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Since Macaque and Wukong became mates, he's been living a life of luxury.
And he's absolutely pissed about it.
From the moment he met Wukong he knew that he was the only one he'd ever be in love with. Even if it ended in heartbreak and agony, he couldn't imagine a life not standing by the impulsive, reckless, and carefree golden sages side.
And he still can't.
After their heated confession spurred by a revealing dress on Macaque part and surge of- quite frankly hilarious- jealousy on Wukong's part, there's no doubt in his mind that he's never going to love anyone the way he loves his king.
Never going to want anyone the way he wants him.
And he wants him so fucking badly.
But Wukong- that lovable idiot that he now calls a mate- wants to start from the top.
He wants to properly court him before they sleep together again.
And now, Macaque did request to be courted properly, he didn't realize that meant not fucking again until the whole process was complete.
So here he is.
Sitting in a cold bath at midnight, deeply frustrated. His hands no longer working even a third as well as they used to.
Not now that he's felt something so much better.
He'd tried for nearly an hour after waking up from a particularly vivid dream of his king, just to find his release, and in the end it was painfully unsatisfying.
He needs his king, desperately.
And right about now, as he steps out of his bath, he doesn't think he has the patience to wait for for the end of the courtship.
He wants his mate now.
Drying off and getting dressed in fresh nightwear, he can't help but glance at some of the new additions to his wardrobe.
New dresses.
A few from Princess Iron Fan, who finished rearranging her own wardrobe and figured he might like the dresses she wasn't planning on keeping.
And several others, expensive violet, red, gold and silver silk dresses, are proper courting gifts from Wukong.
It makes him genuinely smile. As sexual frustrated as he's been these last few weeks, he's never been more in love with Wukong then when he's standing in front of him, shuffling his feet, tail swaying nervously.
Holding out a new gift for him.
From a pretty dress, to elegant silver and gold jewelry set with precious gems, and rare magic and enchanted weapons.
The dresses and weapons being his favorite. The jewelry is nice to though. Especially rings and cuffs, as he can wear them easily with his normal clothes.
And wearing or using the gifts given by a demon courting you is important. It shows the reciprocation of their affections, and Macaque has made sure to wear the new dresses and jewelry at every one of the brotherhoods gatherings.
And wears a particular set of gold arm cuffs everyday now, as they match most of his usual clothing very well.
Wukong has also gone out of his way to be the one to bring him his every meal. From waking him up with breakfast in bed, to bringing him snacks throughout the day when he's training or just lounging around the mountain.
Most demon courtships can last about a year or two, with it ending in a proper courtnapping, though some demon species have a few minor differences and extra steps.
With monkey demons like Macaque and Wukong having nesting instincts, to make a proper nest for them and their future mate to sleep in and presenting it to them after courtnapping them.
Macaque isn't sure how Wukong is planning to go about the courtnapping part, given they already live together, but the king insists that he has a plan for it.
He's endlessly curious about it but can't get Wukong to crack, only being met with smug smirks and amused laughter every time he pries.
He sits in bed for a while contemplating the last few weeks. The sweet kisses, and soft cuddles.
It's been everything he ever wanted. Wukong's eyes sparkling the moment he sees Macaque, racing and tripping over his feet to be by his side.
And suddenly, even the things they would do before becoming mates felt so much more intimate and sweet. Grooming each other in the afternoons, soaking in the hot springs at night (where Macaque get's the absolute fucking delight of seeing his mate's cock, but not being able to fuck himself on it), and even just sitting together eating fruit, and talking about random things.
Tails now tangled together at every turn, gentle kisses exchanged, and endless cuddling. With the moment they sit down next to each other in their normal spot under a peach tree on the mountain, Wukong pulls him into his lap now, nuzzling into his neck, and kissing the golden bite mark.
A fully healed mating mark, laced with Wukong's magic and aura to let every demon that so much looks at Macaque know that he's taken.
A matching black and violet laced shadowy bite scar on the opposite side of Wukong's neck.
Both marks usually hidden under their respective scarves, they've taken to not wearing them when alone, loving the sight of each others mark on the other.
And while this is all well and good, these last two days in particular, any time Wukong touches him he feels that familiar rush of heat over his body. Wanting so much more than what the golden sage is giving him.
And gods help him when Wukong kisses the mating mark on his neck so sweetly and innocently- nearly shattering Macaque's already fragile willpower and making him beg his king to just bend him over already.
...
He should go back to bed.
His thoughts are wandering to far again.
So he does.
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When he wakes up, his fur is damp with sweat, and he's gasping for breath.
The room drenched in the scent of plum blossoms and lavender.
His legs shake as his whole body aches in need and when he pushes himself up he can feel the slick soaking through his pants, an agonizing ache in his core so strong it dizzies him.
The heat is suffocating and he's ripping his shirt of in an instant, fumbling to throw off his blankets and get out of bed.
When he goes to stand he hits the ground hard, arms wrapping around his middle as he's shocked with a ripple of need that cramps up his whole body.
"F-fuck..."
Gods, he should have fucking realized what was happening. Seen the signs.
His normal heat isn't for another three weeks- usually hitting him bi-monthly except in the spring where they increase to once a month.
But he's just been properly claimed by a mate, and has spent every day since with him, being courted and desperate for more.
He's triggered his heat early.
The past two days of increased horniness being his preheat warning that he'd completely brushed off thinking he was just growing needy for his new mate.
His legs shake violently as he forces himself off the ground, and to the door, his clarity fading fast from the overwhelming pheromones bleeding into his head and off of him.
Filling the hallway air with the smell of plum blossoms and lavender, but that's not the smell haunting his senses.
Peach blossoms and summer rain.
Wukong.
He wants Wukong. Needs him.
He needs his mate.
He's leaning on the wall for support, rough stone against his palm stabilizing him as his shaky legs moving him as fast as they can. Pain shoots through his core with every step, cunt clenching achingly onto nothing as it drips slick down his inner thighs, soaking his pants so much he's sure he's going to start dripping onto the floor soon.
When he reaches the others door, he doesn't even get to knock before Wukong is pulling it open, sniffing the air.
He must have smelled him coming.
The very thought sends a shiver through him.
When he sees Macaques, leaning against his door frame shirtless, struggling to breath with how sweltering he is, hot tears falling down his face from the pain, his eyes reasonably widen in shock.
"Plum, you're in hea-"
Before he can even finish the stupidly obvious statement, Macaque is on him.
Arms leaping to wrap around his neck and pull him into a desperate kiss, teeth nearly knocking together, but luckily Wukong tilts his head just in time.
Macaques legs falls limp as Wukong wraps one hand around his waist, and the other runs through the fur on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, and supporting his weight.
And then gripping the fur and yanking him back when Macaque pushes further, pulling at Wukong's tunic. He whines pathetically at the feeling, the tug sending shocks of pleasure through him, and another rush of slick down his legs.
"F-fuck, Míhóu, you're dripping..." Wukong gasps out, voice husky as he glances down and does a double take at the sight.
He can only whine at the words, and try and push forward again- seriously debating tackling him to the ground if he has to, to make his desires perfectly clear to the dumb golden king.
"W-wait, Míhóu, there are- we can't-" Before he can even finish the sentence a hiccuped sob leaves his mouth.
We can't.
We can't.
Why can't we?
Macaque needs him, his mate needs him.
"Please, peaches-" He gasps out helplessly between pained tears, another ache cutting him off he grips Wukong tighter, nearly doubling over.
"I need you! I need you right now, peaches, please-!" He cries pushing up against his king, holding onto his shoulders tightly, rubbing his thighs together for some kind of friction, but it only sends more pains through him.
It's not what he wants, not what he needs.
He needs him.
"N-no, don't cry plum- fuck you smell so- your room- we're going to your room." Wukong picks him up suddenly, wrapping his legs around him he wastes no time grinding against the king with a loud moan.
He doesn't even close his door as he rushes through the hall, back the way Macaque came.
"W-Wukong~" He moans, arms wrapped tight around the others neck, burying his face into his fur and breathing in his scent.
Peach blossoms and summer rain.
He groans at the smell alone, pressing his hips harder against his kings. He can feel his wetness soaking into Wukong's shirt, but he could care less.
He can consider it payback for ruining his dress last time they did this.
He can vaguely hear the sound of his own door opening, slamming shut, and then the click of the lock before he's pressed into bed, moaning like a needy whore at the action, and the mere feeling of his mate above him.
Looking down at him with those pretty ruby eyes, clouding with lust, pulling his tunic over his head.
Macaque's hands are on him instantly, running up his strong torso and chest until they wrap around Wukong's neck again as he leans down to kiss him.
A wrack of cramping pain though has him pulling away with a sharp gasp and painful cry.
"Plum? Are you okay? What's wrong?" His king asks frantically and his legs, still locked around the others waist, pull his hips down to his.
"Hurts- I need you- please, peaches- it hurts!" He begs, head thrown back as he bucks up into Wukong's waist- moaning when he feels his hard length against his sopping heat.
"Okay- okay, plum, but you need to let me go- I need to get our pants off." He reasons hands grabbing at Macaques legs to pry them off, making him whine out- but he lets it happen.
He can't get what he want's with their pants on.
As Wukong moves off the bed to pull his off with quiet curses, he wiggles out of his, nearly tearing them as he finally kicks them off and flips around onto his knees.
Bending forward and presenting himself to his king, his mate, shamelessly, tail high in the air curled in excitement, looking back, at Wukong, dripping in anticipation.
Savoring the look that crosses his face when he turns back and sees Macaques position. Breath hitching, body tense as his already half hard cock quickly grows harder at the sight.
And even in his haze, Macaque can't help but smile at his king, tilting his head and flicking his tail, beckoning him over.
And he luckily wastes no time, and Macaques breath catches when he feels his King behind him, hands gripping the pillow below him.
He chokes on a moan when he feels the tip at his entrance, but growls when it slides past it through his dripping folds, grazing against his clit- which does pull another whiny moan from him though.
Wukong's warmth presses against his back as he leans over him, warm breath hitting the back of his ears.
"Heat or no heat, you need prepped, Míhóu..." He murmurs and Macaque dizzies.
"I don't- no I don't, please peaches- I fucked myself on my hand earlier, you can feel it, I don't need prep, I promise!" He pleads, pressing back and forth against Wukong's dick for more friction against his clit, moaning at every feather light touch of the tip of his kings cock against the bundle of nerves.
One thing Macaque has thought about endlessly since the night they first became mates- the last time they had sex, was how much warmer his sun was compared to him.
A living furnace, from head to toe.
His hands being the perfect representation of that, so much warmer then Macaques own, which are chilly on their own, and down right freezing in comparison.
It's a clear difference when their cuddling, or holding hands, or Wukong pressing two hot fingers into his cunt.
He borderline screams at the feeling, forehead pressing to the mattress, sweat dripping down his brow.
It's not what he really wants from him, but it's something.
And in just one experimental pump it sends him over the edge. Velvety walls throbbing around his mates fingers, his claws digging into the sheets, easily piercing them as he groans out.
"Did you- Míhóu-" Wukong's voice is lilted with surprised but Macaque doesn't give him the chance to speak, already hazy mind fogging up even more with his climax.
He quickly rocks back onto his mates fingers, moaning as need pulses through him twice as strong.
He's never had a partner during his heats before, but he's both read and been told that when you have one, it quickly gets worse before it gets better. Every touch feeling ten times more sensitive, and reducing the heat from a full week to a day or two of frantic and nonstop 'intercourse.'
Aka in demon terms 'fucking hard and fast again and again until your body simply can't anymore.'
"Peaches~! Please, I don't need any prep- I just need you!" He begs, soft gasping moans leaving him as he picks up his pace, rocking onto his kings warm fingers faster and faster.
And realizing quickly, even in his haze that Wukong's trimmed his claws. Unable to sheath them like Macaque can, they've always been a razor sharp natural weapon that Wukong often used in battle.
One that Macaque, before they became mates, often told him he should trim so he'd stop scratching up furniture and accidently cutting himself when he goes to scratch an itch. Alas, the King was always so stubborn about it, not willing to trim his beloved claws no matter what Macaque said.
Until the last time they were in this vulnerable position, and his sun couldn't properly touch him, and definitely couldn't finger him with the little razors on his hands.
But now, they're completely trimmed, and filed down to dull points, Macaque moans particularly loudly at the thought that he'd done it just for this exact purpose.
"Fuck, fine- but if I hear a single hiss, or ow, we're stopping and starting over!" He threatens right in his ears, pulling his fingers out and he whines at the shot of pain that shoots through him from the emptiness alone.
"It hurts more to be empty, Wukong, I need you to fill me, please~!" He wiggles his hip, and stills in excitement when Wukong pulls back, lining his cock to the shadow demons entrance.
"Yesyesyesyes- Fuck! Yes, peaches- Wukong~!" He cries out the curse, screaming a moan when his mate finally pushes inside- obviously meaning to go slow, but not realizing that with how slick he is on the outside, where it's coming from is even worse.
He ends up sliding in far easier then he clearly expected, bottoming out with an almost painful groan.
"Gods Míhóu, how the fuck are you tighter than last time?" He growls out, almost like he's genuinely mad about the fact, hands gripping his hips so hard he's sure he'll have bruises of Wukong's fingerprints under his fur tomorrow.
And yet the way he fights and fails to keep his hips from subtly bucking into him tells Macaque it's not a complaint.
"Fuck- fuck. Míhóu~" The sage moans above him, the sound music to his ears, his thoughts spinning as he bites his lip, reveling in the relief of finally being filled.
Pain subsiding from his aching core, leaving nothing but pleasure behind.
And a desperate need for more.
Gripping the sheets under him he presses back into Wukong-
"A m- Gods- a minute, plum- This will be over way to fast if you don't give me just a minute..." His mate breathes out, squeezing Macaques hips tighter to hold them still.
When he looks back at him, he cherishes the sight- his eyes screwed shut, head thrown back, mouth hung open gasping for breath as his hips are pressed against Macaques, length buried deep in his soaking heat.
He looks so close just by being inside of him that it makes an idea pops into Macaques head.
"Peaches~" He sighs out with a smile and a happy twirl of his tail brushing it slowly under Wukong's chin, making him tense even more looking down at Macaque, grip on his hips tightening and if Macaque isn't careful here the other might just accidently crush his hip bone like this.
But he takes the risk anyway, and meets his lovers eye with all the love in his heart.
"Cum for me, my king."
The request is followed by a tight squeeze around the others cock who gasps at the feeling, hips pulling back and thrusting into him in one hard motion-
"Yes! Just like that peaches~!" He moans as the liquid heat fills him-
And Macaque's head is shoved forward, a hand in his mane gripping his fur hard and pressing his face into the pillow, Wukong's chest against his back as he presses forward, a low growl in his throat that tears another moan from him.
"Do it again, and I'll make you cum by yourself three times before I let you cum from my cock, got it?" The threat is whispered on a low growl directly in his ears, breath heavy and while the chill it sends up his spine is hot, the threat- no- promise, is terrifying.
But the warmth that's filled his cunt is all he really cares about- a confirmation that he's gotten exactly what he wanted.
If he has to be embarrassed later about cumming so quickly, so does Wukong.
"G-got it~" He promises, and Wukong nips at his ears, and starts laying smoldering kisses along the back of his neck.
It only takes a single press back to feel something that pulls another moan from Macaque.
"Y-you're still hard~" He whines out like it's the best news he's ever heard, tail wagging as tries to pull away from Wukong and then push back.
"With the way you are right now? It's hard not to be, plum." He sighs, pressing his forehead to the back of Macaques neck, drawing his hips back, and snapping them forward.
"You smell intoxicating, you could give a waterfall a run for its money, and you look fucking beautiful, Míhóu~" He lists, with each punctuation snapping a strong thrust into him, and he starts to lose his voice from the moans at each praise, and snap of the others hips.
"It's a miracle you didn't trigger my rut the moment I smelled you coming down the hall- you woke me from my fucking sleep." It's a miracle he still hasn't in general, with ruts being notoriously much easier to trigger early than heats.
"W-Wukong~! Harder!" He calls out rocking back and forth on his mates dick easier now that one of his hands is occupied pressing the side of his head into the pillows.
The sage gladly obeys, setting a steady rhythm, thrusting into him harder, hands digging into his mane, tugging at his fur and lifting Macaques head up, loud moans filling the room from both of them.
A symphony of moans, gasps, and the wet slapping of his lovers cock into his cunt fills the room.
The last time they fucked, he'd been wet enough to rival one of his past heats, but this- with a partner, no, a mate, filling him up so perfectly, hitting all of the right spots, stretching him so well- it's nothing like before.
He's going to be fucking dehydrated after this.
"F-faster, please, Wukong- faster!" His words are breathless and hard to shout between moans but he eventually wrangles it out and Wukong picks up the pace.
Now going about as fast and hard as Macaque had begged him to go last time, he kisses and nips at the back of Macaques neck, trailing down to his golden mating mark.
"You're fertilities higher during your heats right, plum? Do you think we can get lucky on the first try?" His voice is hot the shells of his ears, glowing and illuminating the pillows under him, flicking wildly at every lewd sound spewing from either or their mouths.
"Maybe if I fill you up enough~ And keep you full all night, it'll give it no choice but to stick..." He growls low, his own words effecting him just as much as Macaque who rake's his claws down the bed, the wild base instinct of his heat rearing its head.
"Please- yes~! I want your cub's Wukong, please~!" He begs the very idea of it making his head spin.
"Oh, don't worry, Míhóu... If it's the last thing I do, I promise I'll pump as many of my cubs in you as you want. The moment you give the word, I swear it~ We'll have beautiful little ones running all around the mountain..." He vows.
Words spinning a tight coil in his core. Pulled taut, ready to snap just a few more hard thrusts-
Wukong's hand releases his head, letting him bury it back into the pillow and bringing it down his shoulder, wrapping around his torso, he runs a hand over his pecs, down his stomach, to his heat. His finger easily slipping through the folds and pressing against his clit.
And one single rough circle and press against the hypersensitive bud has him screaming out a moan, walls clenching as the coil snaps for the second time tonight.
"Gods, Míhóu, perfect- you're so fucking perfect for me like this..." Wukong's thrust stutter as Macaque spasms around him in his orgasm, pulling him off the cliff with him.
Another load of hot seed roughly pumped into him. He can feel it filling him up to the brim, not much room left in him from Wukong's first load and his length still thrusting into him through his climax.
But his fucked dumb brain is certain he can handle at least three or four more.
He's certain he'll be rounding out with Wukong's cub in no time if he does.
"Sunshine~" He purrs a moan, pressing back into his mate again, already ready for more, heat blazing through him again, his clit throbbing for more attention.
"Just a second- gods, the only time I've ever wanted my rut to hit. It'd be much easier to keep up..." He chuckles, forehead resting on his back.
He idly lets his fingers slide over Macaques clit again, and is rewarded with a loud shuttered moan.
A low chuckle rumbles straight from his chest along side a deep purr.
"So sensitive... How inconsiderate of me not giving you any proper attention here~" He hums, hand rubbing circles around the bud leaving him gasping at the simulation.
"Think I can make you come like this alone, plum? I'm pretty sure I can~" He teases brushing over the bundle of nerves in a feather light touch.
"Wukong~" He whines when he pulls away completely, the golden sage sitting up- but bringing Macaque with him.
Suddenly upright, sitting speared on his king's dick leaning limply back into Wukong's arms, wrapped around him, one resting at his chest, fingers gentle feeling up his pec, stopping to pinch his nipple and earn a sharp gasp from the darker furred demon.
His other hand moving back onto the head of his clit, rubbing firm and slow.
Macaque gives a low guttural moan, wanting to buck into the hand, but held firmly in place by both Wukong's arm moving down around his waist, and length still deep inside of him.
The room filled with his sharp gasps and moans as warm fingers rub against him.
His core throbbing around the cock, making it twitch inside him and earning him repeated sharp inhales from his mate, and particularly rough presses against his clit that have him throwing his head back against his king's shoulder.
He presses firm scalding kisses against Macaques fluttering ears and jaw, and down his neck. The shadow demon brings a hand up to card through Wukong's mane, turning his head and pulling his king to him is a quite frankly sloppy and awkward kiss, but fuck does the rough drag of Wukongs finger against his clit make make it the best kiss he's ever had.
"P-peaches!" Back arching, and pulling away to gasp the others name when one of his rough calluses from years of combat training graze against the bud- a feeling similar to his own hands but warmer, rougher.
He quickly finds himself melting into moans as the motion is repeated again and again, rubbing back and forth at a faster pace, he turns back to Wukong, who's already looking at him.
A smug smirk and lidded gaze, watching the shadow users face as it contorts with pleasure. He presses his forehead to Macaques, watching as his eyes screw shut, hips jerking into Wukong's touch he holds him firmly in place, but makes up for it with a rough circle around his clit and a rougher press against it.
"C-close, Wukong, so close~!" He cries, trying to lift himself up instead and press back down onto Wukong, the other groaning at the action but not stopping it, so he takes it as a sign to continue.
Lifting up as much as he can off his mates length and falling back down onto it.
"Gods help you during my next rut, Míhóu, because that fucking room is never going to be able to hold me when I know this is waiting for me just outside of it." He swears, bucking up into the other.
"G-good." He stutters, choking on a moan when Wukong catches his clit between two fingers and pinches lightly.
Unable to manage words, he lets out a pathetic pitchy moan, voice cracking through it as another wave of his cum gushes between his legs over his king's cock.
His cunt throbbing and clenching down on his king, and he gets a low growl from him in response.
And in all but a moment he has him pressed back into the bed.
"Do you still want more, moonlight?" He asks after a moment, Macaques head still spinning from the climax, simply wraps his tail around the others torso, pulling him down to press back against him.
Because from the fucking feel of Wukong inside of him, his mate definitely wants more.
And who is he to deny his king?
He wastes no time setting a brutal pace, nailing into Macaque roughly. A hand slides down Macaques arm as he chokes on his moans, muffled by the pillow he's biting, and slipping his fingers in between Macaque's holding his hand so fucking gently.
The soft gesture not at all matching how hard he's fucking him.
Gods if he knew his heats with Wukong by his side would be like this he would have caved hundreds of years ago, begging the golden king to rail him long before the Brotherhood was formed or Princess Iron Fan dressed him up in that fucking dress.
Which he had thanked her for avidly once he could walk again.
And Wukong got her a large basket of the freshest fruits on the mountain, mostly lychee since Brother Bull said it was her favorite.
Heats like this were always such a painful thing. A burden of aching need that he was helplessly unable to find satisfaction for, for nearly a whole week every two months since he was nineteen.
Hundreds.
Hundreds of years, each and every heat spent desperate for his best friend, and not once did he yield to the desire.
And he has never wished he could go back in time and kick his past self in the fucking teeth more for it then he does right now.
How could his fingers ever compare to this? Low rumbling growls, sharp bites and nips at the back of his neck and shoulders, and, of course, the warm cock fucking into him like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance to.
And yet a hand holding his so gently, and soft hot kisses following every bite, and fuck has he never felt more loved then he does right here and right now.
Surrounded by the sweet, floral, and fresh smell of peach blossoms and rain.
Held in the strong golden furred arms of his king, his mate.
Who ruts into him like his life depends on it, drawing moan after moan, and cries of pleasure as he feels his next climax come tumbling towards him quickly.
"Lean forward a little more moonlight~" His mate demands and Macaque listens with ease, sliding further into the bed, back arching at the guide of Wukong's free hand on his back.
And both hands are back on his hips, as he sits up, lifting them higher and-
"Fuck! Wukong~!" It's all he can do to scream out his kings name, teeth snapping to bite into the pillow muffling his moans that he's sure the whole mountain can hear at this point.
"Hm, thought so. A little to the right... It takes some angling to get to." His king murmurs, almost more to himself then the blissed out Macaque.
Thighs shaking, his claws buried into the torn mattress, he sees stars as the wire in his center snaps and euphoria washes over him.
And he's not certain how close Wukong was before, but the spasmed throbbing of his cunt around his dick sends him over the edge too as he fucks him through his orgasm, more hot cum filling him.
Wukong falls against him, catching his breath as Macaque manages to pull his claws from the mattress.
A new kind of molten heat pooling in his center as the last of his head is clouded, finally succumbing to the worst of his heat.
His next two-ish days soon to be spent completely mindless, these three rough rounds just the fucking foreplay for the real hit of hormones and pheromones mixing in his brain ready to send him spirling.
"Okay- let me get us some water then we can- agk!" The moment Wukong pulls out of him and he can feel his seed leaking out of him, he twists around, leaping on his mate, pinning him to the bed, hands resting on his chest.
Moaning as he sinks back down on his cock.
"F-fuck- moonlight- plum, Míhóu!" Wukong grabs his hips, having to hold him still with a desperate amount of effort.
He can barely hear his mate, mind overwhelmed with a scarlet haze.
Scarlet like his king's pretty ruby eyes.
Like the blood of his enemies dripping off his claws, gods he's claimed such a beautiful, powerful mate~
He fights against Wukong to try and fuck himself back onto him, and whines pitifully when his king uses a genuine amount of his strength to pull him off.
Pleading, needy chittering falling from his lips.
"Gods, plum, I knew you wouldn't have much control when it hit you fully, but devolving to monkey chatter?" Wukong chuckles breathlessly and Macaque can't possibly see what's funny about this.
He needs him.
He needs his mate, and he's right there so why won't he just-
"Don't start crying, moonlight- here, come on-" Wukong comforts gently sitting up and swinging over the side of the bed, Macaque in his arms sniffling, legs hooking around his waist and arms clinging to his neck.
He starts kissing and licking at the shadow laced mating mark gracing his king's shoulder as he walks them to the bathroom.
The action does earn Macaque pleased hum and purr, which is all well and good, but not what he fucking wants-
"Drink." Macaque growls when he's pulled back and a red cub is shoved in front of his face.
"Don't bare your teeth at me, Míhóu, drink and we can go again. Promise." His king commands.
His mate. His powerful, beautiful mate.
Macaque's never drank water so fast in his life.
The tap water from the bathroom sink is room temperature, but against his admittedly sore throat it feels like an ice laced healing potion.
He ends up drinking two and a half cups before Wukong takes his turn to chug some, while Macaque goes back to kissing at his neck, and along his jaw, licking up the drops of water that slip down his chin as he drinks.
All of it making his king squeeze the arm around his waist tighter.
And Macaque trills happily when he carries him back to the bed, laying him down and kissing him fully, deeply- not something they could do easily in the last position.
Teeth nipping at his lips, he doesn't bother playing the 'brat' roll, just wanting anything and everything his mate will give him.
Welcoming his mates warmth as it licks greedily into his mouth, tracing his teeth, running along the roof of his, Macaque holds him close, arms around his neck, lips chasing after him when he does finally pull away.
"I need a moment, moonlight, but trust me, we're not done." He whispers, a shudder running through him at the words.
He leans back down, trailing slow hot kisses along his jaw and down his neck and on his collar bone. His arms shifting to move further down, scorching lips somehow burning hotter then Macaques already sweltering skin- his thick dark fur being no help.
He reaches his chest, furless and bare, kissing along his pecs softly as Macaque rubs his thighs together, needy and impatient, and chirping out as much to his king, who chuckles.
The huff of hot breath hits his chest as he continues his kisses until he reaches one of his nipples, and his breath catches. His king's hands come up to caress his pecs, thumbs tracing the scars of his top surgery slowly as he licks a hot stripe over the sensitive bud, his other hand coming up to brush his thumb against the other.
He groans at the touch, pushing his chest up into the hot mouth as it presses a follow up kiss on the bud, taking it between his teeth and pulling, Macaque darts a hand up from clenching the bed to grab the back of his kings mane and grip onto his fur, tightly.
Wukong lets out a low growl and releases the bud, opening his mouth and biting.
Teeth piercing the skin surrounding the areola, pinching and tugging the other with his fingers.
Macaque chokes out a broken cry as he feels the dampness of both his king's saliva and his blood pooling around the bite. Not deep, but enough that Wukong has to swipe some red off of his fang with his tongue as he pushes back, look up at Macaque with a smug smile that he melts under.
A rush of pheromones decide to hit him in this exact moment, and his eyes nearly roll back, spreading his legs as the already overwhelming smell of plum blossoms and lavender becomes suffocating, fresh slick dripping from him, he cries out for his king.
Pathetic whimpers, chirps, and chitters as that horrible familiar pain aches in his core. Desperation.
His mate.
He needs him in his arms, his kiss hot against his lips, his hands roaming his body, his cock splitting him open-
His eyes finally come back into focus when he feels his king's warm kisses trailing down his chest, down his torso, far quicker then before.
The smell of his heat probably hitting his bonded mate just as hard.
He chirps down needy and curious- fogged up mind not clear what he's going.
At least not until he feels his warm breath hovering over his folds.
Arms wrap around his thighs to put them up and over his shoulders, wrapping around to hold them open- not that he needs to- Macaque is gladly spread for him.
"Absolutely soaking, moonlight~ I've wanted a taste since I saw you standing in my doorway, dripping onto the floor..." He murmurs, eyes lidded as he looks up as Macaque, resting his cheek against the wet fur of his thighs.
Licking his lips with a simple tilt of his head.
Asking for permission.
As if they're not way past the consent stage of all of this.
He nods frantically, but Wukong doesn't budge.
"I wanna hear it, plum~" He demands and Macaque's breath grows heavy, chittering a desperate agreement-
"Words." He says more firmly, and whether this is teasing or he's completely serious Macaque doesn't know and doesn't fucking care.
He searches his craving, hazy mind, trying to remember how to speak-
"Y-yes, please Wukong-"
"Good enough."
He chokes on a moan as his sun dives in, molten hot tongue licking a long stripe from his entrance- dripping with slick and both of their cum- to the head of his clit. Lips closing around the bud and giving a light suck.
Macaque bucks into the scalding mouth, thighs closing to try and pull his head closer into his heat, but his well placed arms keep them pried open.
So he brings a hand down to grasp at his mane, trying to force his head down.
This, he thankfully yields to, though Macaque can feel the damn smile on his face as he starts the endless task of lapping up the soaking mess of his weeping cunt.
But Wukong has always loved a challenge, and buries himself into Macaques folds, hot tongue starting at his entrance, hands gripping his thighs tightly, starting with soft kisses against his flowery folds, and then deeper licks into them.
Experimental and cautious.
But in very rapid Wukong fashion, after quickly deciding he loves the taste, and throws that caution to the wind.
Tongue dipping into his cunt, his teeth graze him in a dangerous way that makes his thighs shake in Wukong's hold. His grip on his mates mane tightening, and Wukong growls- the vibration making his back arch.
The sounds of his whines, gasped breaths, breathy moans, and the wet lapping of Wukong's tongue dipping in and out of his cunt fill the dark room.
His eyes are screwed shut as he eats him out, moving and pressing perfectly against his slick soaked walls, occasionally pulling away lick through his folds to his clit and licking and sucking on it and sending Macaque's head spinning.
He has half a mind to use the hand on the back of his mates head to guide him, but what he's doing right now is fucking perfect.
Where in the fresh hell did he learn this? His tongue tracing through his folds, and letting his teeth lightly graze them here and there, sending shivers up Macaques spine.
A loud purr rumbles in Wukong's chest the vibrations hitting his clit head on and then back down to his entrance, fresh wetness ready for him drink up every time he comes back from giving the bundle of nerves some attention, and he revels in it.
Feasting like a... Well, like a fucking king on his cunt.
That familiar coil, that at this point Macaque might as well be on a first name basis with, winds up in his center, and he starts to press Wukongs head deeper into him with a loud signalling moan, plum blossom and lavender scent spiking.
Wukong tightens his grip, moaning as he dives his tongue deeper, and while Macaque can't possibly imagine he tastes as good as Wukong is acting like he does, looking down and seeing his king rutting against the bed, hard and dripping with precum, all from merely lapping up his slick and their cum out of him like a man in the desert who's found a sparkling oasis, is a pleasure all of its own.
He wants to call his name, to sing his praises like a canary, but his ability to speak properly is completely compromised by the dizzying chemicals in his brain, stripping him down to his base instincts.
Trilling and chittering his praises instead, he prays they have the same effect as normal words would.
Letting his king know how good he's doing, how pretty he looks in between his legs, and how fucking amazing his tongue feels inside his cunt.
His king curls his tongue inside of him, tilting his head and swiping along that perfect spot, and Macaque grips his fur- hard.
Vision blurring as his ears flutter around his head, shadows licking around his fur with cold touches as he loses his grip on his powers, cunt gushing with his release and Wukong not even pausing from his actions to let Macaque breathe.
His pace becomes frantic, licking up his dripping fluids as they leak of of him, and even pressing his mouth to his entrances and sucking-
Which nearly sends him over the edge again.
His thighs are shaking violently when Wukong lets go of them, chest heaving as he watches his mate pull away, chin dripping, licking his lips with a dumb smile, eyes lidded and glazed over, looking like he's the one that just got eaten out.
And it only takes a quick glance down to see that he'd cum off the very taste of him too. Macaque will gladly tease him about it later, but for now he's more happy to watch him with love drunk eyes.
"How'd I do?" He teases, crawling back up rest on top of Macaque, who goes boneless under him, cupping his sunshine's face in his hands and pulling him down to kiss him.
Licking the taste of himself off of his lips as they both melt into the kiss.
He tastes salty, and surprisingly enough, sweet.
A bit like plums.
Gods, that's why he'd liked it so much.
He chuckles at the realization, as they pull away from each other.
He can feel the first violent wave of his heat starting to settle after five mind-numbing climaxes physically exhausting him.
The room is brightening now, light from the morning sun flooding through the cracks of the curtains over the windows in his room.
They've been going at it all night.
"You coming too, Míhóu?" He asks with a smile, a hand on his face, thumb lightly stroking his cheek as he blinks.
His breathing slowed to a normal rate, and his body cooling down enough that the thick fog clouding his head can start to clear.
The smell of plum blossoms and lavender dulling
He hums a gentle response, body sagging with exhaustion as he lays limply below him.
"Tired?"
"Very..."
"I'll start a bath and get us some food, try not to fall asleep. You need to eat and drink some more water before another wave hits you." He gets up, and Macaque whines at the loss of warmth, body now chilly in comparison to the earlier sweltering heat.
"Come on, my moon. Left's get you cleaned up..."
Macaque tunes him out after he picks him up, eyes slowly blinking in and out of consciousness at the sound of running water.
He drinks every cup of water Wukong hold in front of him, and soaks blissfully in a warm bath for awhile while his mate sends a clone to get them food.
Something filling and some fruit to snack on later in case they can't get around to other meals throughout the day.
He vaguely recalls mumbling something about mangos- the smell of plum blossoms oozing from him earlier being so stifling the very thought of his favorite fruit right now makes him nauseous.
And then he soaks in the warmth for what feels like the blink of an eye. Eyes closed, drifting off as the water eases his tired body to sleep.
"Hey now, moonlight, don't go falling asleep yet. We've still gotta get you fed after this." Warm hands gently slide along his body.
His arms, back, chest and in between his legs, carefully massaging fur shampoo and conditioner, just the way Macaque prefers- having had to force the king to start doing the same recently.
His insistent use of two in one before they were mates he could live with, but now? He refuses to be bonded with someone who can't properly care for their fur in the most basic of ways.
Already there's been a difference in the golden sage's wavy, damn near curly fur, from not only the new products Macaque got for him, but from the oils he's taken to massaging into his fur every time they go to the hot springs together.
It's shinier, softer, and doesn't get tangled or knotted half as easily anymore.
When he finishes, he lets Macaque soak a little longer after rinsing him, until he starts nodding off again, and then scoops him out of the tub- garenteeably drenching himself and the floor, but whatever.
He'll yell at him later for it.
So now he sits here, in his mates lap, towel dried and eating a steaming bowl of noodles.
Wukong ended up having to discard some of the blankets Macaque had been laying directly on top to the floor- thoroughly soaked and stained with their bodily fluids, and summoning some new light air sheet like ones from his hair.
"You done eating, plum?" He asks from behind him, tone low and tired.
"Hm." He hums handing the empty bowl over and grabbing a mango.
Tired, but also hungry.
And he know for a fact they're going to end up missing some meals until his heat settles, so it's best to fill up while he can, in between waves of overwhelming lust and desire clouding his thoughts and burning up his body.
"Are you okay?" He has the presence of mind to ask as he notes the bags under his mates eyes when he looks up at him.
"Huh? Oh, trust me, I'm more than okay, my moon. Tired. But one late night won't kill me." He yawns, and Macaque nuzzles into him.
"I did wake you up at 2 am to jump your bones." He chuckles with a sigh, handing Wukong the half eaten mango to share.
"Which I will always be okay with by the way. If I'm ever not okay fucking you, plum, at any time, any place, call somebody, because I'm clearly very ill." He jokes making the shadow demon snort.
"Oh, really? And I thought you didn't wanna fuck again until we had courted properly?" He raises a brow as he finishes the mango, tossing the remains into the bin, and standing up, Macaque in his arms.
"... I'll be the first to admit, that was a stupid idea- if it helps, I'm pretty sure you could have just asked once and I would have folded immediately. I just kind of wanted to make sure I did things right the traditional way after, you know, not realizing my own feelings for the last several centuries and making you wait for me." He shrugs sheepishly and Macaque laughs before falling into content silence as Wukong lifts the thin sheet like blankets and settles them in under them.
Macaque curls around Wukong, who shuffles to wrap his arms around him and nuzzle into his chest.
"Well, we're not exactly a traditional pair of demons, so I don't think we need to worry too much about doing things the traditional way. Maybe just stick to the other courting stuff, but including sex in the itinerary. I'd be pretty happy with that." He offers and Wukong purrs, delighted at the idea.
"Sounds perfect." His hands card through his king's fur as glances around, relaxing in the gentle afterglow.
"... I'm gonna need a new mattress." He sighs, seeing the claw marks tearing through the thick material of the bed.
"Oh, don't worry, I've got that covered. You'll see." He can practically hear the smirk on that dumb, adorable golden heroes face as he hides his face in his chest.
"I better see soon. I want to share a nest with my mate already. Falling asleep and waking up next to you. I can't think of anything better..." He sighs, and Wukong lets out a deep purr.
"Me either, Míhóu. Me either..." He mumbles, arms tightening around him.
"... I am sorry I didn't prepare for this better. I didn't connect the dots of my... Increased frustrations, being my preheat. If you need to stop or take a break you can-"
"Nope."
"The fuck you mean 'nope?'" He snorts as Wukong interrupts him, looking up at him with a dumb smile.
"I mean, that from this moment on, for as long as I live, my beautiful mate will never have to spend another heat alone. Even if I have to rush from halfway across the world to get to you." He promises with that same dopey grin.
"... You're an idiot, and I love you, Wukong." He sighs with a dumb lovestruck smile, closing his eyes and pressing them into his king's fur, nuzzling him closely.
"I love you too Míhóu. Get some sleep, and when your next wave hits, I can use my mouth again~" The promise sends a shiver up his spine, but he still raises a brow.
"Oh, please, you just want to taste me again."
"Did you not like it?"
"... It was fucking fantastic. Perhaps my favorite thing of the night."
"That's what I thought."
"Where did you even learn to do that?"
"... Yellowtusk and Princess Iron gave me both a book and an hour long lecture on intercourse when I mentioned I didn't know much about it until we, you know... I think the Princess also sort of gave me a shovel talk on your behalf?" The explanation makes him laugh.
"She's cool. My new best friend I dare say, now that you've been promoted to 'mate.' That said, you're gonna have to let me borrow this book if that's what it's teaching you." He murmurs eyes growing heavy.
"Hmm. It just said to spell my name with my tongue and stuff. And to make sure to give attention to the clitorus." Huh.
"And of course you mastered it first fucking try. What a you thing to do, Wukong." He sighs, hands slowing in their movements gliding through Wukong's mane.
"... Goodnight Míhóu. I love you."
"I love you too, Wukong."