over to grab the little bottle on the bedside table.
“Mmm, but I want to mount you, next time,” Yamcha said, wagging his tail and glancing over his shoulder. Raditz brushed his tail over Yamcha’s balls and wrapped the tip around his cock.
“Of course you do. So, you like your present so far?” Raditz asked in a casual tone, even though he was trembling with excitement. Sex with his mate was always on the next level, giving or receiving.
“Mmm, yeh-ESSSS,” Yamcha wailed when Raditz slid his finger inside. “Oh, gods!”
After he’d fingered Yamcha open, Raditz slid a condom on his cock and lined up, nudging his tip gently against Yamcha’s slightly swollen asshole.
“Ready, pup?” Raditz asked, setting his hands on Yamcha’s hips.
“Fuck, Rad, just fuck me!” Yamcha begged, tail wagging enough to create a breeze. As Raditz pressed into Yamcha’s ass, his steady whine turned into a howl. Raditz howled along with Yamcha, right up until his hips pressed against Yamcha’s ass.
“Unf, fuck, that’s my wolf, my mate,” Raditz panted, and Yamcha swished his tail back and forth over Raditz’s chest. Raditz gripped his collar and pulled Yamcha’s head up just a little, eliciting an eager whine from his mate, and started fucking Yamcha with steady strokes. As Yamcha begged and whimpered, Raditz growled and released the wolf’s neck, reaching around to pump his cock in time with his own thrusts. His tail was good at that, but Raditz liked feeling Yamcha’s cock with his own hand.
Yamcha howled again and Raditz bent forward to bite his shoulder while Yamcha climaxed.
“Making a mess on the bed? I might have to make a naughty pup lick that up,” Raditz growled in Yamcha’s ear, then licked his neck. Yamcha gasped desperately, and Raditz supported him with an arm across his chest while he finished, the cool moonstone pendant pressed between him and his wolf.
Nothing Raditz had ever done was as good as climaxing with Yamcha. He’d fucked a lot of aliens- and quite a few humans- before getting involved with Yamcha, but the love he felt made everything different. His lover’s body squeezed the cum out of Raditz’s cock, and Raditz buried his nose in Yamcha’s hair until the spasms stopped.
“My wolf,” Raditz murmured, then tipped himself and Yamcha over so they were spooning, still connected. “My perfect mate.”
Yamcha sighed softly, rubbing his hand over Raditz’s where it rested on his belly. His tail shifted slightly between them.
“Thanks for the presents, Rad. You’re the best present I could have ever asked for,” Yamcha murmured, and Raditz melted inside. He’d have to thank Puar for the suggestions later, and also apologize for how loud they were. Again.