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Maybe it was the summer mountain heat frying Macaque’s brain… But Wukong has smelled absolutely delectable recently.
He noticed it not too long ago- A few days, a week maybe, after the summer sun finally started coming into season. The lush mountain was prosperous and thriving under the kind rays of sunlight, the smell of warmed and watered vegetation the strongest smell present on the mountain.
Well, it was the strongest smell before, anyway. Now that useless honor somehow went to Wukong, the ruler of this thriving mountain and also his sunny other half.
Macaque had been confused by the pungent scent of peaches one day as Mk and Wukong were practicing form and technique.
Macaque almost thought he’d gone delusional; He hadn’t eaten any peaches that day, and Wukong had lunch out with Mk in the city instead of having his usual peachy diet at home. There wasn’t a single peach to be seen nearby, so why did it suddenly smell so sweet?
It wasn’t until Mk spoke up that Macaque realized he wasn’t alone in his confusion. “Monkey King, why do you smell like bad peaches?”
Wukong dropped his stance, eyes wide with an embarrassed ‘caught’ expression. It was masked in the blink of an eye with a sheepish chuckle. “I accidentally fell asleep on a peach last night.” Macaque can spot the deflecting lie from miles away. Like a child disgusted by broccoli, Mk simply adorably scrunched his nose, remarking that the king needed to shower before the two resumed training without missing a beat.
Well, it’s a relief that he hadn’t lost his mind after all. But knowing that seductive fragrance was coming from his lovely, darling Wukong was going to make him lose it, if his mind wasn’t lost before.
And lose his mind, he did. Macaque had an incredibly hard time not being especially tactile in recent days since then, whenever his beloved sun walked around smelling so damn fine. He’d grown so clingy that it hadn’t escaped Wukong’s notice for very long.
The two lovers sat reclining on Wukong’s dingy sofa. Macaque lovingly cradled the sunrise in his arms, his nose pressed into the other’s scalp as he lay on the shadow’s chest. One hand threaded through Wukong’s golden chestnut hair, delighting in the happy trill he received from the other as his fingertips gently raked down to the roots of fur. While the other rested at the base of Wukong’s tailbone, lightly massaging the muscle he found there. Macaque was in utter bliss, digging his nose into wavy, unkempt hair and subtly inhaling between adoring nuzzles.
Wukong breaks the peaceful silence. “How come you’ve been so lovey recently?” Wukong’s words were somewhat slurred from their sheer amount of comfort and laziness, his voice sounding nearly groggy under the gentle waves of affection he was being spoiled under.
Offense drowsily washes over him. There’s never a moment when he’s not ‘lovey’, as Wukong so aptly phrased it!
Physical contact wasn’t instinctually how Macaque loved his partner- He was prone first to give meaningful or poetic words, quick to habitually dole out soft and numerous ‘I love you’s and affirmations. Wukong always received his adoration with a smile, happy beyond measure to know that he is loved. But Macaque also made a conscious effort to touch the sage frequently and often because he knows how much he craves contact. Any kind of reminder that his lover was by his side, whether as simple as a flick of a tail or a tap to the elbow, had Wukong beaming in seconds.
So, sure, he wasn’t normally this touchy. But he’s always been lovey!
It’s just that, what with the king smelling like such a goddamn snack recently, he can’t help but want to be close to and breathe in that divine scent. That’s all.
Of course, he doesn’t say this exactly in so many words. Or at all. He lies through his damn teeth, embarrassed if he gets caught chasing his lover’s musk. Because that’s probably weird. Right?
Macaque huffed a short breath of laughter, mindful not to jostle his content sweetheart. “I’m always ‘lovey’ with you.” He defends himself easily, his offense ebbing away for light amusement.
Wukong giggles back, “Is that right? So then you’ve always clung to my back when I’m teaching Mk?”
Macaque simply shrugs. “He’s got to get used to our PDA at some point,” Earning more giggles from the other.
“Then you’ve always groomed my hair and braided it- Every morning?” Wukong asks next, raising hs head to look at him with an amused quirk of his brow.
Macaque grins lazily in response. “Maybe I just want you to feel pretty every day.” He says with a low and playful lilt to his voice, speaking his low rumblings into Wukong’s ear. Whether the sun tried to hide it or not, he saw a small dusting of rosy peach on Wukong’s cheekbones.
Ignoring his light flush, Wukong huffs, rolling his eyes. “Okay, and you’ve always wanted to ride on the cloud with me? You hate the cloud.”
Macaque finds that he doesn’t need to lie or exaggerate when he says, “I do, but that morning you looked so captivating in those early hours. I’d be a fool if I chose to miss out on that.” He replies easily, pressing a quick kiss to Wukong’s nose.
Wukong’s cheeks redden even more under the unexpected praise, though he scoffs. The corner of his mouth twitches in his effort to keep his smile down. “You’re a liar.”
“I didn’t say anything untrue, did I?” Comes Macaque’s easy, playful rebuttal. It causes Wukong to reconsider.
“No- Maybe not. But you are lying about always being so touchey. What’s with you?” Wukong asks, curious sparkles glimmering in his golden doe eyes, looking up at him fondly.
Immediately, he was doomed to get lost in those inviting honey orbs; Macaque didn’t bother finding his way out, content to be lost to the man in his arms.
How gorgeous his lover was, to be able to capture rays of sunlight in his lashes so delicately and dare claim the sun’s beauty as his own. Two twinkling amber gemstones, held captive in radiant pools of scarlet and ginger-gold eyelashes, the poet in him swooned.
Macaque distracted himself so obviously as he admired his partner that he didn’t stop himself from mindlessly sniffing that faint peachy smell. Wukong blinks, curioser than before. “Did you just sniff me?”
“What?” Macaque flusters. “No- I was- I was breathing!” That was a terrible cover-up. Not his finest work.
“No sweetheart, that was a sniff. You just smelled me. Are you trying to say I smell bad? I already get enough crap from Mk about showers, I don’t need to hear it from you too.” He accuses, more honest than playful, exasperation dripping from his voice, as though he truly thinks that Macaque would give him crap for his admittedly horrible self-care habits.
(Which, he wouldn’t disagree with Mk, the king should shower more. But if Wukong didn’t shower, then his loving sort-of, kind-of, almost husband is there to happily groom him clean every morning, so said almost-husband is certainly not complaining.
…It has nothing to do with huffing the scent clinging to wavy strands of fur, he can assure you. He really just loves Wukong.)
Sensing Wukong’s not-as-playful annoyance creeping into his tone, Macaque rushes to blurt, “No! No, you smell great- Fine! You smell fine. So fine. Just absolutely…” A brief inhale, he hopes Wukong doesn’t notice. “...Peachy.”
Shit, he just fumbled that bag. Macaque fumbled that bag horribly.
Wukong seems to put the puzzle pieces together thanks to Macaque’s apparent floundering. A cheshire grin spreads across his face, and that’s the exact moment he knows the jig is up.
“You like the way I smell, don’t you.” Wukong correctly asserts.
Why even bother fighting it? “I- Yes,” Macaque mumbles, looking away.
Wukong places a paw on his cheek, forcing him to meet his gleeful gaze. “Is that why you’ve been so affectionate, darling?” He exaggeratedly cooed, speaking to his sheepish lover as one would coo at a babbling baby or a good dog.
There’s no point in even trying to say no, Wukong clearly already knows. “… Also yes. Sorry.” He adds, genuine with his briefly mumbled and ashamed apology.
The golden king broadly smiles kindly at his love, batting away his unnecessary apology. “Don’t apologize, idiot! I think that’s adorable! Just wait until I tell Mk that you like my scent, ha! He wouldn’t believe you admitted to something so cheesy.”
He’s only teasing, of course- Wukong wouldn’t actually tell anyone something so embarrassing…
Would he?
Actually, what was he saying- He absolutely would. Wukong was the type of unabashedly shameless person who cared so incredibly little about things such as modesty, or what may be considered as ‘too much information about your mentors’ love life’. Macaque deeply admires this bold trait in his other half as much as he cringes at it.
Wukong chuckles, finding endless entertainment in Macaque’s morphing expressions as he contemplates the scenario laid out for him. “Oh, so my love for you is funny now, is it?” Macaque grouses, embarrassment subsiding as he grows comfortable with it being out in the open. Wukong tittered mirthfully in his cradle of lean obsidian-furred arms. “A bit, yeah. You’re so embarrassed! Over something so silly!” He teased with a smile, dying laughter slipping through his teeth.
Wukong tucks himself under Macaque’s chin, burying his nose into the crook of his neck. Macaque can feel the fond smile playing on his rosy lips as he forms words against his skin and fur. “You shouldn’t be ashamed. I love how thoroughly you love me. It’s surprising that you love me right down to my smell, I’ll admit, but I’m touched by it regardless.” He says thoughtfully and sincerely, appealing to Macaque’s love for verbal endearment. It made his tail thump pathetically fast and his heart race just hearing the affection thick in Wukong’s tone.
After some more clingy nuzzles, Wukong murmurs thoughtfully, “I didn’t even realize my summer scent was that noticeable. I don’t really catch whiffs of myself, but I hope it’s nothing off-putting.” After contemplating his summer scent for a moment more, he pulls away to look at his lover's face. “What do I smell like to you?” Wukong asks out of curiosity.
Hm... Like peaches. Like home. Like something so undeniably belonging to Wukong. Those weren’t really answers, though. So Macaque tries to find the words to describe it, other than ‘peaches’, or ‘it just smells like you’.
The shadow pulls the peach-scented monkey close and deeply inhales, freely enjoying his aroma and pondering on it for a moment. Wukong smells like a fragrant peach, grown ripe and succulent under the warm sun. He smells like the skin of the peach fermenting under the harsh rays, while the sugary flesh inside stays juicy and crisp. He smells irresistible, like a craving that can never be truly satisfied.
Does the enticing smell match the taste? Would his body’s nectar taste as sweet as the peaches he’s obsessed with?
As soon as he asked these questions, his mind had a strong, searing desire for the answers.
“...Like warm peaches and sunshine,” Macaque says shortly, voice strained and words clipped.
The questions bounce around in his head, multiplying. He forces them all to the back of his mind. This moment was soft, and sweet, he didn’t want to ruin this. He wanted to savor the time he spent with Wukong.
…Just like he’d savor the sound of his moans and the tart notes of peach as he dips his tongue inside for a taste, his mind unhelpfully conjures.
A shift in his arms. “I think you’re thinking about much more than the way I smell, darling,” Wukong breathes salaciously into his sensitive ears. He can hear the knowing smirk in his voice. “Tell me what’s on your mind, moonlight.” It’s not a firm command, more of a request that he asks while lightly nibbling on his earlobe, but Macaque caves as quick as he would obey a command from his king.
”You’re on my mind,” Macaque starts slowly, pausing to gulp down the saliva collecting in his cheeks so it would wet his dry throat. “I… want to know if you taste as sweet as a peach.”
This seems to appeal to Wukong very much. His sunny gaze slowly turns lustful at his response, a pointed tooth peeking out to bite on the corner of his lips. “Do you want to find out?” Wukong tempts him with a fanged kiss just below his ears. Macaque shivers, fingers tightening in tangled ginger fur. Wukong’s hands came up to grip him by the collar of his tunic. The petite yet toned body on top of him swiftly and gracefully switched their positions.
Within an instant, he’s pulled down to meet rose-colored lips kissing him hungrily, and the aroma of warm peaches fills his senses. Even though the heady scent was enough to turn his brain to mush, he managed to kiss his love back with just as much passion as he’s given. Wukong’s hands clumsily paw at the bottom of his shirt in an effort to take it off. Macaque snorts and comes to his lover’s aid. Overlapping his own calloused hands over Wukong’s worn ones, he holds them steady before they seemingly give up and let him handle it. Macaque is happy to do so. Off goes his shirt, lifted up his torso, and over his arms. Macaque feels warmth fill his heart as the material uncovers the face of his sunshine. A beaming smile shines his way, and Macaque tries to steal away that precious sunlight in another kiss.
The kiss escalates before long. Dawdling yet hungry kisses becomes something fiery and zealous, open-mouthed and rushed. Wukong chirps as Macaque presses closer, bare arms clinging onto his clothed back, asking for more. Macaque takes the initiative to shed both Wukong’s bottoms and underwear off, only breaking the kiss when he has to extract each leg through the loops. The red sweatpants and pink underwear are barely even off his ankles before he’s pulled yet again into another kiss, which he longingly sighs into.
Macaque settles back down, selfishly placing his groin right in the crook of Wukong’s center. The kiss is sloppy and wet, but no more wet than the warmth seeping through his own bottoms. He just can’t help himself- Macaque buries his nose into the crook of Wukong’s neck, lightly grinding his clothed length along the exposed vagina, paying special yet gentle attention to the space where the clitoris resides. Wukong makes another chirp, strangled and drawled, and so Macaque does it again, adoring the way his hardened cock is drenched in the peachy scent.
“You’re soaked, peaches,” He comments as Wukong whines from the well-aimed grind that brought them both friction. “How long have you been worked up like this?”
Wukong smirks, teasing and cocky despite needily chirping and dripping like a broken faucet for Macaque. “A while. Someone sure like to take his sweet time making moves. If we could speed things up that’d be nice.” Macaque’s only response is a humored huff before returning the kiss they left off while he grinds down again on wet heat.
Keeping his partner’s suggestion in mind, he asks in a low voice, “Scoot up and open your legs for me?” His request is quickly met by the pressure on his hard-on drawing away. Wukong sat higher up on the couch, and his knees bent. And Wukong seems to grow impatient because next, his hand moves down to tantalizingly play with himself, making sure Macaque is watching as he does. The display leaves him salivating, as does the smell wafting up from below.
“Gods,” He rasped, in awe of the man under him. He slowly lowers himself onto his elbows near the peachy object of his interest, keenly aware of the pleased chirp coming from Wukong. Those circling fingers, however don’t retract. “You smell incredible, sunshine. Can’t wait to have you on my mouth.” He says, his voice so husky it’s almost a groan.
Wukong’s head hits the armrest with an impatient mewl. Macaque takes one more moment to stare at the sight before him as he adjusts his man around his shoulders.
Wukong stops but holds his velvet lips parted with two fingers, giving him the blessed view that never gets old. Gods, if only Wukong knew just how much he loves this act; everything, from start to finish, he cherishes every, single , moment. Macaque can’t wait to have his greedy fill of his lover’s orgasms, he inwardly groans, watching the arousal dripping down his entrance and travel down Wukong’s sculpted ass cheeks.
Wukong mewls again, tilting his head up to see what the hold-up is, snapping Macaque out of his lecherous daze.
Six ears pick up how his partner’s chest hitches as he finally moves. Macaque leans close to the spread pussy before him, teasingly ghosting his hot breath along equally hot folds of wet skin. Beautiful, strong thighs lift off the cushion as Wukong cants impatiently yet again. The sage’s fingers pull away, under the assumption the other was about to take over. Macaque smirks despite himself, amused at the aroused monkey under him.
Blowing his breath again, he watches as the whole surface of Wukong’s vagina shudders weakly in response. Another rolling cant of hips. Macaque just barely, barely , hardly at all, touches the outside of his wettening folds with the barest point of his tongue. Pulling away, his tongue is chased by Wukong’s hips in their search for real friction. Macaque lets his breath of laughter be heard, making it known to the needy sage that he’s only teasing.
For all the hundreds of years he’s known him, teasing Wukong never loses its charm. No matter how or when he’s teased. Toying with the empty, wanting cunt beneath him was no less amusing than every other time he teases Wukong. If anything, he gets more enjoyment from it, much to Wukong’s immense annoyance.
Above, Wukong huffs, rolling his demanding hips much harder now. “Macaque, come on! Either get on with it or let me do it- Oh!” Wukong’s speech devolves into surprised gasps as Macaque dives in with his first slow lick. And then another lick, and another.
His tongue travels slow and sensual, focusing on memorizing the feel of each slick fold and crevice and the taste of the wet, sinful organ he’s about to worship.
Gods, he couldn’t wait to really eat this pussy out. To do more than slow, starting travels of his tongue. He wants to have the other trembling, whining, desperate for a release that only Macaque’s filthy mouth can supply. His dick twitched in anticipation, achingly hard and neglected.
But taking Wukong apart with oral alone was a patient process. Before he ravenously goes to town on his sun, he needs to start with the slow build-up and all the appreciative slow licks it requires. Ignoring his own growing need valiantly, Macaque descends long and wide onto the warm, slick, peach-smelling area.
Wukong melts like putty into his ministrations. His hips relax, and his slender, gorgeous legs go limp save for the occasional twitch. By the time Macaque is through with him, he won’t be able to move his legs or hips at all, even if he wants to.
Macaque’s tongue carries the tangy nectar flowing like peach wine from flowery soft walls into his mouth. While his tongue ducks into his mouth to guide the fluids down his throat, he savors the ambrosia coating his tongue. It darts out again to keep pleasuring, but the taste lingers on in his mind, dances on his lips, smothers his tongue, and the memory of the saccharine fluids stings his throat. It feels like he just swallowed ice-cold electric sparks, consuming such sweet nectar, and sparks of hot arousal shoot straight through his stomach and down to his leaking cock. He’ll never drink anything more gratifying than what he finds here, in this warm, wet valley.
Macaque gutturally moans as he laves his tongue along the inside seam of Wukong’s entrance, briefly taunting his insides by just barely dipping inside, sending the vibrations through his tongue and onto the sensitive nerves under his mouth.
Wukong’s legs jolt, but he’s not yet at the point where he’s kicking and squirming and whimpering, and Macaque fully intends to get him there.
Ignoring his own growing need valiantly, Macaque mouths his lips along the length of this handsome cunt and drinks at the wetness soaking Wukong’s dripping hole like a parched man thirsting for water. His tongue dips shortly into silk walls and tight heat as he licks deeper and deeper, he just can’t get enough. Whines emit from above as his pussy is licked with messy and deliberate strokes, the pleasure slowly accumulating with every hot swipe.
Fuck, he loves this so much. He loves his other halfvand the tangy yet syrupy summer flavor that belongs to him. If this is always what his man tastes like in the middle of the grimy summer heat, then he hopes summer never ends. He’d gorge himself like a fat pig at a banquet feast all to himself, all the livelong days. No, Macaque doesn’t need real food, water, sleep, or air, when he’s pretty damn sure he could survive comfortably enough between Wukong’s plush thighs and this sweet pussy dripping life down his open mouth. And if he couldn’t survive, then at least dying between these glorious thighs was a worthy death.
Whines emit from above as his pussy is licked with long and wet strokes, the pressure slowly adding with every hot swipe. Wukong warbles his name, reacting with his whole body to Macaque’s delving wet licks. Macaque’s heart soars; he wants to give this man everything he wants and more.
And what said man wants is probably for Macaque to hurry up and eat him out like he means it.
If that’s what Wukong wants, then Macaque will happily oblige.
Macaque’s occupied lips curve upwards at the corners, a would-be cocky smirk if his mouth wasn’t busy. Time to really eat this king up like the royal goddamn feast that he is.
The compliant shadow starts his unrelenting assault of this ambrosial cunt with that small pearly bud. The treasure tucked away at the top all but pleaded for his attention, and he was more than willing to give it. His tongue circles the erect bud a few times fast, flicking it gently before widely lapping once, twice, over it and then lastly licking up along the dripping hole, collecting the delicious fluids on his appreciative taste buds. Once he ascends back to the top, he goes back to rolling his tongue over Wukong’s clit, and licking the precious bead, then laps up Wukong’s arousal and begins the cycle over again.
It has the sage keening, crumbling as he’s taken apart lick by lick under his skilled mouth. Macaque relishes in the sounds he pulls as he outlines his clit, as he licks him up and down. Wukong is whining, voice high-pitched and needy as he pleads, begs for Macaque to, “-Keep going, just like that! Oh! Your filthy mouth is so good, hah, love what you do to me! M’ohhh, please I’m so close, please I’m so close, please, please, please!”
He doesn’t dare break the trusty rhythm that’s responsible for devolving the king into a babbling mess. Macaque partakes in his favorite meal with consistent vigor, causing greedy hips to wiggle in search of more. He moves his head fluidly in tandem with Wukong’s swaying pelvis, not allowing his carnal stride to be broken. He kept the pace steady for now, encouraged by the wanton moans of his partner. “Please, that’s perfect, just like that, darling-!” Wukong sobs out a choked moan like music to his six ears. Hearing such frenzied heat in his voice rips a groan from Macaque, open-mouthed and rumbling onto the drool and slick-coated entrance that he was servicing.
The adoring shadow feels that his chin is drenched, slick dripping from his jaw in little streams, soaking his beloved tunic and no doubt staining it with the stench of sex and fermented peaches. He won’t be able to wear this tunic around Mk- or in public, around anyone for that matter- ever again. But he couldn’t bring himself to find one single fuck to give, not when he’s got the world clenched tight in his grip, sobbing his name out and shaking like a leaf under the eager workings of his mouth.
His mouth sucks dutifully at Wukong’s labia, swirling his clit and laving deep between the hood encasing the erect little treasure. Wukong unexpectedly jolted harder than before, feeling his clit being kissed. His mouth is unfortunately separated from his cunt, but soon enough, his mouth comes back down on his sweet pussy with a wet smack. This happens again and again.
His partner above was so desperate to grind his hips into the wet friction Macaque provided, continuing to roll onto his mouth like a toy for him to use. Determined as ever, Macaque keeps his mouth close and eats his man’s pussy out like a goddamn champ, moaning a little as he enthusiastically slurps- May his partner never doubt how much he genuinely enjoys eating him out.
Wet smacking filled the room as Macaque feverishly pleasured Wukong’s thrashing center with his eager mouth. Six powerful ears collected every filthy, sloppy noise that resulted from his lips meeting Wukong’s rapidly growing slick and committed the sounds to memory. If he’s ever lonely at night, without his sunshine for whatever reason, this will be the treasured lullaby his mind supplies him to drift him off to sleep.
Well and familiar with the tell-tale signs of Wukong’s approaching orgasm, he plunges his tongue in and fucks the tight velvet channel, aiming as best as be can in the way he knows makes this body sing. His soft, warm lips weakly suck in an effort to stimulate the area around his opening while his tongue works magic from the inside out. The body beneath him pulses and twitches hard, so he knows he’s working his tongue just right.
Wukong cries, “M-Mac, please, oh, I’m- I‘m gonna-! Oh shit, yes, yes, yes- Oh!!” And then whimpers beautifully, breathlessly, as his orgasm begins to coil in the pit of his belly and leisurely cascade outwards, bringing the king a delightfully long, drawn-out, slow orgasm.
Wukong’s core clenches and his lungs gasp and spasm for air, and he rises a little from the drenched couch to hold himself up in elbows. His orgasm comes tumbling, and Wukong is only able to utter shuddering broken gasps, his release almost there, almost done, he just needs a little more, shit, shit - And Macaque doesn’t even complain, in fact he sincerely moans , as hands fly to the back of his head to lock him in place, so Wukong can shamelessly rut into that skilled mouth.
Macaque nearly creams his goddamn pants when Wukong roughly uses him and then fucking squirts. Not that it’s uncommon or unusual for such a thing to occur, just that most other times, he’s used his hands a little along the way, or sometimes Wukong gets impatient and lends a helping hand of his own. But no, he just came from his tongue alone. It’s a humble yet forceful spurt of musky, peach-tasting fluid that he drinks from as he happily, proudly works Wukong through his orgasm.
Wukong’s breath somewhat returns as his cum gushes fully against his lover’s face, who is still greedily eating him up at a fast but slightly calmer pace, efficiently swallowing down as much cum as he can while he works. Wukong feels like crying, the rippling pleasure is so good. “Oh my god, sweetheart-! Thank you so much, just a little more, please…!” Wukong sighs, grinding into his warrior’s handsome face like a toy to be used through the falling climax of his orgasm.
Shit, that mouth did absolute wonders for his release. Wukong peers down, mouth dropped open and gasping, vision fuzzy and feeling thoroughly debauched, at the man bringing him such satisfying completion. Macaque is staring at him from over the swell of his vulva and once when they make eye contact, he winks. It’s so dorky and cheesy and cocky that it shouldn’t have stolen his breath away again, but oh gods, it did. It did, and it sent him careening through the remnants of his orgasm embarrassingly quickly.
A second small wave of slick rushes out of his hole and into the insatiable mouth latched upon him, and his stomach finally loosens as his high is fully worked out of him. Macaque doesn’t break eye contact or stop running that incredible mouth into the realms of overstimulation until Wukong is too boneless to hold himself up.
And even then, as Wukong remains drifting in the faded last moments of his drawn-out but very pleasant release, the shadow’s tongue still lovingly slurps at his twitching surface in a pointless effort to keep his cum from getting onto the fur between his thighs and outer labia.
An adorable gesture, if a little stupid. It’s a fool’s errand trying to keep his slipper cum from dirtying his golden fur, his husband should know this by now. Oh, sweet Macaque. Sigh. Wukong truly loves his man- His stubborn, prideful, devoted man.
Said devoted warrior has to be pulled away by a warm paw trailing down to cup his cheek, silently ushering him on top of the extremely satisfied monkey king. He finally, at long last, lifts himself away from Wukong’s flushed and swollen sex and follows his king’s wordless order. Laying on the broad expanse of Wukong’s muscular chest, grinning dazedly at the finish of good pussy, looking all too pleased with himself.
Wukong presses tender kisses to Macaque’s lips, to his face, his cheeks, anywhere he can reach as affectionate gratitude- Selfishly finding delight in kissing off flavors of himself.
….Hmm.
He smacks his lips together after sharing a slightly open-mouthed kiss. He does taste like peaches! Based on the thick musky scent radiating from Macaque’s mouth, jaw, and throat, he really did smell like it, too! Man, that’s a pungent odor. No wonder Mk could smell it from feet away…
Macaque didn’t seem to notice (or care) about Wukong’s findings, too focused on reaching forward for Wukong to kiss him again. Which he does, obviously. Anything for his sweetheart.
Oh! Speaking of…
The tent in Macaque’s pants is painfully hard and pathetically already so close to bursting. The shadow tries to find his own release by grinding a few times on Wukong’s outstretched leg, growing frustrated when the fabric gets in the way and denies him proper pleasure.
He feels Wukong smile on his lips, amused by his partner’s failed poor attempt to cum, who grunts his displeasure. Though, the king is forgiven for laughing at his pain when his palm reaches down and gropes him through the annoying fabric.
“You haven’t come yet,” Is Wukong’s inquiring mumble that accompanies deep kisses and a firm squeeze of his stiff cock.
Shuddering, Macaque grinds into the pleasure, his mind blanking and leaving him only to focus on the hand rubbing his length. “It’s fine, mmn, gods, just keep moving your hand- Just like that, please…” Macaque really could’ve come from being palmed through his bottoms and almost did until the hand was cruelly pulled away. He glares weakly at the king, whining as his release creeps away.
Wukong looks hardly apologetic. “Or, consider: You can use me, instead of my hand.” He coyly suggests while biting his bottom lip.
Macaque’s dick pulses at the thought of settling inside Wukong’s wonderful, delicious cunt. But then he remembered just how boneless and lazy his exhausted partner was. Wukong follows his train of thought and smiles assuredly, not entirely worried about his fucked out body if it means he makes his moon feel equally fucked out.
His tail sways, flicking towards Macaque’s, “It would be a shame if you got me so wet and loose, all for you not to partake in any of your deserved reward, my dear warrior.” Wukong says in low tones, his enticing words leaving Macaque desperate and panting. He knows his moon wants it; He just has to be a big boy and come and get it.
“Don’t you want it?” Wukong asks, spreading his legs open invitingly, hoping it’s enough to entice Macaque to take off his pants and make the plunge himself because he physically can’t do more than lay here and verbally direct his partner. Macaque’s eyes dart to the dripping vagina he made a mess of, staring as if he saw it for the first time tonight.
Macaque immediately breathes, “Please, peaches.”
Wukong tenderly encourages him, holding his arms and Macaque’s cheeks in his hands, “Then come on, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.” Besides the absolutely smitten look he receives, he also gets a shivering, desperate little moan.
It was enough to have the turned-on shadow ripping off his clothing in a dark flash. Wukong wasted no time in pulling his naked lover flush against his chest, uncaring of how awkward this position made it for Macaque to move his arm down to finger him open, ever the careful partner.
“My precious moonlight, my dearest nightfall,” Wukong utters as calloused fingers reach inside velvet silk. The fingers move around gently in scissoring motions. Macaque carefully stretches him open down to the last knuckle, coated in excess slick and saliva, avoiding overstimulation. “So handsome, so good to me.” He goes on, somewhat breathless.
Wukong may be tired, but he is excited to tend to his partner’s needs and help him reach his end. He loves making his sweet plum feel good, both emotionally and physically, and this vulnerable intimacy is a sure way to meet both. He continued to sing sweet praises and encouragement as Macaque slicked up his cock and lined up at his entrance. “You fufill me, darling. The yin to my yang, the sun to my moon; You compliment me, and your presence in my life makes me feel whole.” Wukong says lovingly, as Macaque gently slides his girth inside of his tight channel.
Macaque buries into the crook of his neck and inhales deep while he bottoms out. Wukong doesn’t really see the appeal in huffing someone’s scent, but he certainly sees the appeal in having a partner this utterly attracted to him, and so he clasps his hands around Macaque’s neck and hold him close, letting him breathe him in all he wants.
Wukong shimmies his hips slightly, nudging the cock in him around in a manner that sits comfortably, and finds after a while pats his lover’s back to let him know he’s adjusted. Macaque doesn’t hesitate to slowly pull out, just until the head catches on his lips, before thrusting forward. Wukong gasps at the forceful intrusion, but not one of pain.
Macaque pulls out again, faster this time, and right when he’s about to slam home, Wukong whispers into three beautiful ears, “I love you, Macaque.”
A sharp, deep inhale breathes his peachy fragrance in. The ebony monkey hastily pushes in again and thrusts deep, pressing as close as he can get, but strangely doesn’t pull back out for more. It wasn’t until a ragged, broken moan muffled into his neck and a warm liquid filled his insides to the brim that it dawned on him what’s just happened.
Wukong peers down at the man, astonished. “Did you just-”
“Shut up.” Macaque hadn’t moved away from his neck, but his ears were pinned back in shame and were practically glowing bright red.
Wukong sets his head back down on the arm of the couch, still floored, feeling Macaque’s cum slip around around the cock plugging him up. A smile begins to make its way on his face.
“You barely even-”
Macaque tried to burrow further into his lover. “I said shut up!”
Wukong paused, thinking about what set Macaque off. Then the grin spreads wider. “All I said was-”
His partner didn’t want to hear it. A paw, smelling faintly of peaches, covered up his running mouth with an embarrassed groan. “Ugh! You’re so annoying!”
Wukong giggles into the hand. Macaque’s own laughter, though short and very much ashamed, soon followed. After a while, Macaque tries to pull out and get them some fresh clothes and washcloths. Wukong’s tail abruptly wrapped around the other’s hips, keeping him flush inside, while his arms slithered up around broad shoulders. “Do you think we can stay like this for a little while?” He asks.
Macaque encases his precious lover in his embrace without question, though still he wonders, “Uh- Sure? But, don’t you want to go get cleaned off?”
Wukong hums and closes his eyes, his face glowing with contentment and looking like the very image of comfort. “Cuddles first, please. Then we’ll shower.” He drowsily says and then yawns, telling Macaque that cuddles really meant cuddles and a nap. He doesn’t call him out- he’s feeling tired and could use a nap too.
Musky aroma of sex and peaches left out in the sun too long permeates the air, and they contentedly, pridefully bask in the heady smell together. Their soft affection for each other as they rest brightens the room up more powerfully than the summer sun beaming down outside on the rattan house, filtering in through the partially shut blinds.
When Mk next stops by, he refuses to step inside the hut. The house practically reeks of that distinct peachy odor, so he glares skeptically at them like a devout catholic would glare at a pair of filthy sinners. He calls both the monkeys gross smelling this time and comments that they now both need showers, despite not having a clear idea of what exactly caused the house to smell so strongly of rotten peaches.
The couple doesn’t have anything to say in their defense, other than how much they love peaches in the summer.