Oh, don't worry. You're still insanely attractive. [He smirks in return, rubbing his thumbs over the length of the middle ears.] This look is more interesting though.
[He hums and nods.] Fair enough. [He moves a hand to his shoulder, pushing on it to try and move to straddle him.]
"Insanely", huh. [ Is this villain humor or just an odd turn of phrase ]
[ Macaque rolls onto his back, pulling Red Son along with him, hands on his waist. Looking up at him with amused, unhurried interest. He was hoping eventually they'd get around to getting his pants off. ]
Well, you do have that 'might actually eat you' energy about you. [So a bit of villain humor.]
[He moves his hands along Macaque's sides, fingers running through the fur at his sides. His hips settling at his waist, rolling his hips, just to gauge where his interest was at. He leans up, nuzzling just under his ears, slow and lingering. Before finally nibbling along the ridge of one, before nipping at the tip.]
Was I asking nicely before when you were making me scream? [Purring in his ears, keeping his voice low.]
[He hums, licking the shell of another ear.] Is it usually an amount of time or an amount of pressure thing? [He keeps up the gentle rocking, his hands trailing down lower.]
I'll sit back if I start screaming again. [He does lower his voice to barely even a whisper though.]
[He traces over his ears, a slow drag of his tongue along each individual ear, with a light nibble on the tip of his ears. A slow, patient attention as his heads reach his pants. Working to under them, lifting up more onto his knees to push them down. Tail moving up to help push it down the rest of the way so he didn't have to pull away from his ears.]
"If"? [ The word is all breath and purring as Red Son pays his ears every attention. They twitch beneath his tongue, flickering toward the contact. ]
[ Macaque kicks off his pants once they're in a place for it, realizing too late he should have used his portals to vanish them. Well, whatever, long as they're gone. One of his hands loosely grabs Red Son's tail and strokes along it to the base, teasing the skin there for a moment before sliding back down toward the tip. His own tail first curling around Red Son's hip and then snaking up his chest (avoiding his throat just in case) and then teasing his mouth with the swirling tip. ]
[ His hips shift too, a slow push upwards, seeking. ]
[He gives a little more attention to that set of ears, a slightly harder nip to the tip of one before moving to give the other attention. The teasing exploration of his tongue, the light nibbles and nips. Humming in his ear to muffle the sounds as Macaque grabs his tail, shivering at the attention, tail curling around his hand as his hand trails over it.]
[There is a bit of a breathless laugh as the tail moves over him and teases his lips, a little ticklish with the fur. A hand moving to lightly grab it, a light petting as he sits back enough for Macaque to see him kiss and nuzzle the tip.]
[He shifts to meet Macaque, humming as he rolls his hips against his.] Hm, I don't have...quite the technical skill you have. [He is blushing as he says it. His experience is limited and he knows it.] But I can at least cater to preferences. You could keep my mouth busy. I do have lube in my pocket if a clone could retrieve those. [He has utterly lost track where anything is at this point. And MK can be Very Eager, it pays to be prepared.] Or I can shift so prep is easier.
[ A short breath at the sharpness on his ear, the hum that shoots through him, magnified by his sensitive hearing. ]
[ Idly stroking Red Son's tail with his hand and teasing Red Son's mouth, his jaw, brushing his neck (no squeezing or wrapping) while pondering that. There is one way which has less pleasant/unpleasant memories... but truly, he's not picky. ]
[ One of his shadow clones presses the bottle into Red Son's hand. ] Enthusiasm can make up for a lot. So here's the option if you want it, but do whatever you're most into.
[ He shifts his arm to put his weight on his elbow, stretching up to give Red Son a heated kiss. Sometimes a haze can ironically make it more clear what you really want, and he can imagine this one has a tendency to overthink. ]
[Red Son sighs, leaning into the velvety contact, shivering as the tail touches more sensitive skin. Fingers still stroking the length of it, arching his neck, making a point to show 9ff his reactions to the teasing.]
[He takes the bottle, meeting the kiss with a a soft moan. Fingers trailing through his hair, rubbing his ears gently as he kisses back, letting himself get lost in the heat of it.]
[He's not wrong about the overthinking.]
[Red Son still kisses back, nipping at is lips playfully, enjoying the kiss before finally opening the lube. Spreading it over his fingers a few moments to warm up, before finally breaking the kiss. Pushing himself up onto his knees.] Well, you do like a pretty show.
[ Yeah, he knows he's not wrong. Macaque can read everyone except Wukong, those are the rules. He reclines for a moment, just watching Red Son react. He really is lovely. And Macaque is wondering about that shift he mentioned, for another time. He's less experienced with that, but "less" when you're as old as he is still means a good deal. And most of the skills translate. ]
[ The sound Macaque makes when Red Son rubs his ears is nearly a whine. Sensitive indeed. He doesn't mind saying so, or having it used to the fullest, so long as no one takes it to the point of discomfort. He's hoping that a quick word to stop would do it... even if he made Red Son plead a little, it's different. More akin to if Macaque tried to exploit his neck issue without proper permission, which he wouldn't do. ]
[ The simmering heat of the kiss is a joy, gradually building. Macaque isn't in any rush. He well learned the power of being patient, relaxing into these feelings. (He had to, or Wukong would have pounced like a gleeful jungle cat on a gazelle.) His hand slides from the base of Red Son's tail up his back, through his long hair. ]
I definitely do. [ Either way would be a nice show, to be fair. ]
You want help with it? [ Speaking of pretty things to watch. ]
[Red Son figures his ears are one of those hot spots. If he made a point to say they were able to become too much, then it was a concern. If he's given the opportunity to try and make Macaque beg, using his ears as the tipping point isn't the way to go. Certainly a way to start, but not the tipping point.]
[Red Son moans softly with the slower touch, a hand braced on Macaque's shoulder to keep himself balanced as his hand reaches between his legs, pressing the slick fingers to his entrance. Looking at him with lidded eyes, letting his head roll into his touch, sighing softly as his fingers trace over himself slowly.]
Hm, I don't think I could say no. You've been one delightful surprise after another. [Offers him a pleased smirk, before biting his lip as he presses a finger inside, working himself slowly.]
[ A hot spot indeed. One of several, though it will take some doing to get him pleading. He's used to one of the strongest beings alive thundering at him mercilessly. Although he puts nothing past anyone -- this isn't a matter of pride, he'd be delighted to be taken apart. ]
I do my best. [ The shadows whorl past Red Son's hand and gather that little bottle, and Macaque holds out his hand while his shadow coats his fingers in slick. A bit of magic warms it, and then he reaches beneath Red Son to gently pry his hand away, Macaque promptly replacing Red Son's fingers with his own -- which swirls in slow circles, clearly teasing, each rotation slower than the last, and with more pressure. Hoping to make Red Son crave to be entered. When his finger presses in, it's with that same slow pace. He enjoys this process in itself, not only as a prelude. ]
[ Once a second finger slides in -- so easy and natural that it would be easy to overlook -- Macaque crooks his fingers as if he's beckoning. Saying, appropriately enough, come here. Everyone's a bit different, but he's patient in finding what he's looking for. His ears flick forward, eager to hear something good. ]
[Red Son releases the bottle, fingers curling more firmly around his shoulder, watching him as he teases himself. Taking the chance to really watch his shadows work with this bit of breathing room.]
[There is a bit of a noise of disappointment as his hand is tugged away, but he relents easily enough. Breath hitching and then turning to a whine as Macaque just teases him. He heats up his hand, burning away the excess lube, still intent on giving a show. Pushing from his shoulder, balanced on his knees so Macaque can still work him open.] You really love to tease.
[Its not really a complaint, though there may be a bit of pleading in his tone, as he runs his hands over himself. Up along his thighs, a teasing brush near his length that is starting to show its interest again even after the previous orgasm. Tracing slowly up along his navel, head falling back as he let's out breathy whines and needy moans, hips pressing closer to Macaque's touch, trying to encourage him to enter. Wanting it after he teased himself.]
[A relieved moan as he presses in the first, fire flickering in his hair, hips rocking into the motions, his hands moving to his chest, pinching and rubbing his nipples into pert peaks, letting himself arch into the touch. Not as nice when touched by another, but still enough to give Macaque a sight to watch.]
[Letting his hands wander as Macaque opens him up, moans getting louder when there's two fingers, the curling of his fingers making him jerk a bit, gasping sharply, until after a few beckoning thrusts, he finds it.]
Fuck- [There's a choked out cry, his knees going weak a moment that a hand has to shoot out to brace himself on Macaque again, shuddering at the sudden shock of pleasure. When he speaks again, the pleading is more than apparent, trying to press against his fingers.] T-there-please.
[ Laughing softly at the observation that he loves to tease, Macaque watches Red Son's hands with keen interest as they move over him. It's not the loving to tease so much as wanting to watch someone get teased... but there is a certain joy in being the one to cause those responses that hits a different way than when someone else is driving. ]
Give yourself credit. I wouldn't like it so much if you weren't a joy to watch.
[ Macaque leans on his free arm and stretches up to kiss Red Son in a slow, thorough, heated way. More teasing, but also eager and fascinated. ]
[ His fingers, meanwhile, continue to slowly stimulate, working Red Son open and sending more pleasure shooting through him with each deliberate movement. Building him up again, stroke by stroke, making him want more. He knows from vast experience what it's like to need more of someone inside you... but he won't reduce Red Son to begging again. Probably. He's patient, but there are limits. ]
[There is a definite hitch in his breathing at the compliment. The praise and compliments are just an extra spark of heat, curling around something deep and needy, more embers glowing in his hair. Leaning into the kiss, following the pace he sets. Moaning against his lips, submitting himself to the kiss. Very aware that Macaque is in charge even when he's sitting on top of him.]
[His hand moves to stroke through his hair, a gentle petting with a light brush over his ears mixed into intermittently. His other hand stays on his shoulder, needed to keep him support, grip tightening with every brush of that particular spot, claws biting under fur at times.]
[His breathing is getting heavy again, hips moving to roll against his fingers. Hair more free to crackle to life now as Macaque slowly works him open. Gasping moans turning to needy whimpers the more he works him up, everytime he feels that shock of pleasure shooting through him. Rolling hips turning to more squirms because it feels good. It feels very good, but its steadily feeling more and more like it isn't enough.] Macaque...please... [A breathless whine.]
[ The reactions to compliments are certainly promising. Macaque isn't prone to overly effusive praise, but genuine praise, that's different. And if it gets a reaction, all the better. ]
You are gorgeous right now. [ Macaque purrs the words against Red Son's mouth, watching him with lidded, fascinated eyes. ] The look on your face, the fire. The way you move. It makes me want to give in, and it makes me want to keep this up.
[ His fingers move all the while, brushing that spot that's causing Red Son to make those pretty sounds, careful to stay on the proper side of the pleasure/discomfort line... only just. He pushes it because of course he does, wanting more of those noises, that eager movement. ]
[ But in due time curiosity wins out, and one of the clones slides the little bottle back into Red Son's hand. The implication is clear: if you want it, go right ahead. ]
[He shivers and moans against his lips, eyes closed, face getting more red with the praise, tightening around his fingers. His hips rolling against his fingers, need increasing with every word and thrust of his fingers.] You feel g-good. Want you. Need you inside, f-fuck Macaque please-
[It was maddening, the way his fingers were working him up, targeted and just shy of overwhelming. Hair sparking and flaring with every brush against that spot. His eyes opening partially, eyes dazed and wanting, shiny with unshed tears. Trying to ride his fingers harder, needy whimpers and moans spilling past his lips.]
[When he feels the lube in his hand, he takes it eagerly. It takes a few moments to balance himself enough to open the tube, and squirting far too much onto his hand in his eagerness. At least it only takes a moment to warm up with how hot he is. Reaching for Macaque's length, fingers wrapping around him, pumping him a little fast, spreading the lube, not stopping his pumping.] Fingers....fingers out. Please. Want to ride you.
[ There's a flash of amusement at the flood Red Son milks from the bottle, although as always better too much lubrication than too little, but whatever Macaque might have said is derailed when Red Son takes him in hand and makes an enthusiastic point of how eager he is. Macaque groans and murmurs a curse, not much caring to hide that the touch is welcome and he's not unaffected in the slightest by everything they've been doing. ]
[ Even though that, his fingers keep moving unabated. Just a a few more times, making sure to edge Red Son just closer to overwhelmed before slipping away, to ensure there's no chance of him cooling down while they resituate themselves. (Not that he expects that's possible for either of them by now, it never hurts to be certain anyway.) ]
[ His hands rest at Red Son's waist for now -- both just out of being idle and to make sure Red Son doesn't go too hard, too fast. Eventually yes, hard and fast as he likes, but initially that's a good way to hurt yourself in a not-fun way. Macaque leans forward to kiss and bite his way down Red Son's neck and across his shoulder, soothing in a way, encouraging something like patience. ]
Come on, then. [ He's breathing harder now, not unaffected in the slightest and seeing no need to hide it. Macaque is used to waiting, learned to embrace and appreciate anticipation even when it gets intense, that doesn't mean he's a cold fish about it. ]
[There's a burst of excitement as Macaque shows how he's agfected, eager to pull more of those reactions. Wanting to see he could make the other feel good even with the differences in experience. Red Son was ever the people pleaser, wanting to give even as he wanted to get.]
[There's another needy whimper as his fingers kept going, another shiver rolling through him. A whimper that turns into a whine as he pulls his fingers out, leaving him empty. He braces against Macaque's shoulder again with one hand, head tilting back as he kisses and bites, each catch of teeth just makimg him want to be filled all the more. To feel Macaque's cock and teeth inside him at once. It's slower than the rest, but it's difficult to be patient.]
[He stills his pumping to guide him to his entrance, and sinks down easily thanks to the excess lube, claws digging into his shoulder as the head pushes inside, a loud moan spilling past his lips. It's good Macaque has his hands on him because there was a definite want to drop, to take him all in at once and there is a keening whine as he's stopped.]
[He burns away the excess lube from his fingers before his other hand grabs onto Macaque's shoulder, a release of the pressure building inside him, before burying his face against Macaque's neck, breathing heavy, and hot against his skin, the air warming up like a sauna. His arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on tight as he tries to be patient. To sink down slower, with ,ire care.] Fuck, I needed this....it feels so good... [Needed to be filled. Needed to be something selfish and wanting versus what the costume made him think. Needed something that distracted from blue and bones.]
[ Macaque isn't much for heat most of the time, his dark, thick fur and his affinity with the shadows means he prefers cool weather to hot. But there are times, moments, which makes the heat worth it. As Red Son practically steams, this is for damn sure one of them. Macaque knows exactly what it's like to crave someone that way, and the relief that comes when you finally get it. ]
[ His hold on Red Son's waist helps lower him, slower than strictly necessary because teasing Red Son is a delight. All the same, he's not as patient as he could be after all that lead up, and so he doesn't force so many pauses as he usually might. ]
So did I. [ His voice is a husky murmur against Red Son's ear, which he then lightly nips at. He pulls Red Son back before he's able to sink the rest of the way down to give him a breathless kiss, which he moans into. Not even trying to restrain himself; why should he? And from there his hands slide to Red Son's hips, no longer restraining him, only eager to facilitate his movement. When he's ready. ]
[There is a shiver as Macaque teases his ears, hears that approval in his words that makes a heady warmth that had nothing to do with temperature. He's always happy to please. Kissing back with earnest, wanting to hear the other make more of those noises.]
[He feels the grip loosen and he lets out a shaking breath. Fire flickering in his hair, tail thrashing behind him, the tip alighting as he starts to move. Grip tight on his shoulders as he forces himself to sink down more carefully. Breathing getting heavier, needy, breathy moans spilling past his lips as he's filled all the more.]
Ah...fuck, Macaque.... [Shuddering with each move down, only pausing as he finally sinks down on him fully, savoring the feeling for a few moments.] Hmm...you're so deep... [He's a little hazy, taking a shuddering breath before he starts rolling his hips, moving a few inches up before sinking down again, letting himself get used to the motions.]
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Oh, don't worry. You're still insanely attractive. [He smirks in return, rubbing his thumbs over the length of the middle ears.] This look is more interesting though.
[He hums and nods.] Fair enough. [He moves a hand to his shoulder, pushing on it to try and move to straddle him.]
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[ Macaque rolls onto his back, pulling Red Son along with him, hands on his waist. Looking up at him with amused, unhurried interest. He was hoping eventually they'd get around to getting his pants off. ]
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[He moves his hands along Macaque's sides, fingers running through the fur at his sides. His hips settling at his waist, rolling his hips, just to gauge where his interest was at. He leans up, nuzzling just under his ears, slow and lingering. Before finally nibbling along the ridge of one, before nipping at the tip.]
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[ His interest isn't totally waned, just needs a little reminder. Going for his ears seems to be a promising start given the way he gasps. ]
Those are sensitive. By that I mean, it's a fine line between fun and the wrong kind of painful.
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[He hums, licking the shell of another ear.] Is it usually an amount of time or an amount of pressure thing? [He keeps up the gentle rocking, his hands trailing down lower.]
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Both. And sound, especially when it's right against them.
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[He traces over his ears, a slow drag of his tongue along each individual ear, with a light nibble on the tip of his ears. A slow, patient attention as his heads reach his pants. Working to under them, lifting up more onto his knees to push them down. Tail moving up to help push it down the rest of the way so he didn't have to pull away from his ears.]
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[ Macaque kicks off his pants once they're in a place for it, realizing too late he should have used his portals to vanish them. Well, whatever, long as they're gone. One of his hands loosely grabs Red Son's tail and strokes along it to the base, teasing the skin there for a moment before sliding back down toward the tip. His own tail first curling around Red Son's hip and then snaking up his chest (avoiding his throat just in case) and then teasing his mouth with the swirling tip. ]
[ His hips shift too, a slow push upwards, seeking. ]
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[He gives a little more attention to that set of ears, a slightly harder nip to the tip of one before moving to give the other attention. The teasing exploration of his tongue, the light nibbles and nips. Humming in his ear to muffle the sounds as Macaque grabs his tail, shivering at the attention, tail curling around his hand as his hand trails over it.]
[There is a bit of a breathless laugh as the tail moves over him and teases his lips, a little ticklish with the fur. A hand moving to lightly grab it, a light petting as he sits back enough for Macaque to see him kiss and nuzzle the tip.]
[He shifts to meet Macaque, humming as he rolls his hips against his.] Hm, I don't have...quite the technical skill you have. [He is blushing as he says it. His experience is limited and he knows it.] But I can at least cater to preferences. You could keep my mouth busy. I do have lube in my pocket if a clone could retrieve those. [He has utterly lost track where anything is at this point. And MK can be Very Eager, it pays to be prepared.] Or I can shift so prep is easier.
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[ Idly stroking Red Son's tail with his hand and teasing Red Son's mouth, his jaw, brushing his neck (no squeezing or wrapping) while pondering that. There is one way which has less pleasant/unpleasant memories... but truly, he's not picky. ]
[ One of his shadow clones presses the bottle into Red Son's hand. ] Enthusiasm can make up for a lot. So here's the option if you want it, but do whatever you're most into.
[ He shifts his arm to put his weight on his elbow, stretching up to give Red Son a heated kiss. Sometimes a haze can ironically make it more clear what you really want, and he can imagine this one has a tendency to overthink. ]
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[He takes the bottle, meeting the kiss with a a soft moan. Fingers trailing through his hair, rubbing his ears gently as he kisses back, letting himself get lost in the heat of it.]
[He's not wrong about the overthinking.]
[Red Son still kisses back, nipping at is lips playfully, enjoying the kiss before finally opening the lube. Spreading it over his fingers a few moments to warm up, before finally breaking the kiss. Pushing himself up onto his knees.] Well, you do like a pretty show.
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[ The sound Macaque makes when Red Son rubs his ears is nearly a whine. Sensitive indeed. He doesn't mind saying so, or having it used to the fullest, so long as no one takes it to the point of discomfort. He's hoping that a quick word to stop would do it... even if he made Red Son plead a little, it's different. More akin to if Macaque tried to exploit his neck issue without proper permission, which he wouldn't do. ]
[ The simmering heat of the kiss is a joy, gradually building. Macaque isn't in any rush. He well learned the power of being patient, relaxing into these feelings. (He had to, or Wukong would have pounced like a gleeful jungle cat on a gazelle.) His hand slides from the base of Red Son's tail up his back, through his long hair. ]
I definitely do. [ Either way would be a nice show, to be fair. ]
You want help with it? [ Speaking of pretty things to watch. ]
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[Red Son moans softly with the slower touch, a hand braced on Macaque's shoulder to keep himself balanced as his hand reaches between his legs, pressing the slick fingers to his entrance. Looking at him with lidded eyes, letting his head roll into his touch, sighing softly as his fingers trace over himself slowly.]
Hm, I don't think I could say no. You've been one delightful surprise after another. [Offers him a pleased smirk, before biting his lip as he presses a finger inside, working himself slowly.]
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I do my best. [ The shadows whorl past Red Son's hand and gather that little bottle, and Macaque holds out his hand while his shadow coats his fingers in slick. A bit of magic warms it, and then he reaches beneath Red Son to gently pry his hand away, Macaque promptly replacing Red Son's fingers with his own -- which swirls in slow circles, clearly teasing, each rotation slower than the last, and with more pressure. Hoping to make Red Son crave to be entered. When his finger presses in, it's with that same slow pace. He enjoys this process in itself, not only as a prelude. ]
[ Once a second finger slides in -- so easy and natural that it would be easy to overlook -- Macaque crooks his fingers as if he's beckoning. Saying, appropriately enough, come here. Everyone's a bit different, but he's patient in finding what he's looking for. His ears flick forward, eager to hear something good. ]
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[There is a bit of a noise of disappointment as his hand is tugged away, but he relents easily enough. Breath hitching and then turning to a whine as Macaque just teases him. He heats up his hand, burning away the excess lube, still intent on giving a show. Pushing from his shoulder, balanced on his knees so Macaque can still work him open.] You really love to tease.
[Its not really a complaint, though there may be a bit of pleading in his tone, as he runs his hands over himself. Up along his thighs, a teasing brush near his length that is starting to show its interest again even after the previous orgasm. Tracing slowly up along his navel, head falling back as he let's out breathy whines and needy moans, hips pressing closer to Macaque's touch, trying to encourage him to enter. Wanting it after he teased himself.]
[A relieved moan as he presses in the first, fire flickering in his hair, hips rocking into the motions, his hands moving to his chest, pinching and rubbing his nipples into pert peaks, letting himself arch into the touch. Not as nice when touched by another, but still enough to give Macaque a sight to watch.]
[Letting his hands wander as Macaque opens him up, moans getting louder when there's two fingers, the curling of his fingers making him jerk a bit, gasping sharply, until after a few beckoning thrusts, he finds it.]
Fuck- [There's a choked out cry, his knees going weak a moment that a hand has to shoot out to brace himself on Macaque again, shuddering at the sudden shock of pleasure. When he speaks again, the pleading is more than apparent, trying to press against his fingers.] T-there-please.
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Give yourself credit. I wouldn't like it so much if you weren't a joy to watch.
[ Macaque leans on his free arm and stretches up to kiss Red Son in a slow, thorough, heated way. More teasing, but also eager and fascinated. ]
[ His fingers, meanwhile, continue to slowly stimulate, working Red Son open and sending more pleasure shooting through him with each deliberate movement. Building him up again, stroke by stroke, making him want more. He knows from vast experience what it's like to need more of someone inside you... but he won't reduce Red Son to begging again. Probably. He's patient, but there are limits. ]
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[His hand moves to stroke through his hair, a gentle petting with a light brush over his ears mixed into intermittently. His other hand stays on his shoulder, needed to keep him support, grip tightening with every brush of that particular spot, claws biting under fur at times.]
[His breathing is getting heavy again, hips moving to roll against his fingers. Hair more free to crackle to life now as Macaque slowly works him open. Gasping moans turning to needy whimpers the more he works him up, everytime he feels that shock of pleasure shooting through him. Rolling hips turning to more squirms because it feels good. It feels very good, but its steadily feeling more and more like it isn't enough.] Macaque...please... [A breathless whine.]
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You are gorgeous right now. [ Macaque purrs the words against Red Son's mouth, watching him with lidded, fascinated eyes. ] The look on your face, the fire. The way you move. It makes me want to give in, and it makes me want to keep this up.
[ His fingers move all the while, brushing that spot that's causing Red Son to make those pretty sounds, careful to stay on the proper side of the pleasure/discomfort line... only just. He pushes it because of course he does, wanting more of those noises, that eager movement. ]
[ But in due time curiosity wins out, and one of the clones slides the little bottle back into Red Son's hand. The implication is clear: if you want it, go right ahead. ]
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[It was maddening, the way his fingers were working him up, targeted and just shy of overwhelming. Hair sparking and flaring with every brush against that spot. His eyes opening partially, eyes dazed and wanting, shiny with unshed tears. Trying to ride his fingers harder, needy whimpers and moans spilling past his lips.]
[When he feels the lube in his hand, he takes it eagerly. It takes a few moments to balance himself enough to open the tube, and squirting far too much onto his hand in his eagerness. At least it only takes a moment to warm up with how hot he is. Reaching for Macaque's length, fingers wrapping around him, pumping him a little fast, spreading the lube, not stopping his pumping.] Fingers....fingers out. Please. Want to ride you.
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[ Even though that, his fingers keep moving unabated. Just a a few more times, making sure to edge Red Son just closer to overwhelmed before slipping away, to ensure there's no chance of him cooling down while they resituate themselves. (Not that he expects that's possible for either of them by now, it never hurts to be certain anyway.) ]
[ His hands rest at Red Son's waist for now -- both just out of being idle and to make sure Red Son doesn't go too hard, too fast. Eventually yes, hard and fast as he likes, but initially that's a good way to hurt yourself in a not-fun way. Macaque leans forward to kiss and bite his way down Red Son's neck and across his shoulder, soothing in a way, encouraging something like patience. ]
Come on, then. [ He's breathing harder now, not unaffected in the slightest and seeing no need to hide it. Macaque is used to waiting, learned to embrace and appreciate anticipation even when it gets intense, that doesn't mean he's a cold fish about it. ]
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[There's another needy whimper as his fingers kept going, another shiver rolling through him. A whimper that turns into a whine as he pulls his fingers out, leaving him empty. He braces against Macaque's shoulder again with one hand, head tilting back as he kisses and bites, each catch of teeth just makimg him want to be filled all the more. To feel Macaque's cock and teeth inside him at once. It's slower than the rest, but it's difficult to be patient.]
[He stills his pumping to guide him to his entrance, and sinks down easily thanks to the excess lube, claws digging into his shoulder as the head pushes inside, a loud moan spilling past his lips. It's good Macaque has his hands on him because there was a definite want to drop, to take him all in at once and there is a keening whine as he's stopped.]
[He burns away the excess lube from his fingers before his other hand grabs onto Macaque's shoulder, a release of the pressure building inside him, before burying his face against Macaque's neck, breathing heavy, and hot against his skin, the air warming up like a sauna. His arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on tight as he tries to be patient. To sink down slower, with ,ire care.] Fuck, I needed this....it feels so good... [Needed to be filled. Needed to be something selfish and wanting versus what the costume made him think. Needed something that distracted from blue and bones.]
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[ His hold on Red Son's waist helps lower him, slower than strictly necessary because teasing Red Son is a delight. All the same, he's not as patient as he could be after all that lead up, and so he doesn't force so many pauses as he usually might. ]
So did I. [ His voice is a husky murmur against Red Son's ear, which he then lightly nips at. He pulls Red Son back before he's able to sink the rest of the way down to give him a breathless kiss, which he moans into. Not even trying to restrain himself; why should he? And from there his hands slide to Red Son's hips, no longer restraining him, only eager to facilitate his movement. When he's ready. ]
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[He feels the grip loosen and he lets out a shaking breath. Fire flickering in his hair, tail thrashing behind him, the tip alighting as he starts to move. Grip tight on his shoulders as he forces himself to sink down more carefully. Breathing getting heavier, needy, breathy moans spilling past his lips as he's filled all the more.]
Ah...fuck, Macaque.... [Shuddering with each move down, only pausing as he finally sinks down on him fully, savoring the feeling for a few moments.] Hmm...you're so deep... [He's a little hazy, taking a shuddering breath before he starts rolling his hips, moving a few inches up before sinking down again, letting himself get used to the motions.]