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The sun filtered through the great sages room, casting it warm rays on Wukong's eyes, who was trying to shield himself from it. Too lazy to close the curtains on his window, Wukong flop to the other side of the bed, his back now towards the window. He buried his face into the cushioned pillow, enjoying the coolness of fabric and the scent of vanilla, where he just washed his sheets and pillowcases after coming back from a not so fun battle with MK. Let just say they forgot the forecast was calling for a chance of rain, which Wukong dismiss Macaque's warning by saying," it says chance bud. Not like it actually going to happen." He scowled at the memory of Macaque's knowing smile of "I told you so" when he barge into the house all soaking wet. Wukong rolled his eyes as laid on his stomach, trying to cool his body on the freshly cleaned sheets after the sun was baking his back. As soon as he chest hit the bed, there were two noticeable bumps on his chest, along with sounded like a small squish of liquid coming out. That was enough to jolt Wukong awake, flipping on his back to access the damage; the entire upper half his shirt is covered in a damp liquid. Not enough to stain it, but enough that it leaves a chill on his body. He peered down at his exposed chest and groaned in annoyance. His pecs have swollen to be the size of his palm. His pink nipples and areola expanded slightly to accommodate for the milk, which was leaking in small spurts.
"God damn heat," Wukong grumbled, begrudgingly getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to shower. He knows he must reek of milk and pheromones, and doesn't want his smell to stained his newly washed sheets. He knows that medication that suppress the majority of his symptoms is doing it job, otherwise he be irritable and needy while the heat gradually gets worse until he find a mate to satisfy him or wait for the season to end. He turn on the shower and stripped himself naked, letting his mind wonder about how he planning to reduce the swelling on his chest. He had plans to head into town to help Macaque settle in at his tree house. Apparently, he built it on the tree they used to sat at before departed as enemies. Their relationship is stable for now, but old wounds resurface from time to time, making the old monkeys bicker at each other until one leaves to cool off. Wukong not entirely sure where they are at, but he knows that Macaque is someone he trust.
Before hopping into the shower, his eyes caught himself in the mirror, studying his changed form. The bathroom light hit his newly adorned breasts to make them appetizing. Despite his eons of eating nothing but junk food, Wukong could make out the toned muscles on his arms and his stomach. He reached up and cup his chest, gently groping and tweaking his leaking nipples dripping down his chest. He sighed blissfully, loving the warmth spreading through his body. Unlike the rest of his body during his heat, his breasts take a long time for him to get an orgasm. Though he can get brash and want his is climax to be done with, Wukong like the slow climb to finish, exploring his body to discover any new or old pleasure points that he enjoys. He thoughts wondered to having a partner grabbing and massaging his whole body, whispering sweet things in his ear while sucking on tainted flesh, spilling his milk of their warm mouth, drifting their scent of plums….
Wukong opened his eyes and immediately stopped his ministrations once he realized he was daydreaming about Macaque. He scoffed at himself for allowing the cheeky bastard to infiltrate his lewd filled mind, before hopping into the shower, trying to wash away the shame and the milk off his body.
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Wukong stepped into his room, rubbing his ears with a hand towel before tossing it in the hamper in his closet. He threw on a long, orange, silk robe that loosely enclose on his body. His bottoms are dark red sweatpants. He brushed out his fur, purring subconsciously at the thought of being groomed by a partner. His thought carry him to the kitchen to fix (or rather order) some food for himself before he head out with Macaque. Wukong figured he take Macaque out for dinner before they head, much more for himself just to save himself from cooking when he gets back. Just as he was about to sit down and order some food, a loud knock sounded at the door, causing Wukong to almost drop his phone on floor as he witness Macaque barge into his home.
"Wukong! you ready to go or what?" Macaque yelled, a innocent smirk plastered on the cheeky imposter's face as if he didn't just barge into his rival's home.
"Asshole! I thought you were coming by later" Wukong yelled, tighten his hold on his robe.
"Yeah, see I thought about that and then I realized it be better to come here instead of waiting for like an hour to get ready." Macaque huffed, leaning on the doorway.
"It would not take me an hour to get ready, you faker!
"Oh yeah? What about the time that you suppose to train with Mk at dawn, but instead you reschedule to the evening just to get enough sleep."
"Sleep is very important for my health and to maintain my gorgeous body." Wukong retorted, showing off his curves
"Ever since you retire, all you do is eat and sleep, so don't even try with that bullshit." Macaque sneered, stepping closer to great sage, who proceed to take a step back.
"Aw what the matter peaches?" Macaque taunted, leering into Wukong's face. "Scared we'll get close again like before?"
Wukong responded with nothing, turning his face away with shame. He knows he deserve this kind of treatment after leaving him behind.
"I told you bud that I was sorry for everything that i did." Wukong replied softy.
And I told you that sorry it not going to cut for the eons of pain that I have experienced." Macaque grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his partner, before pulling away with a deep sigh.
"Look, I know you are trying to make up with what you done,"Macaque started, starting sitting down on the couch. "But that shit it going to take time, and I still have a lot hatred to deal with."
"I know," Wukong replied, sitting down as well next to him, resting his head on Macaque's shoulder.
"You know I still trust you right?" Wukong asked quietly.
Macaque didn't respond, sliding a little closer to the warmth of the Monkey King. Whenever Macaque resting on their tree house, his thought are split in two: one part hate Wukong, for always looking for power, always looking for an excuse to become stronger, for trapping him in the underworld. But on the other hand, he that relationship again, to experience the good memories of his former friend, to be able to trust like before. But he know things will never be same, not with those lingering memories of hate and sorrow buried in his mind.
"I'm not sure why would you trust me. Even after everything that I done." Macaque replied with somber tone.
"We both have done crappy things, bud. And we both want to change for the better. I want to be better, truly."
Macaque hummed, taking in Wukong's words. Although he would never admit it, Macaque knows he right, but he cant help to return to his old habit anytime Wukong says something out of line or bringing up hurtful memories. Macaque eyes soon shifted to the outfit Wukong was wearing, taking the details of his robe and wanting to change the subject.
"What are you wearing? You trying to become a sensei? You know, an actually good one"
Wukong made a face and wrapped his arms around his chest, regretting it immediately as little droplet of milk squirt on his chest. He just recently pumped most of the milk out with a machine, but they fill up pretty quickly.
"Hey! This is a nice robe that I bought at the store."
"You mean you stole it from a immortal?"
"Stole/borrowed, same thing." Wukong snickered. "Beside, he was a jerk who was flooding a small village just because they weren't praying hard enough. Big babies."
Macaque rolled his eyes
"Aren't you one?"
"Yeah, so are you too." Wukong retorted with a smile.
"Touché. Anyways why are wearing it though? It looks terrible."
"Remember when I took that medicine to suppress my heat?" Wukong bluntly said. Both of them are primates and experience heat before. No sense to not just tell him about it.
"Yeah? Why, you on?"
"Mmhh." Wukong nodded causally, though there a bit of heat rising in his cheek.
"Kinda figured. I can smell you when I first came in here."
What?! I just took a shower." Macaque winced and covered his right ear, to which Wukong immediately apologize, forgetting Macaque's sensitive hearing.
"Even if you did take one, your hormones will constantly being emitted no matter how clean you are."
"Shit. Sorry bud."
It's whatever. It better than what you usually smell like."
"I smell fine!"
"You do not. You smell like you roll around in garbage all day."
"Well, what do I smell like now Mister Clean?" Wukong mocked, moving his legs over onto Macaque to prove a point.
"Hormones and peaches" Macaque replied bluntly. "A sweet smell that seared into my brain because I been around you for too long."
"Aww, you think I smell sweet?" Wukong flirted, seeing Macaque's face settle in a deeper frown.
"I'm describing what I smelled, you weirdo." He pushed Wukong on the chest to be rid on him on his lap, not wanting him to tease the rising tent in his pant due to the hormones flaunting around.
"Watch it! " Wukong shouted, tighten the belt on his robe to prevent Macaque from seeing his chest.
"Wukong, I know that your lactating. You do this every heat. Why are you covering them up now?"
"It embarrassing." Wukong's face flushed at himself, being careful to not cross his arms too tightly on his chest.
"Oh for fuck sake." Macaque groaned, getting up from the couch and standing in front of the blushing monkey.
"Sit up straight."
"What?"
"Sit up, or I'll do it myself."
"You might as well, because I ain't moving until you tell me…" Shadow tendrils ripped through the couch and wrapped his hands, arms, torso, and neck, positioning Wukong in a sitting pose before retreating back into the shadows.
"Impatient asshole." Wukong huffed, flustered by the sudden movements.
"Yeah, I know I can be impatient, because you don't listen to a fucking thing that I say. Now sit still." Macaque sat onto Wukong's lap, facing his chest, and removed the silk robe with a snap of his fingers, despite retorts and warnings from his partner. He made sure his ass was nestled between the rising bump on Wukong's pelvis.
"See? There's nothing to hide." Macaque pointed out the swollen tits, beads of cream ready to spill out from the harden tips. Macaque cups them without Wukong's permission, hearing the milk slosh around in there. He shivered in delight at how near full Wukong was.
"M-macaque! Easy!" Wukong panted, wincing at how sensitive they are.
"Then push me off if you don't like it." Macaque responded harshly. Judging by his body language and the way he was guided his harden cock on to Macaque, Wukong doesn't want him to stop.
"I seen you naked before peaches. You think this a turn-off for me?" Macaque rasped in a rising tone, squeezing aching flesh until milk spurts out of Wukong's pointed tips. Wukong howled in pleasure as he watched his milk sprayed onto Macaque's face, tasting drops that splattered on his mouth. Peaches and vanilla exploded his mouth as he drank in the sweet nectar.
"God, I knew you were hiding this from me." Macaque chuckled deliriously. "I can smell you through the fucking door. I tried to resist it but damn it, you smell so exquisite."
"Ngh! Hold on Macaque…"
"You want this too. I know you do. You want to touch me so bad, laying down on me and rubbing your cute little face on my shoulders. But you're afraid, arn't you?"
He released his hold on Wukong's tits and apply ample pressure to Wukong's neck, sending shot of electricity down Wukong's crotch. Macaque leaned in and whispering in his ear.
"You been touching yourself haven't you? Fantasizing about me roving my hands over that luscious body of yours, huh? Tell me." He hissed with pure lust in his voice as he tighten his hold the great sage throat, before releasing to allow him to speak pathetically.
"Y-yes, I have. I missed you so much." Wukong choked out, his hand reaching out and rubbing Macaque's back, hearing a faint purr in response as he arched from the touch, pressing his ass further on Wukong's dick. Macaque sighed and press his face into Wukong's fur, enjoying it being freshly-washed and retaining it original scent as well.
"I can't stand you," Macaque said huskily, placing a small kiss on Wukong's ear, before laying down his head on Wukong's shoulder.
"I know. I can't either." Wukong half-chuckled, rubbing his partner lower back, hearing the soft moans rang in his ear. He match the purring of his partner, happy to his full body being pressed against him.
"You don't how badly I want to suck those tits of yours." Macaque murmured, licking the monkey's neck, inhaling the pheromones and milk dribbling down on his chest.
"Ah, so that what this all about, plums? You could've just ask." Wukong snickered, before moaning loudly as Macaque grind his ass on Wukong's pelvis as a response, before getting up entirely despite Wukong's protest.
"Lay down" Macaque order. This time Wukong obey with no questions, mumbling about he could've said please at least. As soon as Wukong laid on his back on the couch, Macaque pounced on top of him, not even taking off his clothes as he want the scent to linger on his body. He wrapped his lips around the left nipple and suckled like his life depend on it, while his other hand groped and pull on the other one. He greedily drank the fountain of milk cascading down his mouth and swirling his tongue on the perky flesh. He look up at Wukong with hazy eyes and let his mouth hang out open to see his contents swirl around in his tongue.
"Holy shit!" Wukong wailed, hands flying to pet Macaque, intertwining his fingers into Macaque's plush hair. "God you're so gorgeous like this. Drain me until I'm empty. I'll be your little whore Macaque. Please, please" Wukong ramble in his ecstatic state while Macaque continue to feast on the delicate mounds. His ass gently bounced on Wukong's soaked cloth, mixing his fluids with Macaque. He can feel slickness ruining the front part of his pants, but he doesn't care. He wants these clothes to be ingrain with their love making, their fluids and their sweat. Macaque didn't stop sucking on the nipple until it was drained dry, pulling on the teat and releasing it will a loud pop, before switching his mouth other one. He hummed at re-tasting the addictive flavor, lapping up the sweet liquid and biting down delicately on the soft flesh.
"Hungh! Yeah bit down harder! Suck on my tit until it bruised." Wukong groaned, pushing Macaque's head further onto the soaked breast. Macaque didn't protest, biting down harder and suckling until he sure left a hickey. He can feel the knot abdomen about to come undone, grinding down harder on the whimpering king. He savored the last drop of milk, sighing happily with his meal, moaning loudly as he pick up the pace to satisfy his orgasm. Desperate for more, he licked and sucked on the tits itself; going underneath, on the sides, top, bottom. Every surface of skin was tainted with saliva, hickeys, and bite. Not a single strain of milk was left on Wukong's panting body.
"Macaque~ I'm close. Fuck me until I can't think anymore ."
Macaque kissed passionately, humping their pelvis together until both of the came, moaning loudly into their mouths. Wukong locked his legs around Macaque to feel his juices soaking through their pants, greedily sucking on his lover's tongue to see what he taste like. His hands remains tightly bonded to Macaque's hair, forcing Macaque to remain sealed on Wukong's lips. Their high dwindled down until they separate, breathing hard from their escapade. Macaque slumped forwards into Wukong's neck, rubbing his face into it before laying down the space between his neck and shoulder. Wukong released his legs from Macaque's hips, flopping them down on the couch. He didn't even realize his tail interlocked with Macaques. He didn't bother telling Macaque, churring at afterglow and warm breath of his partner.
"So I'm guessing we're not going anywhere." Wukong asked, throat dry from all the yelling. Macaque shook his head, plunging his face into the pheromones.
"I'll order something for dinner later." Macaque murmured, too tired to think of anything else.
"Hm. We'll need a shower later. We 're completely drench in fluids."
"Not now. Later." Macaque murmured once more before drifting off to sleep, with Wukong following as well.
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