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In the darkness of the small room, the only sounds that could be heard was traffic passing outside and the obscene slurps of MK’s mouth as he sucked on Macaque’s cock.
Macaque had the young man on his knees, completely naked — save for an unbuttoned white shirt that clung to him like a second skin. MK wasn’t very experienced and his skill was sloppy, but he was enthusiastic and that’s what Macaque liked about him.
Plus, who could say no to those reddened lips stretched wide around his cock and those pretty, doe-like eyes staring up at him.
MK groaned and pulled away. Droplets of his saliva splattered on the hardwood floor between them.
"Let me touch myself," he pleaded hoarsely.
Macaque hummed and gleefully glanced down at his desperate little human. He could see that MK’s own erection was already a needy, hard thing that stuck up close to his abdomen, and the tip was already weeping for attention.
“No, not yet,” Macaque decided. “Finish me off first.”
“Bu—”
Macaque’s spit-slicked cock bobbed slightly in the air when he leaned back on the mattress he was sitting on.
“I have a treat for you if you do,” Macaque said as his gaze softened with endearment. “I promise.”
Positive reinforcement was a hell of a thing. MK immediately dived back to take the shadow monkey’s cock into his mouth. He lapped up the underbelly with the flat of his tongue and when the edge of his teeth grazed the head, Macaque hissed with pleasure.
“Oh yes…that’s it…”
He threaded his fingers into MK’s soft floppy hair and lightly scratched at the back of the boy's scalp as he slowly fed more and more of his cock deeper into that willing mouth. MK moaned at the additional stimulation and allowed himself to be used. He even appeared to relish it, despite gagging slightly when Macaque nearly hit the back of his throat. More drool gathered around MK’s mouth and he wrapped his arms around the back of Macaque’s legs.
“Suck harder, touch your tongue there…you can use your teeth again,” Macaque throatily rumbled.
He felt that familiar feeling indicating that he was close and he tugged harshly at MK’s hair. MK must have felt it too because he sucked with gusto, cheeks hollowing out with the effort as he dragged the fleshy inside of his soft lips across the skin of his lover’s cock. Macaque's only warning was a low growl; he flooded the young man’s mouth with his hot cum, and his knees jerked when he felt MK’s throat contract as he swallowed.
MK pulled away.
With hooded eyes, Macaque studied his human. The boy looked thoroughly debauched; mouth and chin wet with spit, hair everywhere and that innocent white shirt slipping off his bare shoulders. MK then made a soft sound through his nose and dutifully parted his lips to show a pool of cum that he had saved on his outstretched tongue. It was too much. The kid was too much. Macaque felt his softening cock twitch with renewed interest.
Fuck.
“C’mere,” he growled out.
MK squeaked with surprise as he was abruptly hauled up and forward. Macaque brought their lips together in a kiss. It was rough and messy; their open mouths pressed against each other in a passion-filled act that was full of saliva, semen, and probing tongues. One of Macaque’s fangs tore into MK’s bottom lip and the taste of blood excited him even further.
Macaque reached down, his hand pushing past sweat-slicked skin to take MK’s cock. It was like a searing brand of iron encased in silky skin, and it burned in his palm as he quickly stroked it. Just as MK was going to climax, Macaque pushed down and squeezed tightly around the base of the shaft to stop him from cumming. MK’s strangled cry was almost pitiful as his impending pleasure was cruelly cut and forced back down. After all, Macaque didn't want him to finish too soon.
“Macaque…w-why…that hurt!” he whined.
MK’s dark brown eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Macaque’s gaze zeroed in on the blood beading on the kid’s swollen bottom lip, and he sucked in his breath to avoid baring his fangs at their full length.
“On the bed,” he gruffly ordered. “I promised you that treat, didn’t I?”
With one last petulant look at Macaque, MK obediently scooted backwards on the bed. The sheets rumpled underneath his ass and he watched eagerly as Macaque began to undress. The shadow monkey removed his clothes slowly, in that knowing manner when one knows how good they looked. The trousers were already halfway down his legs from before and he uncaringly kicked it away with his boots.
He saw his human reach down, to touch himself.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t touch,” he chastised.
MK’s hand immediately retreated.
It started to rain. The raindrops on the shut window softened the glare of the neon signs outside, and bathed the shadow monkey’s tight, muscled body in a multitude of purples and blues and pinks.
Macaque glanced outside for a short moment and then gave MK a crooked smile as he climbed over bare legs to straddle him. The thin fur of his inner thighs brushed pleasantly around the boy’s hips while he made himself comfortable. The look MK was giving him was open and trusting — and Macaque would have been disgusted had he not been enamoured with Wukong’s precious little student already.
Bracing himself with one hand, Macaque lifted up his ass and reached down between his legs to take MK's cock on his hand. He stretched his thighs further and rubbed the tip behind his testicles to guide it straight into his body.
MK was clearly awestruck and he laid there, clearly not wanting to break the moment.
Macaque's entrance gave a little bit of resistance as the rounded head of MK’s cock pressed up against his puckered hole. With a soft grunt, he pushed down and it took a little pressure for it to pop into him. MK’s hands flew to hold onto his waist as he carefully lowered himself down until he was fully seated, with MK balls deep inside of him. Truthfully, Macaque hadn’t bottomed in…quite a while but he had planned this so he was sure to come prepared and well-lubed from beforehand. It wasn’t as if he was in heat to make things easier. There was a burn, sure. That initial stretch needed some time to get used to. But he liked it. His human had a good size to him and he could feel how that cock carved a nice path inside him.
“Mmm,” he purred as he licked his lips, much like a cat that had eaten the prized bird in the cage. His tail lazily curled in the air behind him. “I do like this very much.” His golden eyes swivelled down MK and his expression was pleased. "It's worth it just to see that look on your face."
MK was too stunned to speak. He was biting his lower lip and his eyes were fixed directly at his lover's genitals.
"Macaque…"
"Is it your first time?" Macaque innocently asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
"Y-Yes…"
"It's not as if…” Macaque paused for dramatic effect; “...you wanted it to be with someone else, did you?"
In the low light, it was easy to miss the kid's eyes widening and his pupils contracting. He wasn't half as dense as he pretended to be. He clearly caught on to the underlying who that Macaque was referring to.
"No, no — I want it to be with you,” MK quickly reaffirmed.
“You do?”
“Yes! Just took me by surprise, that’s all! I can't believe that it feels so good," MK managed to breathe out, lifting up one hand from Macaque’s waist so that he could place his palm on the shadow monkey’s defined chest.
Macaque smiled indulgently. "Oh, what a sweet thing you are…"
The kid's expression brightened at the praise and Macaque felt another piece of his selfish game lock into place.
Macaque began to move; rocking his hips with small movements that allowed him to adjust further. MK's eyes rolled back at the sheer pleasure of the tight heat that was wrapped around him like a sensual glove, sucking him in deeper and deeper as Macaque began to bounce harder on him. He could now feel himself loosening up and MK’s cock was now sliding smoothly in and out of him. It was a good feeling, especially when he angled his hips in that specific way so that each pass brushed against his prostate.
Fortunately, MK was a quick study when he wanted to be, and with his fingers tightly gripping Macaque’s hips, he was pushing his own pelvis up to meet those downward thrusts. Macaque was only half-hard himself but that was okay — he didn't need to cum right away. Whenever he felt MK tense up, he'd slow down. He didn't want it to be over too soon.
"Darling…" Macaque called out, with his honeyed tone.
Their eyes immediately met. A sharp little intake of breath; it was the first time Macaque had ever called him something so…lovingly. Macaque squeezed himself around his sweet human’s cock, just to see those brown eyes glaze over with pleasure. Macaque then cupped his tight furred balls in his hand, to push them upwards close to his body so that he could show MK where they were joined together. He lifted his hips up until MK's hard cock completely slipped out. The rim of his hole was a dark pink, slick, and it gaped emptily from where it had been stretched open — just waiting to be filled again.
Macaque made sure to deliberately inflate the kid’s ego with a soft coo. “That’s all you, darling.”
MK audibly groaned at the highly erotic image of exactly where he was fucking his cock into and his fingers tightened around Macaque’s hips to dig into the dark fur.
“Please,” MK whispered.
Laughing softly, Macaque sank back down onto MK’s cock until it was buried back inside him. He began to ride MK faster now, eager to chase his own pleasure. Hunching forward, panting, with one of his clawed hands splayed across the mattress. His other hand pushed between their bodies so that he could fist his now fully-hard cock. MK had bent his knees and was actively driving himself up until he felt Macaque tensing. It was the amazing feeling of Macaque cumming around him that had him jolting his hips upwards, a powerful orgasm finally, finally! tearing through him. He came with a shout and Macaque’s fingers nearly tore into the sheets as MK’s cock throbbed against his sensitive inner walls, spilling inside deep.
As their world focused around them, Macaque could hear the traffic start up again.
The rain had stopped.
MK’s warm, slightly clammy hand reached up to touch Macaque’s face. He brushed back the thick hair of the shadow monkey’s mane and caressed the side of his cheek. Macaque lifted his head to look at him. The young man’s skin glistened with sweat and that shirt was bunched up underneath his back and around his elbows.
“That was…wow…" MK said, with a stupid, lovesick smile on his face that somehow managed to send a live pulse directly into Macaque’s cold, dead heart.
Macaque faltered slightly and shifted his weight away from MK. There was a box of tissues on the bedside table and he took the opportunity to wipe away his cum from where he had spurted all over their stomachs. Then with a grunt, he lifted himself up and MK's softened cock slipped out of his ass.
"You know…" Macaque began conversationally as he settled next to the boy, not caring if he leaked cum all over the sheets. "Now that you’re Monkey King successor extraordinaire, you're going to be changing."
The kid blinked innocently. "What do you mean—mphh!"
Macaque cut off the rest of MK’s question by bluntly pushing his fingers into the pliant mouth. He ran the pad of his fingers along the upper and lower canines. Much sharper than an average human's.
"What I mean is that you'll start exhibiting some demon traits. For example, physical changes like sharper teeth," Macaque smoothly explained after withdrawing his fingers with a wet sound.
"Huh?"
"Wukong didn't warn you?" Macaque casually asked.
MK paused, lips parting as he watched Macaque suck his saliva-coated fingers clean.
"...No?"
Oh, how Macaque was enjoying this.
"Demons have a sexual hierarchy amongst each other, bud,” Macaque continued. “You're going to be presenting one soon enough and I have a good idea what you're going to be."
MK shrugged off the shirt and pulled the sheets up to cover their bare feet. “What does that mean?”
"You're the Monkey King's successor. You're elite. And there’s more."
“Like?”
"When a demon is with someone they…care about, then they bite them here—" Macaque tilted his head and indicated the side of his neck, to where his gland was. "To give them a claiming mark, to show that they're lovers."
He deliberately omitted the word bondmate.
"Why?" MK questioned.
"So that the other demons know to back off."
Macaque lightly pinched MK’s chin between his two fingers, to make sure that the kid was paying close attention.
“It’s not going to happen right now but it will happen eventually. When it does…I hope that you’ll be the one to bite me. And you know, MK…if you do that, I’ll feel ready enough to drop my glamour around you. You know that I have six ears right? I can teach you my name in the old tongue so you can call me that. Would you like that?”
MK frowned slightly and Macaque tensed slightly, hoping that he didn’t lay it on too thick.
“I swear, Macaque, if this is another one of your weird—”
“It really pains me to admit this, but I’m only here because of you,” Macaque quickly interrupted him, inwardly wincing at himself because he wasn’t exactly lying. “I know I’m not exactly welcomed so I’m staying because there’s something about you that makes me want to be next to you.”
Both of MK’s eyebrows rose in surprise at Macaque’s admission. Colour blossomed around his tanned cheeks and he looked away, unable to meet Macaque’s steady gaze. A silence fell between them, only broken by the sound of a scooter accelerating outside.
Then, just as Macaque thought he screwed up, MK brought his bashful look back. He slowly and carefully touched the back of Macaque’s hand — like they didn’t just fuck minutes before.
“Thank you for telling me,” MK quietly said and he shimmied even closer. “I uhm…I really like being next to you too. I wouldn’t want you to go. You’re important to me so I want you to stay.”
Macaque’s shoulders relaxed and he let his tail drape over MK’s hips. Encouraged by the action, MK pushed his knee forward and rubbed his shin over the shadow monkey’s own leg. As MK’s eyelids began to droop with tiredness, Macaque slowly pulled away and swung his legs over the bed’s edge so that he could stand up.
“Where you going?” he heard MK sleepily slur out.
“Bathroom. I’ll bring a towel,” Macaque replied as he steadfastly ignored the cum running down the back of his thigh.
“Mmmkay.”
Inside the tiny bathroom with its single shower stall and too-bright fluorescent light, Macaque stood in front of the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. The muscles around his biceps and shoulders rippled underneath the fur as he gripped the white porcelain.
You should have acted faster, Wukong, he thought to himself as his glamour flickered to give the briefest glimpse of his scarred eye and six ears. I’m going to make him mine and hopefully he’ll forsake you just like you have forsaken me.