Raditz's brow furrowed over his closed eyes, feeling the mattress shift and sink under the added weight above him. A pair of large legs settled close around his own and his exposed neck was embraced by the warm face cuddling up to his skin. Had the other saiyan still been with a tail, it would certainly be thumping with affectionate longing against the frame from how he had yet again squeezed himself into the barely available space against Raditz's side, imposing his desire for the other.

If beds like this were meant to support two saiyans of their size, it wouldn't be too much of a problem but Raditz felt cramped enough in most spaces that he can do without the sizable company between his sheets once in a while. Surely even Broly could understand that being only two inches shorter than he was, but once he's here it's a bigger hassle to shoo him. Broly didn't do this for just any reason.

He raised a bare hand and ran it across his face with an annoyed and exhausted groan. "Don't you ever get tired? Or want to sleep in your own bed for a change?" Raditz turns his head to look over how the other saiyan had wrapped himself around his side to fit, Broly bracing an arm around his half-blanketed body to support his placement. It couldn't be comfortable for him like that. Begrudgingly, Raditz slides towards the opposite end to allow Broly more room. It's not much without putting himself in the same predicament, but it's better than what he had. "We've been on our feet all day, you should focus on resting up."

Broly answered with an impatient shift, erasing the little space between them and crossing one of his legs with Raditz, drawing his hips into him for some friction between them. Silent for a moment before responding. "Don't like it. I want to be here." The tanned male admitted. It's better here with him, discomforted by his own bed for one reason or another to find excuse enough to encourage him back at Raditz's side. He enjoyed his warmth, the texture of his thick hair when allowed to touch and what touching can inspire between them most of all. He has never felt this before, so fulfilled and insatiable all at once to and wind up so excited for the nights when he could be alone with Raditz again. There is no telling what he would do without his closeness if a single day was too long for his heart to endure the distance.

Broly's fingers clung a little tighter to the other male's form. This body is so beautiful to him with not so many scars like his and hair so long and bold it could blanket him. He wants to always stay close to it. "I want... to feel you again."

How easily he could admit that was embarrassing to Raditz, setting a flush of color in the other male's face as he turned away. "I-I know that. You don't have to be so compulsive about it, have some self-control for once. Don't pretend we didn't just do it this morning."

It was starting to get a little overwhelming. More and more he is reminded of the difference in their resilience and therefore their power, which used to annoy him more than he could openly admit. Rather Broly is on their side than their enemy was the common agreement he and the other two elites came to. What can be said about an outcast saiyan whose power couldn't be summated by their scouters and could effortlessly dominate three elites in combat, let alone The Prince of All Saiyans? Broly certainly gave reason for Raditz to detest him by reaffirming his place on the bottom where natural power was concerned among the remaining saiyan race. But through all his standoffish fuss, Raditz realized soon enough Broly never treated him as his lesser for having a smaller battle power as Nappa and Vegeta do. It was odd, certainly not what he's used to and Broly was considered odd to him because of it. But it was also kind of pleasant being respected for a change. It was enough to lower his harsh guard up on the other saiyan.

Safe to say that was one reason they wound up wrapped around each other almost every night and how that difference between them doesn't get under his skin so much anymore. Raditz definitely felt less uncertain of his place in the universe with Broly around and the other less lonesome. The trio may not trust old man Paragus, but Broly was definitely different and worth hanging onto for now.

Raditz was certain and toyed with the notion that under the right circumstances, Broly could help him overpower those that oppressed and mocked him, and maybe even stand a chance against the might of Frieza and his men. Even Frieza's power was able to be calculated by a scouter, unlike Broly. They would be unstoppable together, truly have anything they wanted—A new empire of saiyans built on the corpses of those who dared to challenge them. How affectionate Broly had become with him would make the transition easy enough, it would be the control Paragus still had over him to deal with. With all the destestful looks he gives Vegeta, Paragus could be brought over to his side, or Raditz could simply deal with him too in the end.

The idea was a backup he'd like to keep up his sleeve should fetching Kakarot prove useless for the arrangements they have now. In the meantime, it was better to keep this original plan. Even a pathetic power like his little brother's should have grown to be worth something useful to help set all saiyans free from Frieza. That has to remain his priority.

That, and the insisting bulge digging into his leg from Broly's humping. He is truly hopeless without him, but Raditz can't say he doesn't like that about him. Good days or bad, Broly always finds his way to his side even if it is just wanting relief from the stirring Raditz incited in him. Could he really be exhausted of Broly's impatience when it was he who encouraged it all to begin with? The affinity the other large saiyan held for him, fulfilling a desire thrust upon him if it could one day open pathways to his own wishes? No one has ever wanted him like this. And the powerful feeling it gave him, instinctually drawn to indulge the control over one who could easily unravel the order of the stars and those who govern it if he wished for it. Without a doubt, Broly would do that and much more for him.

Together...when the time comes, they will be magnificent together.

"...You could have at least come fully undressed and saved me the trouble for once." Raditz sighed, commenting with a slight chuckle. Riddled with excitement for what could be reinvigorated him just enough to answer the plead for his touch. Vegeta was going to have his head if Broly fell asleep during their mission again because of this. Though, Raditz would like to think of that becoming a temporary worry until he can move forward by his own orders. Another shift from him to free his captured side, he turns to rest facing the other, finding Broly's longing stare. Raditz traced a hand along his tan neck, following the metal collar around to cup the base of Broly's skull and tilt his head toward him. Their noses bump and Raditz's tail sways fondly with his eyes darkening over the other. "I'll give you something for now. Then we rest." He insisted, punctuating his words with a firm kiss and bringing a grateful smile to Broly. He once again closed the space between them by pulling Raditz closer to his own frame.

He eagerly pushes the other large saiyan back on his back and sets himself on top, filling the gap between his legs with Raditz blanketed hips. All the better to direct his bulge against Raditz's lower stomach seeking the intimate friction, boldened by how familiar this had become to him and where it lead for him. Corrupted, even, to want nothing else greater than the pleasure Raditz gave him than to be faced with a deprived, listless existence when threatened of it being taken away from him. He can't lose that, or anyone again. It made him kiss harder and his heart beat vigorously, greedy to spill himself or be filled inside, he truly didn't care what got him there just that he does.

Broly felt the pelt at his waist come undone by Raditz and the stretchy fabric of pants rolled down his firm backside to just above his thighs. His impressive cock fell out and was captured by a firm hand caressing every sensitive inch in full, slow drags up and down his length. It never failed to impress Raditz that he and Broly would have so much in common here.

"You're always such a handful, you know that?" Raditz teased, more of a compliment to the girth he could fit in his hands like his own. Oh, but he was fully aware that Broly's had more to it when it grew to its complete aroused state. Like magic, right before he emptied his seed wherever he could. Broly lower his head into Raditz's broad shoulder mouth first, shuddering when the pumps around his length grew more lively and focused around his swelling crown.

"I-I'm....sorry." Broly groans over his words into the other's skin, letting his eyes drift close to sink into his pleasure.

Raditz rolled his eyes and let out a slightly annoyed sigh. Surely he should recognize dirty talk by now. "Don't apologize for it, idiot." He huffed, though his words were easily lost to Broly once his cock was stroked. Truly, he was a saiyan driven by his instincts and rather complacent in his selfish indulgence. If that was all Raditz had to do, he could be asleep right now while Broly jerked himself. Hopeless Broly. Pretty, but hopeless.

If he must do everything himself then so shall it be for now. Raditz used his other hand to lower the blanket around his own legs and let his own rousing cock spring free. He slowly strokes himself, stirring his own pleasure further, and then the two imposing lengths are aligned together. How they rubbed alongside each other through the hole he made with his large hand, nuzzled closely as the two saiyans were. It was electric, Broly's chest sinking against the other's as he thrust his hips into the pampering hand, his teeth indenting Raditz's shoulder.

"See? You should be proud of it." Raditz uttered with his lips against Broly's ear, proceeding to nip the shell of skin between his teeth fondly. Down further his mouth traveled, pinching the tan skin and leaving his own love bites as he went. With Raditz's tail wrapped around Broly's waist, their hips rolled more clumsily, yet full into each other, squeezing through the jerk of his hand guiding them against each other and tending to their sensitive crowns.

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