[ Another tail being wrapped around his floods him with memories and he mentally sneers at them, sliding his tail along Red Son's and using the tip of his tail to tease that of his counterpart. There was no way this wasn't going to bring things up, in fact it was sort of the point. So he could snub them and the person in them. ]
[ He's fairly sure Red Son has a similar thought, that Wukong would hate this, and he's happy to let that fuel them both since in his head Wukong is so smug and happy without him, with someone else. Someone who doesn't want him to change. ]
[ Three different hands slide beneath Red Son's tunic, Macaque's real hand being slightly warmer, creased and calloused where the shadow hands are smooth, cooler. Macaque's claws scrape down Red Son's back between his shoulder blades while the shadow hands skim over his chest and abdomen in a way that's bound to make him shiver all the more. ]
[ Macaque presses his hips close but keeps his shoulders back so the buttons on his various colorful layers can be undone. His kiss is harder, demanding. He releases a low, breathy sound against Red Son's mouth when that leg curls around him. He knew the boy was passionate, and it's delightful. He's so warm, so eager -- this isn't only being done for Wukong's distaste. ]
[Red Son is certain at least some of this is to get to Wukong. How much he can't be sure, but that's all right. He was willing to face the consequences of his actions from the WereMonkey, but Wukong went right past punishment to viciousness that frankly made it harder to address things with Saya and MK in a rational manner. It had made him hurt Saya even more. And maybe MK, TBD.]
[If Wukong's ex, or whatever they exactly were, wanted to use him specifically for petty spite, Red Son was willing to go along with it. Besides, wasn't some of Wukong's grievances about Red Son 'controlling' others decisions in accommodating his own emotions? Macaque was free to do what he wanted and Red Son is willing to throw that in his face.]
[Besides, it wasn't purely for spite. He wouldn't sleep with someone solely to piss someone off, not even Wukong. If he didn't think Macaque was attractive and could be potential fun, he would have said no. He just would not begrudge Macaque if all he needed was the spite, but he did offer to be a distraction and he would make a good showing of it.]
[There is a groan as their tails move together, his own sensitive from how often he keeps it hidden away. It doesn't have the near control of the monkey's tail, but he can curl it with the others, shift and twine in subtle, but eager movement.]
[The hands are a lot, splitting his attention as the sparks of pain from the claws, the coolness of the shadows all the more apparent on his normally hotter skin, a hard shudder going through him, his leg curling tighter. It's hard to keep up the intensity of the kiss and undo the buttons with the attention, so he finally relents on one, opening his mouth in invitation, letting Macaque take what he will.]
[Giving the buttons more focus, clever fingers undoing them quickly and somehow avoiding just ripping them off. As tempting as it was. Warm hands immediately pressing to skin and fur when he gets the last button undone, trailing over his chest to feel timed muscle, before tugging him closer with at least one barrier out of the way.]
[ Macaque could fill ten times ten thousand pages with what Wukong's problems were, and often rattles them off inside his head, but just now he'll suffice in knowing that this would be one of them. It wouldn't make a bad time good, but it does make this good time better. ]
[ Uncoiling their tails, Macaque uses his to stroke down Red Son's tail to its base, teasing the skin there. He might know from vast experience that this area tends to be sensitive. ]
[ The shadows turn around them like a spinning light, the first time vanishing Macaque's open jacket and vest and shirt without him seeming to have pulled his hands away from Red Son, revealing more of his soft, dark fur. Macaque's hands move to the back of Red Son's thighs and hike his legs up around him, and the second turn of the light has Macaque on his back on the bed, Red Son sitting on top of him on his knees. Shadow magic is useful in a plethora of ways. ]
[ Warm real hands and cool shadow hands slide up Red Son's chest and back to help his tunic off. A shadow stirs to life against the back of Red Son's shoulder and bites at the crook of his neck, his teeth feeling all too solid. Another curls against his back, bites hard on his flank. Beneath him, Macaque watches and listens, ears twitching as his hands and tail idly wander. ]
[He's certainly not wrong about the sensitive, gasping against his lips, hips bucking at the feeling. His tail whipping back and forth as a low growl rumbles his chest.]
[He feels more than sees the clothes vanish, partially opening his eyes. The shadows keeping moving, but it is delightfully convenient. Just also disorienting. His legs move up when tugged, hands eagerly moving to run through soft fur, but there's another shift, body pulled along with the change of gravity, another muffled squawk of surprise. It makes him feel off balanced.]
[Not necessarily in a bad way, but he is finding it hard to keep up, still registering they're on a bed now as he feels a tug of the tunic and one hand reluctantly leaves the soft fur to help tug it off.]
[Only to be completely caught off guard as he feels the teeth at his neck, breaking the kiss as he cries out, claws digging in past fur to skin, his other hand slapping down on the bed at the unexpected burst of pain and pleasure. Only to feel another bite before he has his metaphorical feet under him, this cry louder, head thrown back, arching over Macaque, fire flaring from his hair and the end of his tail, only helping the shadow dance as he shakes hard at the sudden onslaught.]
Fuck- [His breathing is harder now with the buzzing pleasure, looking at Macaque with lidded eyes, the lust quite apparent in darkened eyes.] You are...such a c-cheat. [This is not in anyway a complaint. More an acceptance he is absolutely going to be a wreck by the end of this.]
[ The shadow clones cackle in an airy way, curling around Red Son and taking a more amorphous form as one strokes the base of his tail and the other ghosts through his hair, removing the I assume red-stoned hair pin and placing it on the night table out of the way. ]
And you're pretty to watch. [ Watch start losing control, that is. He intends to watch far more of it before they're through here. When you sign up to distract someone from something as big as his Wukong issues you've gotta anticipate that it's gonna be this way. ]
[ Macaque leans down and laves over the neck bite with his tongue, lazily exploring every crevice of the mark his clone made. Tasting blood and not minding that in the slightest. His arm wraps around Red Son's hips to tug him closer, so they're pressed flush together, chest to chest. Macaque bites over the mark his clone left, hard since it seems to get a fun reaction.... and then he slides away, reclining onto his back as three shadow clones emerge from the dark wall above them, purple-lit eyes and gleeful smiles as they move toward Red Son. ]
[ Macaque settles in to watch his clones, one pressed against his back which bites his shoulder blade. One curling around his thigh and tugging open his pants while it breathes a laugh low on his stomach, then scrapes the skin with his teeth. The third curling around his arm and biting hard on his bicep. ]
Let's hear more of those sounds. [ Macaque's actual hands settle at Red Son's waist. His hips shifting just slightly as the show is definitely doing something for him. ]
[ --and into one of the private cabins, where she'll feel the wall against her back, Macaque standing in front of her with a hand on the wall over her shoulder. His dark fur seeming to blend into the darkness of the room. ]
Something more like this is what I was thinking.
[ He reaches out to pluck at the costume. ] May I? [ By the glowing purple still swirling in his eyes, he probably doesn't mean removing it in the standard way. ]
[ Off to their side, the door lock clicks into place. If Evangeline glances that way she'll see one of his shadows, with matching purple eyes, sinking back into the wall. His right eye winks at her. He's full of surprises. ]
[ As demonstrated when the dim light flashes around them, shadows swirling and producing an effect not unlike a fire engine's light. And her costume is suddenly off -- resting to the side in the cabin, not gone, but she didn't even feel it getting removed. ]
Shadows are useful things.
[ While he was at it, he unglamored his ears. His two ears have become six, he wasn't named as he was for nothing. The ears aren't all the same size, the top ones being a bit larger and each set of three descends in size as they move toward his shoulders. They're glowing softly, slightly different shades each, somewhere along the blue-purple spectrum. If she's into nonhumans, this should help. ]
[Underneath the costume, she's wearing black lacy underwear - just because you're dressed up as a horrifying entity doesn't mean your underwear shouldn't be cute. She gasps when she's suddenly undressed, but it turns into a giggle.]
They certainly seem that fun. I wonder what else you can do with them?
[But her attention is on his ears, now. She runs her finger over the shell of one of his top ears, a gentle caress, as she presses a kiss to a lower one's earlobe on the other side.]
[ He grins promisingly at the mention of his shadows. She'll see some of it for certain. ]
[ He glances down at her with appreciation, although humans wouldn't be on his top 5 list of attractions on their own, he always has a liking for good aesthetics. His strong tail wraps around her waist to drag her closer and his breathing hitches at the touch on his ears. ]
Those are sensitive, to sound and touch both. Too much of either means the wrong kind of pain. [ Just so she knows. ]
[ Macaque leans closer, flattening his hands on the wall over MK's shoulders. His shadow clone leans down to scrape its teeth below MK's ear. ]
Let's see, what to say. How about... if you want me to be your teacher, I should give you a thorough lesson in patience. [ Macaque's gaze flicks down just for a flash, enough to be very suggestive. ] I am quite good at that. Definitely ask Red Son about it sometime, his hair will go up immediately.
[This teasing is going in a direction MK didn't expect. Not when those hands press on either side of his shoulders. He swallows as the eyes flick down, sure he knows where they went. Teeth on his ear and the way Macaque is talking gets the butterflies swarming in his stomach. He shivers and swallows. The blood is rushing away from his brain so coming up with something to fire back with is proving difficult for MK.]
I'm not good at...being patient. [He chuckles nervously.] You might have to work hard to teach me some. And I will. Heh. Bet that'll be hilarious.
[ Macaque can't say he expected this either. At least not now. But the only reason he can think of to stop is 'what if it bothered Wukong?' and he made a promise -- not just that he'd let MK in, that he wouldn't let his fear dictate whatever they were to each other. Worry about what Wukong would think probably qualifies as fear. ]
[ And before, when Macaque said that falling into bed might be a form of closeness he'd accept more readily... it wasn't hypothetical. If MK hadn't been crystal clear that he's interested in this specifically then it would be another matter, but he did, and here they are. ]
You know me. [ Macaque leans over so the breath from his words brushes MK's ear, while on MK's other side the shadow clone is nibbling its way down his neck with the barest graze of teeth. ] If I'm going to train you, I won't do it halfway.
My shadows would not only hold you up, but keep you from hurrying me along. Except your head, I'll leave that free to move. So you can look at anything you like. A perfect view while I slowly, slowly unravel you. So slow that you shake and shudder and fill every corner of this room with little pleading sounds.
[ From the wall behind MK, hands emerge from the shadows and curl around his thighs, slide in a lazy, deliberate way from his waist up to his chest. There's a sound to the process, like a long and satisfied sigh. ]
[ Macaque leans back a bit, so he can look MK in the face from inches away. His grin is full of coiled promise. ]
Besides, if I've only earned a 4 out of 10 so far, I have something to prove, don't I? [ There's another question buried in there: how's his score now? ]
[Mk wondered for a moment if this would have happened eventually back home. If he had his awakening at home, would he and Macaque be doing this? Was it because they were both here and everything that happened here happened that this was happening? The delivery boy didn't have much time to think on it was those words slipped into his ears like those shadow hands slide over his body. He gasped before he let out a soft needy whimper.]
[The way Macaque made it sound like torture but also made Mk want to feel it rattled something inside Mk. It pulled at something he didn't really know was there. He lets out a shuddering breathe as he looks into those eyes that stare at him and that promising grin. Macaque is so handsome. Those six ears, his intense eyes, and that fangy grin. The dark soft fur he wants to feel. MK breathes in deep through his nose to catch the scent coming off the monkey. He shivers as he licks his own lips.
Mk's eyes grow darker but spark with a little hint of rebellion. If Macaque wants to break him down, then he should resist in his own way. Not to break free but to draw it out. Make it slow for them both. Let this moment last as long as possible.]
I think you've done this before. If you want me to make those kind of noises, I'm gonna make you work for it.
Make you earn that 10. Right now? You're getting close to 6.
[ Would this have happened back home? Macaque can't say he hasn't considered that. The roads not taken and all that. But here and now, he's not so much considering philosophy. The way MK's pulse is picking up speed is far more interesting, the little hitch of breath, echoing perfectly in six flicking ears. ]
[ Watching MK decide to make things difficult is refreshing, honestly. Macaque always did like a challenge. ]
You're in good hands, if that's what you mean by saying I've done this before. [ The shadow hands grip MK, perfect finger imprints halfway up the inside of his thighs. A little joke, that. ]
Make me work all you like. Makes it all the more rewarding when I get that perfect ten.
[ Macaque leans down, noses under MK's chin so he'll lift his head. Said nose then brushes down his neck, following the subtle flicker of his heartbeat. ]
You very considerately gave me a list, after all. Saying things that make you weak in the knees, we're getting there. Teeth was another. [ A shadow clone nips at the crook of MK's shoulder while Macaque's fangs graze the base of his throat. Slowly, slowly working his way up MK's neck, a teasing nibble over the harder turn of his jawbone. The shadows around MK's limbs and chest swirl as if they're restless. ]
[ Macaque takes MK's chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings MK's gaze down to meet his, giving MK a moment to note the way he's grinning. ]
What was the third, again? [ Macaque's smile is clear that he remembers that kisses were the other one. He wants MK to ask for one. ]
[After both of them have made sure Choco is alright, awake, and herself, Lucifer goes to Macaque's room. He knocks before he enters and will make his way over to the nest. He is still in those rather casual clothes. His gloves and shoes off, his hooves and the darkened skin on his hands and legs from his fall. He looks for Macaque. Finding his mate, he'll slide beside him and snuggle close.]
Hello, love. How are you feeling now that she's awake? I know I'm relieved, still a bit nervous but kind of an excited nervous. I know she's going to be fine and given time, she'll be thriving again.
Macaque rolls over to face Lucifer and starts tracing the dark skin of one of his hands with a fingertip. He's tired, but it's more mental exhaustion than physical.
"She's resilient. More than she should have to be."
Lucifer's cheek glow with that golden flush as the fingers trace the dark skin. He often has gloves on and definitely shoes to hide his hooves. But here? Especially with Macaque, it's not necessary. He doesn't have to hide. He knows. Still, it's embarrassing. In a good way.
"She is. And she has a big family here to support her. And you. So, how are you? Tired?" He asks softly, just letting Macaque trace the signs of his fall from grace. His tail appears to gently hook with Macaque's.
Macaque leans over to kiss one of those golden cheeks. And now that he remembers, he lowers the glamors around his ears, and gets a little kick from his emotional intimacy objective.
"Tired in that way when you've been overthinking."
"I'd be surprised if you weren't," he whispers back, seeing the ears. He gently cups Macaque's cheek, not going to overstimulate him or hitting those objectives too hard, he hopes.
"Want to talk about it? Or about something else entirely to give your mind a rest?"
This is … wow. Something out of a story indeed. [ Yuzuki allows himself all of two seconds to simply stare at this ridiculous masterpiece of a bathroom. ] And here I'd been thinking the bedroom was impressive.
[ Some small part of him wants to investigate every inch of it. Another small part of him is busily refusing to think about — well, he isn't thinking about it. ]
[ But the vast majority of his focus is squarely on Macaque. All the more so at the delightful little show he makes of getting undressed, which Yuzuki isn't at all shy about watching. ]
He did. [ Yuzuki slants a grin at Macaque. ] Within a few hours of our first meeting, in fact, and shortly after he'd melted my brain out of my ears for the first time. [ He gets to work on unwrapping himself, slow and teasing and with a dancer's grace. ] … My first time.
"They went a little nuts for my first Father's Day. They're enthusiastic, it's cute." Macaque's abundant affection for his kids permeates his voice, but then his focus is on Yuzuki's show of undressing.
Macaque makes a thoughtful sound as his shadow leads Yuzuki's to a comfortable spot in the corner of the bathroom, hoping to draw it into more cuddling.
"I'm stricken by the ridiculous urge to compete with myself when you say it like that," he muses casually as he takes the steps down into the bath.
[ A little nuts sounds like the understatement of the century. … It's cute, though. Macaque's smile. His warmth and affection when he talks about his kids. ]
Terrifying. [ Yuzuki laughs under his breath, shaking his head. ] But sweet.
[ Yuzuki's shadow makes a quick detour — without letting go of Macaque's — to requisition Yuzuki's coat (their wings). It's woven from their shadow, and as such it's as much a part of them as they themselves are. It's also incredibly comfortable. Perfect blanket material. The shadow spreads the coat-cloak-wings-blanket out in the chosen corner and climbs in for snuggles and grooming. ]
Oho. Now there's an intriguing prospect. [ He follows Macaque into the bath, and, oh, the water feels glorious. He sighs appreciatively as he settles in. ] I'd gladly endeavour to give as good as I get.
"Mildly terrifying, yes." He can't argue with that. Just wait until his wedding, they'll be unstoppable thermodynamics-defying machines of cute. Quite literally, knowing Donnie.
Macaque's shadow slowly touches the coat, its hand reverent as it makes a thorough exploration. Then it smiles a wide, purple-lit smile and goes to give its counterpart the same slow exploration.
"I aim to please, which I suppose you've seen." Macaque takes a seat near his basket of shampoos and such. "Let me know what scent you prefer when you're ready. I have peach, mango, plum, apple, and jasmine. And I can grab anything else from the store if none of those will suit." He grins the grin of a shameless thief.
[ If he'd been in Macaque's shoes, he'd have damn well keeled over. … Or. Calmly portalled himself elsewhere. So calmly. So … ]
[ So much for not thinking about it. Damnit. Yuzuki allows himself one (1) sigh, a little exhale through his nose, and takes a moment to argue with himself explore the basket of products almost as thoroughly as the two shadows are exploring one another. ]
… I have a — well. She isn't my kid. [ Macaque can no doubt hear the 'but'. ] Bella. Elanor. [ Yuzuki grumbles faintly. ] She's six.
[ The grumble becomes a hum as he considers the bottles, and another, warmer hum when he glances up to consider Macaque and that handsome grin he's wearing. ]
You're a pleasure in and of yourself, Macaque. As for the scent … hm. [ … A slow smile blossoms; he just had an idea. ] I'd like you to choose. Whichever scent you think best suits me.
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[ Another tail being wrapped around his floods him with memories and he mentally sneers at them, sliding his tail along Red Son's and using the tip of his tail to tease that of his counterpart. There was no way this wasn't going to bring things up, in fact it was sort of the point. So he could snub them and the person in them. ]
[ He's fairly sure Red Son has a similar thought, that Wukong would hate this, and he's happy to let that fuel them both since in his head Wukong is so smug and happy without him, with someone else. Someone who doesn't want him to change. ]
[ Three different hands slide beneath Red Son's tunic, Macaque's real hand being slightly warmer, creased and calloused where the shadow hands are smooth, cooler. Macaque's claws scrape down Red Son's back between his shoulder blades while the shadow hands skim over his chest and abdomen in a way that's bound to make him shiver all the more. ]
[ Macaque presses his hips close but keeps his shoulders back so the buttons on his various colorful layers can be undone. His kiss is harder, demanding. He releases a low, breathy sound against Red Son's mouth when that leg curls around him. He knew the boy was passionate, and it's delightful. He's so warm, so eager -- this isn't only being done for Wukong's distaste. ]
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And maybe MK, TBD.][If Wukong's ex, or whatever they exactly were, wanted to use him specifically for petty spite, Red Son was willing to go along with it. Besides, wasn't some of Wukong's grievances about Red Son 'controlling' others decisions in accommodating his own emotions? Macaque was free to do what he wanted and Red Son is willing to throw that in his face.]
[Besides, it wasn't purely for spite. He wouldn't sleep with someone solely to piss someone off, not even Wukong. If he didn't think Macaque was attractive and could be potential fun, he would have said no. He just would not begrudge Macaque if all he needed was the spite, but he did offer to be a distraction and he would make a good showing of it.]
[There is a groan as their tails move together, his own sensitive from how often he keeps it hidden away. It doesn't have the near control of the monkey's tail, but he can curl it with the others, shift and twine in subtle, but eager movement.]
[The hands are a lot, splitting his attention as the sparks of pain from the claws, the coolness of the shadows all the more apparent on his normally hotter skin, a hard shudder going through him, his leg curling tighter. It's hard to keep up the intensity of the kiss and undo the buttons with the attention, so he finally relents on one, opening his mouth in invitation, letting Macaque take what he will.]
[Giving the buttons more focus, clever fingers undoing them quickly and somehow avoiding just ripping them off. As tempting as it was. Warm hands immediately pressing to skin and fur when he gets the last button undone, trailing over his chest to feel timed muscle, before tugging him closer with at least one barrier out of the way.]
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[ Uncoiling their tails, Macaque uses his to stroke down Red Son's tail to its base, teasing the skin there. He might know from vast experience that this area tends to be sensitive. ]
[ The shadows turn around them like a spinning light, the first time vanishing Macaque's open jacket and vest and shirt without him seeming to have pulled his hands away from Red Son, revealing more of his soft, dark fur. Macaque's hands move to the back of Red Son's thighs and hike his legs up around him, and the second turn of the light has Macaque on his back on the bed, Red Son sitting on top of him on his knees. Shadow magic is useful in a plethora of ways. ]
[ Warm real hands and cool shadow hands slide up Red Son's chest and back to help his tunic off. A shadow stirs to life against the back of Red Son's shoulder and bites at the crook of his neck, his teeth feeling all too solid. Another curls against his back, bites hard on his flank. Beneath him, Macaque watches and listens, ears twitching as his hands and tail idly wander. ]
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[He feels more than sees the clothes vanish, partially opening his eyes. The shadows keeping moving, but it is delightfully convenient. Just also disorienting. His legs move up when tugged, hands eagerly moving to run through soft fur, but there's another shift, body pulled along with the change of gravity, another muffled squawk of surprise. It makes him feel off balanced.]
[Not necessarily in a bad way, but he is finding it hard to keep up, still registering they're on a bed now as he feels a tug of the tunic and one hand reluctantly leaves the soft fur to help tug it off.]
[Only to be completely caught off guard as he feels the teeth at his neck, breaking the kiss as he cries out, claws digging in past fur to skin, his other hand slapping down on the bed at the unexpected burst of pain and pleasure. Only to feel another bite before he has his metaphorical feet under him, this cry louder, head thrown back, arching over Macaque, fire flaring from his hair and the end of his tail, only helping the shadow dance as he shakes hard at the sudden onslaught.]
Fuck- [His breathing is harder now with the buzzing pleasure, looking at Macaque with lidded eyes, the lust quite apparent in darkened eyes.] You are...such a c-cheat. [This is not in anyway a complaint. More an acceptance he is absolutely going to be a wreck by the end of this.]
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I assumered-stoned hair pin and placing it on the night table out of the way. ]And you're pretty to watch. [ Watch start losing control, that is. He intends to watch far more of it before they're through here. When you sign up to distract someone from something as big as his Wukong issues you've gotta anticipate that it's gonna be this way. ]
[ Macaque leans down and laves over the neck bite with his tongue, lazily exploring every crevice of the mark his clone made. Tasting blood and not minding that in the slightest. His arm wraps around Red Son's hips to tug him closer, so they're pressed flush together, chest to chest. Macaque bites over the mark his clone left, hard since it seems to get a fun reaction.... and then he slides away, reclining onto his back as three shadow clones emerge from the dark wall above them, purple-lit eyes and gleeful smiles as they move toward Red Son. ]
[ Macaque settles in to watch his clones, one pressed against his back which bites his shoulder blade. One curling around his thigh and tugging open his pants while it breathes a laugh low on his stomach, then scrapes the skin with his teeth. The third curling around his arm and biting hard on his bicep. ]
Let's hear more of those sounds. [ Macaque's actual hands settle at Red Son's waist. His hips shifting just slightly as the show is definitely doing something for him. ]
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+ Evangeline, masquerade
[ --and into one of the private cabins, where she'll feel the wall against her back, Macaque standing in front of her with a hand on the wall over her shoulder. His dark fur seeming to blend into the darkness of the room. ]
Something more like this is what I was thinking.
[ He reaches out to pluck at the costume. ] May I? [ By the glowing purple still swirling in his eyes, he probably doesn't mean removing it in the standard way. ]
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Please do.
[She rests a hand on his hip to tug him a tiny bit closer to her.]
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[ As demonstrated when the dim light flashes around them, shadows swirling and producing an effect not unlike a fire engine's light. And her costume is suddenly off -- resting to the side in the cabin, not gone, but she didn't even feel it getting removed. ]
Shadows are useful things.
[ While he was at it, he unglamored his ears. His two ears have become six, he wasn't named as he was for nothing. The ears aren't all the same size, the top ones being a bit larger and each set of three descends in size as they move toward his shoulders. They're glowing softly, slightly different shades each, somewhere along the blue-purple spectrum. If she's into nonhumans, this should help. ]
[ All six of them twitch a bit. ]
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They certainly seem that fun. I wonder what else you can do with them?
[But her attention is on his ears, now. She runs her finger over the shell of one of his top ears, a gentle caress, as she presses a kiss to a lower one's earlobe on the other side.]
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She'll see some of it for certain. ]
[ He glances down at her with appreciation, although humans wouldn't be on his top 5 list of attractions on their own, he always has a liking for good aesthetics. His strong tail wraps around her waist to drag her closer and his breathing hitches at the touch on his ears. ]
Those are sensitive, to sound and touch both. Too much of either means the wrong kind of pain. [ Just so she knows. ]
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+ MK, Hot or Not
Four? Plenty of room, then.
[ Macaque leans closer, flattening his hands on the wall over MK's shoulders. His shadow clone leans down to scrape its teeth below MK's ear. ]
Let's see, what to say. How about... if you want me to be your teacher, I should give you a thorough lesson in patience. [ Macaque's gaze flicks down just for a flash, enough to be very suggestive. ] I am quite good at that. Definitely ask Red Son about it sometime, his hair will go up immediately.
[ That should be a nice one-two punch. ]
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I'm not good at...being patient. [He chuckles nervously.] You might have to work hard to teach me some. And I will. Heh. Bet that'll be hilarious.
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[ And before, when Macaque said that falling into bed might be a form of closeness he'd accept more readily... it wasn't hypothetical. If MK hadn't been crystal clear that he's interested in this specifically then it would be another matter, but he did, and here they are. ]
You know me. [ Macaque leans over so the breath from his words brushes MK's ear, while on MK's other side the shadow clone is nibbling its way down his neck with the barest graze of teeth. ] If I'm going to train you, I won't do it halfway.
My shadows would not only hold you up, but keep you from hurrying me along. Except your head, I'll leave that free to move. So you can look at anything you like. A perfect view while I slowly, slowly unravel you. So slow that you shake and shudder and fill every corner of this room with little pleading sounds.
[ From the wall behind MK, hands emerge from the shadows and curl around his thighs, slide in a lazy, deliberate way from his waist up to his chest. There's a sound to the process, like a long and satisfied sigh. ]
[ Macaque leans back a bit, so he can look MK in the face from inches away. His grin is full of coiled promise. ]
Besides, if I've only earned a 4 out of 10 so far, I have something to prove, don't I? [ There's another question buried in there: how's his score now? ]
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[The way Macaque made it sound like torture but also made Mk want to feel it rattled something inside Mk. It pulled at something he didn't really know was there. He lets out a shuddering breathe as he looks into those eyes that stare at him and that promising grin. Macaque is so handsome. Those six ears, his intense eyes, and that fangy grin. The dark soft fur he wants to feel. MK breathes in deep through his nose to catch the scent coming off the monkey. He shivers as he licks his own lips.
Mk's eyes grow darker but spark with a little hint of rebellion. If Macaque wants to break him down, then he should resist in his own way. Not to break free but to draw it out. Make it slow for them both. Let this moment last as long as possible.]
I think you've done this before. If you want me to make those kind of noises, I'm gonna make you work for it.
Make you earn that 10. Right now? You're getting close to 6.
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[ Watching MK decide to make things difficult is refreshing, honestly. Macaque always did like a challenge. ]
You're in good hands, if that's what you mean by saying I've done this before. [ The shadow hands grip MK, perfect finger imprints halfway up the inside of his thighs. A little joke, that. ]
Make me work all you like. Makes it all the more rewarding when I get that perfect ten.
[ Macaque leans down, noses under MK's chin so he'll lift his head. Said nose then brushes down his neck, following the subtle flicker of his heartbeat. ]
You very considerately gave me a list, after all. Saying things that make you weak in the knees, we're getting there. Teeth was another. [ A shadow clone nips at the crook of MK's shoulder while Macaque's fangs graze the base of his throat. Slowly, slowly working his way up MK's neck, a teasing nibble over the harder turn of his jawbone. The shadows around MK's limbs and chest swirl as if they're restless. ]
[ Macaque takes MK's chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings MK's gaze down to meet his, giving MK a moment to note the way he's grinning. ]
What was the third, again? [ Macaque's smile is clear that he remembers that kisses were the other one. He wants MK to ask for one. ]
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Hello, love. How are you feeling now that she's awake? I know I'm relieved, still a bit nervous but kind of an excited nervous. I know she's going to be fine and given time, she'll be thriving again.
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"She's resilient. More than she should have to be."
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"She is. And she has a big family here to support her. And you. So, how are you? Tired?" He asks softly, just letting Macaque trace the signs of his fall from grace. His tail appears to gently hook with Macaque's.
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"Tired in that way when you've been overthinking."
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"Want to talk about it? Or about something else entirely to give your mind a rest?"
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December TDM
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This is … wow. Something out of a story indeed. [ Yuzuki allows himself all of two seconds to simply stare at this ridiculous masterpiece of a bathroom. ] And here I'd been thinking the bedroom was impressive.
[ Some small part of him wants to investigate every inch of it. Another small part of him is busily refusing to think about — well, he isn't thinking about it. ]
[ But the vast majority of his focus is squarely on Macaque. All the more so at the delightful little show he makes of getting undressed, which Yuzuki isn't at all shy about watching. ]
He did. [ Yuzuki slants a grin at Macaque. ] Within a few hours of our first meeting, in fact, and shortly after he'd melted my brain out of my ears for the first time. [ He gets to work on unwrapping himself, slow and teasing and with a dancer's grace. ] … My first time.
[ He's had a lot of firsts with Macaque. ]
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Macaque makes a thoughtful sound as his shadow leads Yuzuki's to a comfortable spot in the corner of the bathroom, hoping to draw it into more cuddling.
"I'm stricken by the ridiculous urge to compete with myself when you say it like that," he muses casually as he takes the steps down into the bath.
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Terrifying. [ Yuzuki laughs under his breath, shaking his head. ] But sweet.
[ Yuzuki's shadow makes a quick detour — without letting go of Macaque's — to requisition Yuzuki's coat (their wings). It's woven from their shadow, and as such it's as much a part of them as they themselves are. It's also incredibly comfortable. Perfect blanket material. The shadow spreads the coat-cloak-wings-blanket out in the chosen corner and climbs in for snuggles and grooming. ]
Oho. Now there's an intriguing prospect. [ He follows Macaque into the bath, and, oh, the water feels glorious. He sighs appreciatively as he settles in. ] I'd gladly endeavour to give as good as I get.
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Macaque's shadow slowly touches the coat, its hand reverent as it makes a thorough exploration. Then it smiles a wide, purple-lit smile and goes to give its counterpart the same slow exploration.
"I aim to please, which I suppose you've seen." Macaque takes a seat near his basket of shampoos and such. "Let me know what scent you prefer when you're ready. I have peach, mango, plum, apple, and jasmine. And I can grab anything else from the store if none of those will suit." He grins the grin of a shameless thief.
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[ So much for not thinking about it. Damnit. Yuzuki allows himself one (1) sigh, a little exhale through his nose, and takes a moment to
argue with himselfexplore the basket of products almost as thoroughly as the two shadows are exploring one another. ]… I have a — well. She isn't my kid. [ Macaque can no doubt hear the 'but'. ] Bella. Elanor. [ Yuzuki grumbles faintly. ] She's six.
[ The grumble becomes a hum as he considers the bottles, and another, warmer hum when he glances up to consider Macaque and that handsome grin he's wearing. ]
You're a pleasure in and of yourself, Macaque. As for the scent … hm. [ … A slow smile blossoms; he just had an idea. ] I'd like you to choose. Whichever scent you think best suits me.
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