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“Mooonkie Kiiid…” MK sings quietly to himself as he walks through the door to Monkey King's home. He yawns, greeting his mentor by practically collapsing on top of him, smiling into his neck.
“Hey, kid. Tired much?”
“IIIIIiiiii decided to run last night and now I'm exhausted.” MK nuzzles the monkey further, breathing in his peach scent. “Want cuddles…”
“Mm.” Wukong places a hand on the human’s back, rubbing gently. “You're gettin’ pretty good at lying, bud.”
MK tenses a bit, then immediately relaxes; only someone who was looking for it would be able to tell that he gave any indication of hearing Wukong.
And Wukong was looking.
“What do you mean? It's true,” the human murmurs quietly, finger twirling itself in his mentor’s fur.
The monkey's hands start wandering downwards, sneaking under his lover’s shirt and pulling it up, revealing several reddened bite marks around MK’s hips.
“Just as I thought,” Wukong grins, one hand coming up to cup MK’s cheek, then roughly readjust him to face the monkey. “Now why would you lie to me about letting Macaque fuck the life out of you?”
The younger one grins nervously.
“Nothing to say now, huh?” Wukong brings his lover's face closer to his, his own grin turning mischievous. “Now let's see if I can fuck you until you really pass out.”
“Shi—” MK gasps as he's pinned down to the couch, arms miraculously behind his back and Wukong's hands grasping at his hair.
“How should we start… rough ‘n fast? Or let you start out slow?” The monkey licks his lips, eyes glowing a hazy pink already. “Or I could kick you out right now and make you take care of yourself.”
MK bites his lip, gasping as Wukong licks at his neck next. “N-No, please… want this.” The last words come out in almost a sigh, fingers flexing under his torso.
“Good boy.” One pawed hand comes out from MK's hair to glide down his torso, making sure to tease him just enough to get him to squirm. “Now…” He grips the growing bulge in the human's sweatpants, earning a yelp. “Answer the question.”
“Just…” More panting, hips bucking into the king's hand. “Whatever you want. Do whatever.”
Wukong gives a lecherous grin, eyes flashing a brighter pink. “Happy to.”
MK lets another hoarse whine escape his throat as he feels his partner's tongue roll under his cock again, hand digging deeply into Monkey King's fur and pulling hard.
“F-Fuck fuck fucK F—” he pants, eyes squeezing shut as the monkey hollows his cheeks around his dick. “Keep going, keep going, keep—”
“Don't be impatient.” Wukong's mouth comes off him with a lewd pop that makes MK shake with desire. “I told you you'd pass out from how good this is and I'll make it happen no matter how long it takes.”
Fuck, that's hot. MK lets out a strangled keen and reaches for Wukong's face, wanting to pull him back down. “Please, please…”
“I can't believe how desperate you already are.” Wukong swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, then laps up the small bit of precome there, grinning at MK's fixed stare. “Well, I can. But you know.”
“Monkey King, please just fuck me. Please—”
“Almost unintelligible. And to think! I had no idea you were such a whore—” The monkey leers over the human, huffing a laugh. “—when I first chose you as my successor—”
“Stop teasing!” It comes out in a whining keen, and MK flushes at the desperation already in his voice.
Monkey King pinches his partner's cock tip, eyes flashing a dangerous red. “Interrupt me again and you won't be leaving for a month.”
A silent nod.
With his mouth now occupied biting hickeys into olive skin, Wukong uses his tail to grab some lube from under the couch, the movement causing it to poof out and release more of his signature peach scent. MK whimpers.
“Aww, what? Already loose?” The monkey snickers. “I'll be minimal.”
Almost too fast to comprehend, the monkey's fingers are coated with lube and he's sticking three inside of MK. The younger one cries out in surprise, then breathes out a quiet moan, even as Wukong's fingers don't move, simply gauging the human's reaction, licking at a nasty bite.
MK lasts about ten seconds before he starts silently moving his hips, trying to force his mentor's fingers deeper.
In response, Monkey King simply curls the appendages, and MK cries out again.
Wukong seems to get an idea then, and with no forewarning, he starts thrusting his fingers at a relentless pace, muffling his trainee's moans with a scorching kiss, taking over his mouth with little struggle. MK shuts his eyes tightly, already close to orgasm from the intense blowjob he'd received a few minutes before.
The human's hands come up to the elder monkey's back, clawing through the fabric in an attempt to ground himself. Wukong growls into his mouth in response, very deliberately hitting his prostate on each punishing thrust of his fingers now.
MK breaks the kiss, eyes opening to roll upwards. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm—”
“Yeeeahh.” Wukong keeps his fingers prodded on MK's prostate for a few seconds as he leans back into a sitting position, watching hot cum shoot from his partner's dick, splattering his shirt. “Good little boy. Good slut.”
And then he doesn't stop. He keeps thrusting his fingers, ignoring the brunette’s bucking hips. He revels in MK's moans, free hand grasping at lithe hips to keep them from spasming too much.
“Please, please…”
“No, no. If you can lie to me, you can take it.”
MK doesn't grace him with a response, not that he can form one in the first place. His stuttered groans and keens fill the small room, echoing around them.
“You think Macaque would enjoy this scene? You sobbing over just my fingers? Can he level you to nothing like I can?” He curls his fingers against the human's prostate.
MK lets out a groan in response.
Wukong hums, biting at his lover's neck again, his fingers slowing. “You want my dick?” he asks in a condescending voice. “Or you want me to finger you for hours and hours?”
“Please fuck me, please...”
“Whatever you say, bud.”
With a snap, the monkey's pants are gone, revealing his achingly hard dick.
“Get ready. Be a good boy for me, okay?”
Wukong's tone and his hand caressing MK’s face are surprisingly gentle, so it makes it all the better when he starts pounding into the human at an almost alarming speed.
MK yelps and keens, grasping at the couch arm behind him as his knees are shoved up to his chest. Wukong's eyes glow a deep pink, tongue licking at his own teeth as he dissects every expression, every movement the brunette makes.
“So good… So good, so good. Just for me.”
“God— fuck—”
MK cums again, spilling on his already dampened chest and Wukong's.
“Good boy. Good boy.”
And the monkey still doesn't stop. He fills the human with his seed and doesn't even falter, his thrusts just as fast.
“I told you, bud,” he groans into his ear, “we aren't stopping until you pass out.”