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In the tranquil embrace of Flower Fruit Mountain, the esteemed Sage beheld the world unfold before him, each figure and event shifting in a languid dance. The air was thick with jubilance, as a hard-won triumph against an unknown adversary was being commemorated. Live streaming on Mei's handheld device, the trio of Mk, Redson, and Mei narrated the epic tale of their victory. Meanwhile, Pigsy arranged a bountiful feast, engaging in spirited discourse with none other than the formidable Demon Bull King and the Princess Iron Fan.
It was at that precise moment that Wukong's senses detected the absence of Sandy and Tang - a peculiar occurrence indeed. Rousing himself, Wukong assumed an upright position, surveying his surroundings until the faint sound of hushed voices reached his ears, beckoning him to redirect his gaze. Lo and behold, Tang and Sandy were found perched some distance away, engrossed in conversation whilst peering over a precipice.
Filled with curiosity, Wukong rose from his perch and clumsily stumbled over. "Wh... what you two doing?"
Sandy whirled. "Oh, hey there Monkey King!"
Tang's gaze shifted towards Wukong, and as he repositioned himself, the glass vessel containing liquor came into Wukong's purview. "Drinking... and watching Macaque."
Wukong halted upon the utterance of his former comrade's name, his brow arching inquisitively. "Huh? Where?"
Tang pointed in a vague direction. "There. He's going down torwards... the water?"
Wukong's gaze trailed the direction of Tang's outstretched finger, fixing upon the distant silhouette of an individual traversing the sandy expanse along the shoreline, likely Macaque. However, instead of gravitating towards the lapping waves, Macaque's trajectory veered towards the right.
"I'm a little worried." Sandy started. "Macaque was really quiet before he went out there."
Tang burst into a hearty laughter, his body slightly stooped in sheer amusement. "H- Haha! He's the six-eared Macaque! He'll here danger coming from a miiile away~!"
With a low sigh, Wukong summoned his celestial cloud, instantly captivating Tang's undivided focus.
"He's p- probably drunk... I'll just tell him to goooo... home." Wukong's muttered words accompanied his deliberate ascent onto the ethereal cloud.
With a gentle extension of his arm, Sandy assisted Wukong in mounting the ride. "Aren't you drunk too? Maybe we should send-"
"Don't bring me into this!" Pigsy yelled. "Handle it yourself!"
With a dismissive eye-roll, Wukong redirected his gaze towards Sandy. "I'll be fiinnnee. I get... drunk... all the time, this isn't a b- big thing for me."
Despite Sandy's worry, he bestowed upon Wukong a deliberate nod, prompting the latter to swiftly embark on his celestial cloud in pursuit of Macaque.
As Wukong distanced himself, the jubilant melodies and dazzling lights of the celebration gradually waned. Inebriated, his maneuvering skills faltered, causing his celestial cloud to sway intermittently. In a sudden turn of events, the cloud abruptly halted, resulting in Wukong's inglorious descent, his face meeting the embrace of the sandy terrain.
The King emitted a groan, his body gradually rising as his fierce glare locked onto the ethereal cloud. "H- Hey! Wha was that for?!"
The cloud remained silent, kindling a flame of fury within Wukong.
With a menacing growl, Wukong folded his arms. "Fine! I don't n- need you! I'll WALK! Walking is BETTER anyways!"
The billowy vapor gradually ascended, soaring towards the heavens, distancing itself from the presence of Wukong.
"Hey! Do NAT float away from me!" Wukong leaped, his outstretched arms straining to touch the rising cloud above, yet alas, his efforts were in vain.
Wukong huffed with evident frustration before swiftly pivoting on his heel. As he resumed his stride, his gaze fortuitously fell upon Macaque, who was situated not far off, scaling a nearby tree. Not just any tree though, it was the very tree they had long favored, their cherished sanctuary.
Macaque appeared to be ardently endeavoring to procure something, a succulent peach. Yet, despite his relentless efforts, the tantalizing fruit, mere inches from his outstretched hands, remained frustratingly elusive. Wukong couldn't help but emit a soft chuckle at the endearing spectacle that unfolded before him, an enchanting sight that kindled a heightened sense of delight, causing his tail to sway with heightened exuberance.
Wukong gradually advanced, observing the struggle. "Need help?"
Macaque came to a sudden halt, casting a deliberate gaze upon Wukong, his eyes narrowing akin to that of an alley cat. "No."
In a moment of epiphany, Wukong discerned that Macaque, too, was drunk and had likely stumbled upon this sanctuary on impulse, driven by a craving for a peach. Yet, as Wukong contemplated further, he remembered the myriad peach trees that had preceded their arrival before this particular one - why, then, had Macaque refrained from partaking in their bountiful offerings?
"Hah!"
Wukong's reverie was abruptly shattered as his gaze fell upon Macaque, who held the peach in his grasp, a foolish grin adorning his face.
"See? I don't needah... NO ones help!" Macaque fell back, finding solace as he suspended himself from the tree by his tail.
Mihou's grasp enveloped the peach, caressing its delicate surface before bestowing upon it a little kiss. "Nawt... even yours..."
With a slight nod, Wukong staggered over and settled himself amidst the interwoven roots of the tree. "Cool."
"I... I got it all... by myshelf."
"Good job."
"I... I don't needya!"
Wukong chuckled a bit. "Okay."
In the midst of an unfamiliar hush, Wukong observed as Macaque redirected his concentration towards the succulent peach, emitting joyous chirps. Macaque nuzzled the peach while disentangling his tail from the bough, descending to the ground with a grace that surpassed all expectations.
"Why... did ya come all da way out here for a peach?" Wukong asked
Macaque settled beside Wukong, his unwavering gaze still fixated upon the fruit. "I like this tree."
Upon hearing Macaque's utterance, a surge of elation coursed through Wukong's being, intermingled with a twinge of envy. The manner in which Macaque fixated upon the succulent fruit, wholly disregarding Wukong's presence, rendered him imperceptible. Wukong's comprehension of his own jealously remained elusive, yet his determination to rectify the situation remained resolute.
"I want dat."
Macaque's lips emitted an innocent gasp, involuntarily escaping as Wukong swiftly seized the peach from his grasp. In response, a flicker of annoyance ignited within Macaque, as he fixed his gaze sternly upon Wukong.
"Give it back!"
Macaque gracefully inclined towards Wukong, his fingers tentatively reaching out for the alluring peach. However, Wukong cunningly extended the fruit in the opposite direction, evading Macaque's grasp and increasing the distance between them. Undeterred, Macaque persisted in his efforts, leaning further over Wukong.
In that fleeting moment of physical contact, Wukong's heart stirred, reminding him of a sensation he had long forgotten. Yet, despite this unexpected connection, Wukong remained upset by the peach's monopolization of Macaque's attention. Consequently, rather than simply returning it, Wukong impulsively took a gigantic bite out of the succulent fruit.
Macaque was initially startled by Wukong's audacious behavior, however, gradually his countenance twisted with fury.
"Urgh! I- I hate you!" Macaque screamed out.
In a playful act of mischief, Wukong indulged in yet another succulent bite of the peach, seemingly to taunt Macaque.
Macaque emitted a low growl and poised his fist threateningly, ready to deliver a devastating blow to Wukong's head. However, with astonishing swiftness, Wukong intercepted Macaque's strike, firmly grasping his wrist in a display of remarkable agility. Unfazed by this unexpected turn of events, Macaque persisted, launching a second punch towards Wukong, only to have it effortlessly ensnared by his opponent once again.
As the tension mounted, a peach dropped onto the sandy terrain, emitting a soft thud before coming to a rest. Macaque emitted a low grunt, his efforts to free himself from Wukong's grip proving futile. Alas, Wukong had always possessed superior strength.
Before Macaque could vocalize his frustration, Wukong seized the opportunity to draw him nearer, their faces now mere inches apart. This sudden proximity caught Macaque off guard, his intoxicated gaze widening in shock as he finally locked eyes with Wukong.
Wukong loathed the sensation that enveloped him, the manner in which Macaque now barely acknowledged his presence. Had he ceased to hold significance in the warrior's eyes? Wukong had once been Macaque's entire world, and now he feared he had been reduced to insignificance.
Wukong's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "What's so good a- about a peach... huh?"
The hand of Wukong, firmly grasping Macaque's fist, descended and settled upon Macaque's waist, drawing him nearer until their chests melded in an embrace of profound intimacy. "A... a stupid one too."
With a slight bow of his head, Macaque cast a feeble yet intense gaze upon Wukong. "Because... it's not rotten..."
"Wha... what makes me rotten?" As Wukong leaned his head closer. "Ya... haven't tasted me."
In the apex of suspense, their glances remained firmly intertwined. A pregnant pause ensued, wherein solely the rhythmic cadence of the ocean's waves crashing upon the shoreline pervaded the audible realm.
With a slight dimming of Wukong's gaze, he impulsively leaned in and bestowed a kiss upon Macaque's lips. This unforeseen act brimmed with a potent mixture of desire, animosity... and melancholy. Lost in the moment, Macaque reciprocated the kiss without thought, disregarding all else. The intensity escalated as Wukong released his grip on Macaque's wrists, allowing the latter to straddle his lap, their entwined lips unbroken. Macaque reluctantly tore himself away, gasping for air, only for Wukong to seize his visage and draw him back into their passionate embrace.
Macaque discerned the audible thumping of Wukong's heart, its rapid rhythm intertwining with his own. Could it be that they had both yearned for this occurrence? Anticipating the opportune moment to indulge in one another's company, undisturbed by external influences.
The exchange of moans and breaths intertwined as their lips met, creating a harmonious symphony. Macaque firmly held both of Wukong's hands, restraining them against the sturdy bark, while his other hand gently grasped Wukong's face, applying pressure that parted his lips. Wukong emitted a feeble whimper as Macaque's tongue dominated his own, swiftly asserting its dominance upon contact. Surrendering to defeat, Wukong allowed Macaque to thoroughly explore the depths of his mouth.
With heavy breaths, Macaque withdrew, leaving Wukong in a dazed state, his eyes fluttering open ever so slightly. Wukong's countenance was captivating, and Macaque yearned for him to always wear such vulnerability. In that moment, Macaque's attention was suddenly drawn to something compelling, causing his gaze to descend. Lo and behold, a large dent marred Wukong's pants, undeniable evidence of his arousal. Yet, Wukong was not alone in succumbing to the seductive power of their kiss; Macaque too was hard, his erection pressing against Wukong's.
Macaque nibbled on his lower lip, unable to resist the allure of the situation. Shifting forward, he elicited a small moan from Wukong, along with a slight tensing of his body. Macaque observed Wukong's countenance with a lustful gaze, repeating the action several times, but at a slower pace to savor the sight. There was a particular moment in Wukong's visage that Macaque found captivating, perhaps the instant when his expression shifted, his brows furrowing as a wave of pleasure washed over him. Alternatively, it could have been the sight of Wukong's tail curling in sheer delight, appearing as if it sought the sand beneath for support.
Macaque contemplated an answer, his gaze fixed upon Wukong while he persistently moved his hips forward, causing their garments to frictionally unite. Macaque attentively noted the transformation of Wukong's countenance with each rhythmic thrust, avidly absorbing each newfound expression with his longing eyes. Wukong gently wriggled, emitting low moans of gratification that resonated as harmonious melodies in Macaque's receptive ears.
Overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations, Macaque trembled, gradually succumbing to the euphoria. Macaque closed his eyes, intensifying the swift undulations of his own hips, thereby eliciting more impassioned cries from Wukong.
"M- Macaaque-! Aah... anh... Mngh-ph~" Wukong's head tilted sideways, his mouth remaining slightly open while a deepening flush adorned his visage.
With a slight flutter of his eyelids, Wukong cast a sidelong gaze at Macaque, whose countenance bore the unmistakable marks of both arousal and desperation. Macaque drew nearer, sinking his teeth into the vulnerable flesh of Wukong's revealed neck. A loud gasp erupted from Wukong's lips, his eyes dilating in response, as his entire being oscillated between heightened tension and eventual surrender, his trembling growing ever more pronounced.
Macaque sunked his teeth into Wukong's neck, exerting just enough force to imprint a solitary mark without puncturing the skin.
The legs of the Sage twitched beneath Macaque, bending slightly before settling back into place. This only served to spur Macaque on, as he continued to rut against Wukong. His breath grew labored, transforming into subdued moans, signaling his imminent climax. The air resonated with their euphoric sounds, while Wukong tightly grasped Macaque's hand.
A cry escaped Wukong's lips, accompanied by an abrupt upward movement of his hips and a corresponding arching of his back. Macaque emitted a resounding gasp, his eyes fluttering open and rolling back as his grasp on Wukong's hands wavered.
"F- Fuck..." Macaque found himself instinctively pressing his forehead against Wukong, their bodies entwined as they rode out the peak of their ecstasy with deliberate, unhurried motions.
As they paused to regain their composure, Wukong's gaze shifted downwards, noticing the burgeoning dampness on their pants. Gradually expanding in size, these newly-formed wet spots bespoke a profound shift. Wukong raised his eyes, locking gazes with Macaque, sensing an undeniable transformation in the fabric of their relationship.
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"Hey, Monkey King?"
With a fleeting glance towards Mk, Wukong continued to savor the juicy peach between his lips. Though no words were exchanged, this subtle gesture encouraged Mk to proceed with their conversation.
"Last night, you disappeared from the party, Sandy said you went after Macaque."
Wukong halted his mastication, narrowing his gaze in an effort to recollect.
"Did you two fight of something? If you..."
As the words of Mk receded into the recesses of Wukong's consciousness, a vivid recollection of his encounter with Macaque began to resurface, gradually engendering a widening of his eyes. Within the confines of his mind, the fragmented memories of that eventful night echoed, evoking the image of Macaque pressing him against the tree, accompanied by a cacophony of passionate moans that elicited an embarrassed flush upon Wukong's countenance.
"Monkey King?"
Wukong emerged abruptly from his reverie, his eyes fixating upon the anxious Mk. A fleeting instant transpired as Wukong took in the sight, before he suppressed his own emotions with a forced smile.
"Ah! Don't worry, bud!" Wukong extended his arm, encircling Mk's shoulder with a gentle embrace. "It was... a small argument! Doesn't really matter, we were drunk and I can't even remember most of it."
Taking Wukong's word as the truth, Mk let out a sigh of relief. "Well... okay!"
As the passage of time unfolded, Mk departed from the company of Wukong, leaving the latter to his own solitary musings. Wukong observed the descent of the sun with a contemplative gaze before retiring to the sanctuary of his bedroom. Wukong cautiously stepped into the chamber, shutting the door behind him before casting a lingering gaze in the rear.
"... Anyone here?"
There was no answer.
With a swift sweep of his eyes, he surveyed the room, ensuring its vacancy. Securing the door with a decisive click, he proceeded to traverse the short distance to his bed. Settling himself within its confines, Wukong nestled beneath the covers, concealing himself from the world. An interlude ensued as he grappled with the notion that his forthcoming actions could be deemed ordinary.
As the hazy recollections of that fateful evening surged back into his consciousness, Wukong's hand descended, discretely finding its way beneath his trousers, prompting an shudder as his fingertips made contact with his erected dick. Simultaneously, his other hand gingerly traced the mark left by Macaque's bite, an indelible reminder of their intimate encounter.
Wukong yearned to recollect every iota of that encounter - every complex emotion, beautiful sensation, and resonating sound - yet, alas, all remained frustratingly elusive, like an blurry photo. Gradually, the room became awash with delicate moans and breathless gasps, the rhythmic movements of the bed covers an undeniable testimony to the dirty deed being made.