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This is stupid. This is the worst train of thought Wukong has ever had, surely. In all his years of living…
Wukong paces around the stopped vehicle, he left to get a “breath of fresh air.” But the truth is, he needed a place to think in peace. The rate of his thoughts was sky-high and his dignity low, low down… Yesterday, after getting his memory messed up, he called Tang “master.” This was obviously only because he mistook him for someone more, uh, influential and respected than him. It was simple and innocent then, but now his stomach turns in knots just thinking about it, and it’s hard to operate with him and Pigsy when every time the thought crosses his mind his cheeks turn pink, it’s getting annoying.
But like- why Tang? That weird, stick figure of a man. Messing around with him, calling him master- that’s all Wukong can think about. But Tang’s no one worth the title “master,” surely… so why did Wukong want address him as it, to moan the title out for him- so badly? He did save him from the whole memory thing, somehow. He is undoubtedly cute, too, it isn’t a surprise the Scorpion Lady chose to kidnap him for love. Wukong’s almost jealous- she didn’t have to contemplate for hours before making a move on Tang, that’s for sure.
Wukong sighs and leans against the back of the vehicle. What the hell is he doing? This is a waste of time. Why is he spending so much time worrying over Tang? The guy gushes over him constantly- and besides all his booksmarts, he’s probably as mentally complex as bricks- this is easy! He can just be honest about how he feels. Worst case scenario Tang is a little weirded out but it’s not like he can ditch him, Wukong can play it off like a joke anyway. But best case scenario… Tang accepts and they…
“Hey, Monkey King!” Wukong’s heart dips for a second as he gulps, looking at the black-haired man jogging to him. “The whole time you were just over here- I was looking for you.”
“Really, huh…” Wukong scratches the back of his head, averting Tang’s eyes. “You know, you can call me Wukong.”
Tang’s entire face lights up with a grin, sickeningly excited. “I can?”
“Yeah.”
“Wukong,” He says his name slowly, like he’s savoring it. “Is something wrong?”
“Nope! I’m fine- we should probably get back on the road.”
“Pigsy is pretty pissed about just sitting here.” Tang admits with a smile.
The bit of driving they do is even more awkward than before. Wukong doesn’t want to talk, too busy in his own head and embarrassed, Pigsy is grumpy since he’s tired, and Tang just bounced between the two but gave up and sat down in the back when he realized neither of them were available for a conversation. Eventually, Pigsy said it’s a good time to call it a night and get some sleep. Tang was already passed out by then, in the lower bunk bed that Pigsy claimed as his. Wukong looked behind him to see Pigsy tucking him in and removing his glasses with a smile. He hopes Pigsy won’t be mad at him. He climbs up to the higher bed on the opposite side of him, that makes it easier for Wukong to wake Tang up later…
“Hey, Tang.” Wukong whispers, shaking the sleeping man gently. He doesn’t budge, but some drool falls from his lips. Wukong laughs quietly, wiping it away with his thumb before thinking- he blushes right away, and wipes his thumb off on the blanket. He shakes his head, refocusing. “Tang.” He shakes his shoulders a little harder.
“Mmmm, 5 more minutes…” Tang sleep-grumbles as he hugs the pillow.
“Ughh.” Wukong growls in his throat, growing impatient. He pokes his cheek a few times before Tang’s eyes finally open.
“What? Wu-” His mouth is immediately covered by Wukong’s hand. Tang shoots an annoyed look at him and he removes his hand, after making a shushing noise to Tang.
“Get up. I want to adm- tell you something.”
“At this hour?” Tang asks as he gets his glasses back on and stretches. “How come Pigsy can’t be involved- should I be worried?”
“Let’s go outside.” Wukong simply says. He waits for Tang to finish putting his shoes on and stand up, he grabs his hand and drags him as quietly as possible to the back of the vehicle. They step outside to the dark, peaceful field that surrounds them.
Tang yawns. “So what’d you want to tell me?”
“It’s uhh… Remember when I called you master yesterday? Well-”
“That was great.” Tang shamelessly interrupts with a stupid smile.
“It felt... way different than.. And uh, one thing led to and- what?”
“It was cute.”
“This- what- cute in wh-what way?” He stammers, dumbfounded. He is not mentally prepared to get called cute by his newfound crush already.
“I don’t know. It depends. Keep talking.”
Wukong sighs. “Well, I don’t know how to say this in a non-incredibly blunt way, um…”
Tang giggles. “I’ve never seen you so red.”
Wow. “Tang, what the hell has gotten into you?” He's almost annoyed.
“Well, you started the conversation with you calling me master, naturally we're flirting, right? Is something else going on here-?”
“Ugh, no- I just did not expect this. It’s a little overwhelming.” Wukong pulls on the collar of his shirt.
Tang laughs again. “What is it you want, then?” He not-subtly winks under his glasses.
“To go somewhere a little more… private. I can make us something, if that’s-”
“Alright!” Tang grabs Wukong’s arm, feeling his muscles under his shirt as Wukong walks him to somewhere a little farther from the vehicle.
They stop in a little flat spot. Wukong pushes Tang back, making him frown and stumble, but his eyes widen immediately when there’s a flash of golden light- and a boom. A small shed-sized building suddenly appears before them, with fancy doors and dim light coming from inside it. Tang gasps and shoves the doors open immediately, seeing the interior- there isn’t much besides two darkwood bedside tables and a large, rounded bed in the middle that fit perfectly against the wall. The dressing is red and silky. The room didn’t make much sense for a normal room- but it was perfect for what they need. Tang jumps on immediately, pressing his back against the gold-trimmed pillows. He holds his arms out, inviting Wukong, who shuts the doors behind him right away. He sits on the bed in front of him between his legs.
“So, what’s gonna happen exactly?” Wukong asks, laughing nervously.
“I’m gonna be the Great Monkey King’s master, am I not?” He says with a grin.
Oh gods. Does this guy have more confidence than even him? “Miraculously…”
“First off,” Tang’s smug ass smile disappears for a moment. “Boundaries?”
How experienced is he, too? “Let’s just do the uh, light thing. Mhm. Red means stop, green means go, whatever. Lube’s in one of the drawers.” He points over to one of the tables by Tang, who nods.
“Alright. Well, let’s get into something more comfortable, mm?”
Wukong nods and starts to take his upper clothes off. Tang does the same but wastes no time to get down to absolutely nothing. He sits on his knees, staring at the now shirtless Wukong. “Come here.”
“Yes… m…” He hesitates, biting his lip as more blush forms on his face.
“‘Master’? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Yeah.” Wukong sits on Tang’s lap, and right away he’s pulled closer, receiving kisses from Tang all over his face. (Who he noticed took his glasses off). Tang sucks on Wukong’s lip gently and then easily slips his tongue into his mouth. They both sink deeper into the kiss and the mass of pillows, chests pressed together. Wukong moans quietly, Tang sneaked a leg between his two and was pushing it up just so gently on his soon-to-be boner.
“Fuck…” Wukong whispers before he pulls away. “I forgot how much I missed this.”
“Your master’s going to treat you right.”
“Please, sir.” Wukong is never, ever going to forgive himself for this night. But it feels great so far, so whatever. So this is a problem for the future Monkey King’s conscience.
“Now, let me on top of you.” Tang pushed him away gently and re-situates himself on Wukong’s lap instead. He makes sure his back leans against the back of the bed before he reaches over to the drawer- Wukong sees what he means and searches for the lube- he finds it quickly and puts it into Tang’s hands.
“I need to get ready for you.”
One of Wukong’s hands travels Tang’s back, making him shiver. “Can I do it?”
“Mhm.” He smiles and leans into Wukong again, pressing his forehead onto his shoulder.
“I want to make my master happy.” He mutters as he presses a lubed finger inside, feeling the shivers it sends through Tang’s body. He prays to the gods he’s doing it right. He gasps when Tang sucks on his collarbone, biting gently, being sure to leave a mark.
Wukong had no idea Tang was capable of this- so readily available and confident to this. But looking back on things, he’s not too surprised. He hates it but the mortal Tang might even have more game than him. Gods, that’s embarrassing.
Tang eventually pulled away from marking Wukong’s neck, clearing his throat. “I’m probably good by now.” He lowers his hand to Wukong’s pants- he gulps, putting his hands behind him and letting Tang handle things. He undoes his pants and with a slightly shaky hand, takes out his hard cock, already starting to leak with precum. Wukong laughed nervously and looked away, embarrassed for some reason. Somehow Tang intimidated him- maybe it’s the hunger in his eyes when he looks back at him.
Tang gives a good few pumps before saying anything, “If this thing hurts me it’s your fault.”
“That’s not fair!”
“H-”
“If I need to do more or if we need to stop, that’s-”
“Shut up, Wukong.” He instructs sternly.
“Ta- Master-” He takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Please-”
“Don’t speak over me.” He frowns nervously for a second, “Color?”
Wukong exhales. “Fucking green. Now, please, master-”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tang rolls his eyes and puts one of his hands firmly on Wukong’s shoulder, lubes him up a little, before pressing himself gently onto his cock. “Ready?”
“Always. F-For my master.” His hands go to Tang’s hips. Wukong watches as his cock is engulfed with warmth slowly. He grips Tang harder, biting his bottom lip harshly between his teeth as he hopes his nails don’t hurt him.
“There we go.” Tang exhales, wiping his forehead. “Been about a week…”
Just a week?! It’s been a few years for Wukong- I mean, it’s been a very similar period of time, yes. But any thoughts are washed from his brain right away as Tang starts to move- up and down. The look on his face is beautiful, his eyes unshielded by his glasses, closed with a small smile on his pink lips. They enjoy this slow, gentleness for a while until Tang decides that’s not enough.
“Wukong. Push me down.”
“Why?”
“I’m tired of doing all the work myself. Fuck your master nicely, alright?”
Wukong nods and grins, shoving Tang down, still inside of him. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Yes, Wukong.” He rolls his eyes.
“But I am the Great Sage equal to H-”
“Wukong. This is what happens when I tell you to take charge? I’m disa-”
“Master, no, no, no! I’m sorry!”
Tang laughs. “Hurry up before I go soft.”
Wukong nods, slowly pulling out of him. He’ll show his master what he can do.
“Hurry up.” Tang whispers.
Wukong growls in his throat before slamming into him, forcing out a high moan.
“Okay, okay, Wukong,” he whimpers.
Wukong grabs Tang’s wrists, holding him down on the bed. He moves his hands to his, trying to intertwine their fingers, Tang takes a second, struggling as Wukong keeps fucking so hard into him, but their hands are very soon locked together.
"You feel so, so, good, Master." Wukong mutters between breaths. He can't help but grip Tang's hips bruise-worthily tight, he feels close already but he desperately doesn't want to disappoint his master by finishing before him. But to his luck Tang is breathlessly reaching down to touch himself, chasing his climax. Wukong wraps one of his larger hands around Tang's and his cock, helping jerk him off.
"I'm almost there, Wukong." He just barely whimpers through his throat.
"Me too." He simply replies as his thrusts get more and more sloppy.
They continue like this for a bit, in sweaty, almost loving unison until Wukong feels a familiar overwhelming feeling start up that makes his throat release some more embarrassing whimpers. "So close, Master." He mutters, his pretty eyes shut tight as possible despite his want to see Tang a wreck under him.
"You're doing so good, Wukong." He pants. "Gonna cum soon…"
Wukong forces his eyes open and nods. He gives it his all in the last few rough thrusts. "Please, Master… master, master, master…" He repeats over and over between breaths and in no time his release explodes, filling Tang up with quite a while's worth of cum.
Like a chain reaction, Tang finishes with a loud moan right after, spurting on Wukong's hand and the furless section of his chest. He wonders if he should clean him up, but is way too tired to do so and just collapses onto Tang's chest, listening to his little rapid heart. Wukong doesn't see the satisfied grin Tang pulls as he runs his hand through Wukong's thick hair, slightly damp with sweat and all the humidity of the room.
"That was amazing." Wukong breathes once he feels more capable of speaking.
"Agreed. You were great."
Wukong can't help but smile a little from the praise. They stay like that, just recovering together for a few minutes. Until Wukong realizes the stickiness of their bodies, and it gets uncomfortable quickly. He suddenly attacks Tang's tummy with ticklish kisses, making him giggle.
"Stop itt." His hand tightens around his hair- he shifts a little and makes a noise that Wukong can only assume was him also cringing from the feeling of their messes.
"We need to clean up." He sits upwards, finally noticing the real mess he made of Tang's ass- that'll take a bit to wipe up. He giggles a little, hoping he doesn't mind.
"Yeah, you're right." Tang sighs, sitting up as well and trying to find his glasses. Wukong snorts and grabs them from the table behind him, putting them over Tang's annoyed expression. Wukong pulls out a piece of hair and manifests a little baggie of wipes, and gets to work cleaning them both off. He hummed as he parted Tang's legs to get him clean again. After some time, they were both cleaned up and ready to actually get some sleep. They both get dressed and step out of the little sex shack Wukong supplied them with, and as fast as it came it poofed into thin air.
"Thank you, Wukong." Tang whispers, suddenly seeming shy- perhaps it finally set with him the weight of what just happened.
Wukong puts his arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. "No, thank you." He kisses his cheek before dropping to a more serious tone. "I really needed that- hey, please never tell anyone about the master thing, alright…?"
"I would never." Tang lied, he already had plans to tell Pigsy just about everything, which is going to be very entertaining.
…
"Get up you two! What the hell is this?" The blanket is torn off the two and a voice startles Tang and Wukong awake- uh oh. "You guys were cuddling all night without telling me?" Pigsy asks.
Tang laughs, with a tired Wukong still nuzzled into his back. "What about it?"
Pigsy just rolls his eyes and gets into the driver's seat. Wukong's grip on Tang tightens, not letting him go.