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He struggled to remember how exactly had gotten there, in that (not very) dreadful position.
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Wukong’s back slammed against the hard rock and crumbled to his knees. He panted heavily and was battered and bruised all over, large cuts and scratches stinging and bleeding still because of Macaque’s shadow attacks. Macaque’s sinister smile matched his snickering, “Oh? The great, oh-so powerful, celestial-realm-rivaling Monkey King can’t even defeat ME ?”
His tail lashed, growing cocky from his presumed win. Wukong’s head was lowered, but was lifted up by his hair with Macaque’s clawed shadow hand. “Hah.. look at you. You’re all used up.” He leaned down to Wukong’s level with his face. While he tried struggling away from the demon, he could barely move as it was especially with his hair being pulled up.
Macaque snickered at this once more. “Can’t move, can you? How weak.” Oh, how he loathed yet loved those words. But there were better times to be thinking that way, and now was not the time. “Hmm. I pity you, really. Which, I shouldn’t, considering how you abandoned me oh so long ago… but I’ll be nice, kinder than you were then. I’ll offer you a chance.”
Wukong perked up. He had no choice but to listen, and he knew just how cruel the other could be. “If you have a bit of fun with me, I won’t tear your immortal body to shreds and leave you for the vultures to find.” ..Or maybe, now was one of the times to be thinking in such a way about his ex-friend. “It’s this, or a fate worse than death.”
“What do you say, my dear Sun Wukong?”
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His back pressed into the rock, legs lifted up around Macaque’s waist. He looked like some kind of whore with his legs open for that damned demon monkey. He let out a groan as that six-eared bastard grinded against him. He wasn’t even able to do anything because his wrists were pinned above his head towards the cool rock.
Macaque was luckily nice enough to let him regain some of his strength before deciding to fuck him senseless, but it certainly wasn’t any easier. It would be so much worse if MK got worried at some point though, which only spurred him to want to make this as fast as possible.
Feeling sharp teeth sinking into his neck made him let out a soft moan, distracting him from his thoughts. “Hah.. be gentler. It’s been a couple thousand years, you know?” The demon snickered into his neck, only biting down harder and almost drawing blood. His tongue flicked against his skin, lapping up the new open mark he’d made.
Macaque continued to assault his neck and shoulders, leaving hickeys, bites, and rarely kisses. God, he was going to regret this later, and he prayed no one would question why he’d suddenly come home so bruised and injured.
He felt his wrist fall when it was let go and he wrapped it around Macaque’s shoulder instinctively to avoid falling. Escape crossed his mind only once, but he wouldn’t get very far anyway, not with this asshole having beaten him to near impossible-death.
Macaque seemed awfully impatient, like he’d been waiting for this through their entire fight, as he was already reaching for Wukong’s waistband and tugging at it. He ran his fangs along the other’s shoulder before pulling away. “You look like a total slut.” He hadn’t been realizing it, but he was already drooling, probably due to how sensitive he was after not fucking anyone for a very long time.
“Shut up and get this over with.” Macaque seemed to go even slower, “Ooh, feisty. I like that.” He was gonna beat this prick to a pulp once he was done. The saddest part about it was that he was already horny, his dick pressed against his pants, but he refused to come close to admitting it was because of Macaque. Though, it could be considered obvious due to the sickeningly sweet peach scent he gave off.
He let out a huff to mask his grunt as Macaque adjusted him to have some easier access, impatiently tugging down the monkey king’s pants. He would’ve just tore them off, but what’s the fun in that? On top of the fact that he had some sense of decency to.. not. He trailed more hickeys along him. The fur didn’t bother him much, considering it was also rather tamed instead of tangled.
He managed to pull away Wukong’s pants and got to work on his, leaving the other to desperately grab at his shoulders to avoid falling. He was held up by his legs around his waist and also being pressed against the wall, but just to be careful. Plus, it’s not like he’d find any purchase against the smooth rock or the air, and so he used Macaque to ground himself.
Wukong’s breath was hot as he panted against Macaque’s neck. It was getting harder and harder to hold onto the thought that he just wanted this to be over and that he didn’t care all that much. Macaque hurried to get both of their undergarments off, lust creeping into his eyes and tone. “You’re warm, you know that? Could it be that you actually do like this?”
“Quit with the teasing and go for it already.” Macaque chuckled and placed his fingers into Wukong’s mouth for him to suck on. Then, he pushed them slowly into him, earning a rather loud gasp. While he expected him to be sensitive, he didn’t think he’d be THAT sensitive, and that made him pretty arrogant all of a sudden. Well, more so than before.
He scissored him and pressed around until he found that sweet spot that made Wukong moan sharply. His face flushed up and he bit his lip to try and muffle his sounds. He pressed into that sweet spot until he could tell Wukong was already getting closer and closer, then pulled out right as he was about to cum.
He paused for a few moments, with quiet protests from Wukong until he started to slip in, slowly so as to not hurt him worse. Wukong let out a deep sigh once he was finally at the base. “..Alright, move.” Wukong let out another moan as Macaque bit deep into his shoulder, drawing blood for sure. On top of that, he was thrusting forward. Not too fast, but definitely a bit too much for so soon.
Wukong’s sweet moans filled the empty air around them, making Macaque speed up. It dragged against his walls. He let out a grunt, “Hah.. you’re awfully tight. Relax a bit, won’t you?” Wukong dug his nails into Macaque’s shoulder and did his best to relax, earning a little hum of approval next to his ear.
Macaque licked at the bloody wounds, increasing the stinging that felt oh-so good in his shoulder. He let out a whimper, urging Macaque forwards again with just his sounds. He longed to hear him whine, beg and plead, slamming into him harder. Wukong bit his lip to keep that six-eared bastard’s name coming from his own mouth.
Soon, he found he was repeating Macaque’s name like a mantra, the words dripping from his lips endlessly and never giving him a chance to truly breathe. Macaque pushed him to his limits, going further and further to make him completely submit. Urging him forwards was Wukong’s voice, panting and muttering his name fervently.
“Macaque.. Macaque.. hah.. Macaque.. please..” He thrusted so much faster and harder, until he suddenly slammed deep into him, forcing a strangled cry from Wukong’s throat. The two came together, hips flushed and pushed so hard against the wall it might break. They took a moment to breathe and come over that sudden high.
“You’re better than I thought after not having experience for so long.” Wukong’s voice was strained, “Just.. shut it. Help me clean up and get back to MK.”
“Your wish is my command.”