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It was simple. Manipulate, maybe pull some pretty little tears or an amusing reaction, leave with a warning after showing Wukong's successor just how weak he was without him. The whole missing the point entirely and relating to his side, on the other hand, was nothing less than insulting. Mk was bright, Mk was leaving everyone behind in the dust in his rise. But when he leans in, hand on Mk's shoulder, Macaque realizes there's something different about Mk's scent. Something... soft. Milky.
Maybe the human was onto something, after all. Wukong had used him and tossed him aside, just like he did with all the people who care about him. And his successor, it seemed, he'd used more than most.
The thought was in his mind now. The scent was delicious. And Mk was leaning into his hand like a touchstarved hound.
Mk's friends would be fine in the lantern for a bit. It wasn't as if they'd get hurt in there, and he simply had to summon it back from the shadows when he needed to let them go. But there was a new scent joining the milky scent of Wukong's pregnant mate (ex-mate? Either way, Macaque had a new plan in mind). Arousal.
Macaque liked the idea of that.
"Maybe, for such a dedicated fan, an encore could be in order?" Macaque nearly cringed at himself. His flirting was rustier than he thought it would be.
"An encore?"
Macaque let his hand trail down the human's shoulder.
"Unless there was something else you were hoping for, staying after the show?"
There. That was a little better.
He could practically see the 'what the hell, why not' cross the human's face. Macaque tested the waters, letting his hand fall farther, but even when it had slipped to Mk's thigh, the human didn't pull away. Mk sat there for a moment before letting out a shaky breath, and Macaque could smell the human's increasing arousal.
"What did you have in mind?" Mk asked.
Macaque leaned forward and kissed him, slowly to give him time to pull away if he changed his mind. Mk didn't, instead leaning into it with a low moan, body seeming to lose most of the tension he'd been carrying since walking in. The human spread his legs eagerly for him, returning the kiss with more vigor than Macaque had been expecting, and was panting by the time he broke away.
"What should I call you?" Mk asked.
"Call me whatever the hell you'd like," Macaque purred, scooping the human up in one go, which earned him an excited noise.
Macaque carried Mk in his arms to his stageroom, the human's heartbeat pounding excitedly in his ears. The human was too excited to wait, kissing him as he stumbled towards the door. It took a bit of fumbling to get it open while also keeping the affectionate human up, but then it fell open and he was able to stumble over to the bed. He left the light off, not wanting to lose this by Mk realizing who he was, wanting to spoil himself with one good night, one good thing, able to see better in the dark than the human could anyways. Mk's face was red and flustered as Macaque settled him back onto the bed, the human bouncing as Macaque playfully tossed him down onto it. He wasn't far enough along yet to show, let alone shake around what Wukong left inside him anyways.
Tonight, Macaque would spoil himself a little extra, he figured. Pretend he caused that sweet, intoxicating milky scent.
He let out an exaggerated playful growl and climbed on and over the human. The human let out a short laugh as Macaque attacked his neck with nips and kisses, letting out a soft moan as Macaque sucked marks into his neck. How could Wukong have abandoned this? Macaque had only had a taste, and already he was addicted.
"Last chance to back out, groupie," Macaque said.
Mk giggled at the nickname, and leaned his hips up to grind against Macaque's already rock hard tent. Macaque grinned against the human's neck. Mk's hands tried to wander, and Macaque felt a spike of adrenaline at the possibility of being caught, and caught them to pin above the human's head. By the moan it earned him, it seemed the human was a little naughtier than Macaque had expected.
"Going once, going twice," Macaque offered.
"Yes! Yes! Please!"
More than enough answer for him, as far as he was concerned. Macaque easily undid the buttons and zipper and rid Mk of his shorts, kicking out of his own baggy pants afterwards.
"Keep your hands up here, like a good boy," Macaque said, before purring. "If you can."
Mk only moaned, but when Macaque let go his hands stayed up there, the human grabbed onto the rungs of the headboard to hold on for dear life as Macaque tossed the shorts the rest of the way off. He heard them hit the wall, and grinned to himself as Mk let another huffy breath, the human's arousal nearly filling the room. He cupped Mk through his boxers, rubbing him, still grinning at being able to feel how wet he was even through his clothes.
"Touch me," Mk begged, and Macaque readily did as ordered, yanking the boxers down and off and cupping the human's cunt with his hand, feeling the wet softness of him with nothing between them. It was barely a minute or two before Mk spread his legs farther and begged for more, telling Macaque he was ready for him, begging for his cock, and Macaque felt pleasure shoot through him like an electric shock.
"Condom?" Macaque asked.
"Don't bother."
Macaque shoved his robes out of the way and held Mk's hips down as he rubbed his cock between Mk's wet lips, grinding his length against him, teasing him before he would line up to take him. Mk moaned and trembled, eyes half lidded, torn between trying to watch with what little he could make out or letting his head fall back and letting Macaque show him just how much better he was than that damned Monkey King.
Finally, when he figured he'd teased Mk long enough, Macaque pulled back and lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against Mk's entrance until the human took him by surprise and bucked up, taking Macaque's cock all by himself. Macaque let out a moan of his own and let himself drop so they were chest to chest, and he could catch Mk's moaning mouth with his own. He got an arm under Mk, pulling up the human's hips while the human breathed through taking him fully, and started to test the waters, keeping slow until Mk begged for more, more, more, until he was pounding Mk into the mattress. The human didn't last long on the order to keep his hands up, and they came to wrap around Macaque as tightly as his legs already had, the human panting and gasping in his ear as Macaque took him for a ride.
"Yes, yes, yes, like that, like that," Mk urged. "Aaah, so good."
"Bet you thought shadow puppets was all I was good for, huh?"
Mk laughed at that, giddy and happy, and Macaque felt something warm and fluttery twist in his chest. Not exactly the sort of thing he expected to feel when going to town on his ex-friend's maybe-not-maybe-yes mate.
He was surprised when they came together, had mostly lost himself in Mk's praise and the divine feeling of Mk's hot, velvet warmth wrapped around his cock, Mk screaming and spasming around his cock as the pleasure overfilled them both, and Macaque came hard enough to make his tail stiffen. Macaque practically saw stars exploding behind his eyes as Mk milked him for all he was worth.
He continued at a slower, lazier pace after, purring as he kissed and sucked more marks into Mk's skin, giving the human a chance to catch his breath and come back down. Their thighs were a mess of cum and slick between them, but neither showed any sign of caring.
When he figured Mk had finally caught his breath, Macaque bit back his own desire to continue or curl himself around the human, to nuzzle his bedpartner and to satisfy the feeling in the back of his head already trying to call Mk his mate. Mk wasn't his, he told himself. Mk didn't even know it was him. It was just a one night stand, two horny men getting their rocks off with each other.
Mk could never know it was him. He'd hate him if he did. Maybe even think Macaque took advantage of his state, or any of the worst case scenarios already running through his head now that he wasn't thinking with his dick. So despite his intincts yelling and sulking in his head, Macaque took one last deep breath of Mk's scent and pulled away, moving to unwrap the human's legs as he moved to pull out.
He was only head deep when Mk's legs tightened and the human let out a strangled noise and pulled him back in.
"W-wait, Ma- ore! Uh, more! Please stay a little more. Don't go!"
Mk didn't meet Macaque's startled eyes, averting them. He was still flustered, but his eyes were tearing up now.
He... he knew. Macaque wasn't dumb. He'd caught the slip up. His six ears weren't just for show.
Slowly, he sat up, careful not to pull out or jostle Mk too much, though the human did make a noise of complaint at having to unwrap his arms, and pulled back his hood.
"This is... okay?" Macaque asked carefully, scared to shatter whatever this was.
Mk nervously nodded, still not looking him in the eye.
"How long did you know?"
Mk fiddled with his hands, still not looking at him.
"I don't know if you meant to or not but, but you dropped your glamour when we came in here and... and I can see better in the dark since getting my powers," Mk admitted. "I... I thought you'd leave if you knew that I knew. I'm sorry."
Macaque cupped Mk's face and kissed him, couldn't stop himself from doing so. Mk let out a surprised noise but kissed back, readily opening his mouth to him when Macaque moved to deepen the kiss. Macaque moved his hands away and shed away the rest of the robe, and Mk let him do so, cupping Macaque's face to make sure their desperate kiss didn't end. The room was quiet but for their mouths and the occasional gasp for air.
"Fuck me as you?" Mk begged, and who was Macaque to refuse?