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If you told Macaque that this was what he would be doing with his day when he woke up, he would have laughed in your face. He really only meant to drop by Wukong’s hut to annoy him a bit, really. He’d planned and schemed today’s plan in his mind, was gonna just fuck with Wukong with a few shadows or something, maybe steal some food or something. He had no idea what he was getting into, sensitive hearing be damned.
Wukong was in his room, facing away from the door, sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but the fur on his back. His hand was moving rhythmically, and it did not take a genius to realize what was going on. Macaque was about to turn right back around, but then he heard a breathy groan, and fuck if he didn’t want to hear more of that. Blood rushed south, and he froze. The Six-Eared Macaque, best known for his hearing and reflexes, froze.
Wukong must have felt his presence, because Macaque was sure he hadn’t made so much as an inhale since he got there. Wukong whipped around, his eyes widening and then narrowing.
“What are you doing here,” he demanded, covering himself slightly.
“I was just leaving,” Macaque manages to choke out. Wukong’s glare hardened with Macaque’s dick, much to the darker monkey’s chagrin, and then morphed into something more playful as Wukong gave Macaque a quick once-over glance, taking note of his lack of a fighting stance and slowly growing erection. What? He couldn’t help it, okay? It had been a while, and he and Wukong had a tendency to flirt with each other when they encountered each other on good terms. Besides, it wasn’t like this was a completely innocent situation.
“Were you? It looks like you were watching me.”
“Pssh… no! Why would I waste my time watching you? Fucking- jerking off or some shit..?”
“What’s the matter? Your silver tongue turn to lead? Here, come here," Wukong invited, though it left not much room for argument.
“N-no, I’ve already intruded enough,” Macaque said, averting his eyes to Wukong’s private moment.
“Oh nonsense. You obviously see something you like, and I see something I like, and you know my history with taking things that I like…” Wukong trailed off, letting Macaque’s overactive imagination fill in the blanks of Wukong taking him and all the implications it brought. But there was a hidden question of want there. To Macaque, there was only one real answer that wouldn’t end with dissatisfaction. He nodded, and Wukong grinned, beckoning him over, turning fully towards him, letting Macaque see him fully, taking him all in. He seemed to blow a kiss, but as a glimmer of gold floated in front of him, he knew different. A clone appeared before him, circling him once before gently but firmly guiding him forwards.
Macaque was pushed before Wukong, his mouth watering at the beautiful sight before him. An opportunity, a rare chance, to please his king. His king, gods, he hasn’t called him that, mentally or otherwise, in centuries… now felt like a fantastic chance to get back into the habit.
Wukong leaned back on an arm, his weeping cock heavy between his legs, begging for attention. Macaque sank to his knees before him, sounds sounding almost muffled as he took everything in. He looked up at Wukong with a feeling of holy reverence that he did not know he still held for the monkey king. But then, when he met Wukong’s eyes, and saw the same reverent look being reflected back at him, he almost melted right then and there. There was a hand on his jaw, grounding him.
“Think you can help me out?” Wukong asked. Macaque swallowed, and nodded. The clone behind him pressed up against his clothed ass, reaching around to touch him. Macaque let out a breath, swallowing hard again as he leaned forwards to start servicing Wukong. He cupped Wukong’s cock in his hand, giving small licks to the tip of it before taking him into his mouth.
His namesake flicked and twitched with every heavenly sound Wukong made as Macaque sucked his dick, sloppily moving his tongue along the shaft. He wasn’t an expert, by any means, but hopefully he was good enough for Wukong. There was a hand in Macaque’s hair, firmly holding him where he was, but still allowing for space to bob his head or breathe.
Macaque flinched when the clone grabbed the base of his tail, moaning around Wukong. The clone snapped the waistband of his pants, before pulling them down. A finger circled the rim of his ass, and Macaque nodded at the silent question. The finger pressed in, beginning to finger him. Macaque focused on his task and tried to relax for the prepping process, knowing rather intimately now that Wukong was not small.
He sucked and bobbed his head as best he could, despite the distracting feeling in his ass, the finger pumping steadily in and out. Then, another finger joined the first, and Macaque moaned again around Wukong’s cock. Wukong bucked into his mouth a bit, and Macaque managed to take it in stride, bobbing his head faster on the cock in his mouth. He was thankful that Wukong was letting him set the pace with the blowjob. It wasn’t the first one he’d given, but he was by no means well-versed in this form of the act, and appreciated the patience. He flattened his tongue against Wukong’s cock, giving a hard suck that had the hand on his head gripping his hair with the effort to not face fuck him. The Monkey King moaned loudly, so Macaque did it again, sucking harder with a little moan as the clone’s fingers pumped faster inside him.
Wukong’s hips bucked again, and he lightly started humping into Macaque’s face. Macaque suddenly let out a loud moan as the clone curled its fingers almost directly into his prostate. Macaque squirmed, pushing back onto the fingers, seeking more. It was readily given as a third finger pushed in, and the clone let him get used to that before fucking him with the hand again, aiming for his prostate. Macaque whined and moaned around the cock in his mouth, getting close already. What? It’s been a while.
Wukong’s little bucks into his mouth started becoming him just holding Mac’s head where he wanted it and shallowly fucking his face, tears forming in his eyes from the pressure and the pleasure.
Macaque could feel how close he was getting, and as the clone curled its fingers again, it grabbed at the base of his tail and lightly tugged it as his tail was squeezed, and that was all it took. Macaque came, shooting cum onto the bed and moaning around Wukong’s cock. Wukong, in turn, gripped the back of his head, letting out a long groan as cum shot down Macaque’s throat. He tried to swallow it all, but ultimately had to pull off to do so, coughing a bit. Some cum glistened on his lips, and his head felt fuzzy for a second. He could feel Wukong looking at him, so he looked up to meet his eyeline. He blinked up at him slowly, and Wukong blushed.
“Gods, you look wrecked…” Wukong murmured breathlessly. Macaque’s face was grabbed in Wukong’s hands, and he was pulled up into a kiss, their lips smashing together. Macaque moaned into Wukong’s mouth, and goddamn if it didn’t feel like Wukong was trying to suck out his soul through his mouth. His cock slowly filled back out as Wukong’s hands trailed along his sides, rubbing his thighs. Macaque felt like he was in heaven, floating on a cloud. His eyes fluttered open as Wukong pulled back a bit, and then he felt a presence behind him, pressing his back to a chest.
The clone wrapped his arms around Macaque, grabbing his arms and holding them together. He was shifted, suddenly laying back against the clone, Wukong moving to sit between his legs. Macaque’s breath hitched as Wukong rubbed his thigh a bit before helping him lift his hips to stuff a pillow under him. Macaque squirmed in anticipation, opening his legs wider. Wukong shifted closer in turn, slicking up his cock before rubbing the head against Macaque’s entrance, the fat head catching on his greedy hole, drawing whimpers of anticipation out of him.
“You ready, Macaque?” Wukong asked, hands landing on his hips, barely restraining himself from just pushing in already. Macaque could admire that he’s definitely learned some self-control in the years they’ve been apart. Macaque couldn’t keep him waiting anymore though, as he wanted this just as much. He nods, uttering a breathless word of affirmation, and with that, Wukong started pushing in.
Macaque threw his head back against the clone as Wukong’s cock breached the ring of muscle, moaning as he slowly pushed in, graciously allowing Macaque some time to adjust. He stopped when he got all the way in, waiting for Macaque to give the go-ahead before he started thrusting.
Macaque couldn’t remember the last time he’d been filled so well, stuffed so full. It definitely wasn't after he’d died, that was for sure. His hands jerked against the clone’s grip, desperate to grip onto something to ground himself. His breaths were heavy and his eyes were sealed shut, moaning lightly as his ass clenched around Wukong’s length.
Wukong cupped his face, startling him with the gentleness of the motion. “Can I move?” he asked. Macaque nodded, and Wukong’s grip on his hip grew firmer. Wukong began moving his hips, building up a rhythm. He firmly thrusted into Macaque, moaning as he thrusted into him. Macaque was quickly falling apart, unable to ground himself. Wukong felt so big inside of him, filling every part of him. He started angling his hips around, trying to find that special spot inside of him.
When he finally hit Macaque’s prostate, Macaque saw stars. He arched and thrashed in the clone’s hold, moaning loudly and cursing. Wukong grinned down at him, starting to piston his hips into the spot, his grip damn near bruising by now. Macaque was gasping with every breath, moaning loudly for Wukong, almost crying, unable to contain his noises.
His legs tried to wrap around Wukong’s waist, to gain that little bit of control, but he was denied by Wukong moving a hand to his leg and keeping them spread. The king kept thrusting roughly into Macaque, hitting the darker monkey’s prostate every time. Macaque was a mess, he could feel himself getting closer with every thrust, until finally, the coil snapped, and he threw his head back, arching his back as he came on their stomachs.
Wukong moaned as Macaque tightened around him, but only paused for a moment while Macaque came down from his orgasm.
Macaque could feel his arms be released, the limbs flopping bonelessly onto the bed. The clone shifted so that Macaque was lower in its lap as Wukong hefted his legs over his shoulders, still buried deep inside him. He didn’t process what that meant for him until Wukong started thrusting again, at that same unforgiving pace. Macaque nearly sobbed out a moan as Wukong leaned down, seemingly able to get in even deeper now. He could now grasp at the sheets for purchase, which is immediately what he did. He felt tears roll down his face as the overstimulation started to hit, only for them to be smeared away as Wukong kissed his face before smashing their lips together, licking a stripe across Macaque’s bottom lip, requesting entry. When he was denied, the clone wraps a hand around Macaque’s throat, not quite squeezing, but just resting firmly, applying enough pressure to make his head feel fuzzy and all the sensations amplified. He felt teeth graze one of his sensitive ears, and he gasps, Wukong slipping his tongue into Macaque’s mouth. Macaque moaned into the kiss, whimpering as Wukong dominated him so completely, pounding into him, kissing him so roughly.
Macaque felt high, the pressure on his neck amplifying both the pleasure and the overstimulation. His head felt light and heavy at the same time, limp against the clone’s chest. The clone’s free hand went to play with his ears, making him lean into the hand with a moan. Wukong broke the kiss, leaning back up until the strand of spit that tethered them together broke before diving back down to bite at Macaque’s bottom lip, kissing him again. He pulled off, moving to mouth at Macaque’s neck.
“I’m close,” Wukong gasped out. Macaque moaned his agreement as Wukong kept hammering into his prostate. “Can I come inside?”
“Yes- gods, please yes!” Macaque cried out, also getting close. Wukong bit down on Macaque’s shoulder, and that was enough to push him over the edge, cumming on their stomachs again. Wukong’s thrusts grew erratic, slamming into him a few more times before burying himself inside Macaque with a groan, cumming deep inside him. They both moaned, and Macaque arched up into Wukong, before being pulled back down by the clone, still caressing his chest.
They laid like that for a moment, not daring to move, wukong sucking hickies into his neck, the clone having released his throat after he came so he could properly catch his breath. Wukong only made to pull out when Macaque squirmed with overstimulation. Wukong nipped at his lowest ear before he moved fully away, letting Macaque’s legs drop and rest, the dark monkey heaving. The clone kisses his forehead gently before poofing away, macaque being swiftly caught by one of Wukong’s strong arms and laid down against the mattress.
Wukong laid down against him, holding him close as Macaque trembled slightly, still limp and mentally out of it. Wukong kissed at his neck and jaw, gently rubbing his ears. A broken purr rumbled to life in Macaque’s chest.
“You did so good for me,” the king whispered in his sensitive ears. “Felt so good…” Macaque hummed lightly, trying to wake himself up, his eyes hazy and unfocused, eyelids heavy.
Wukong kept rubbing his ears, watching Macaque's eyelids flutter as he tried to keep himself awake.
“Sleep, Mihou…” Wukong whispered softly. He’d clean him up when he fell asleep, but first, he’d let him be comfortable. Macaque finally succumbed to the lull of sleep, and Wukong held him close as he did, welcoming the gentle nostalgia of the moment.