[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. ]
[Red Son's head does snap towards the shadow with the hair pin when he feels the weight leave his hair. A definite tension that only leaves when he confirms it's only being set aside. Only then does he let himself melt back into the feeling of the stroking shadows, a purr rumbling in his throat.]
Watch, huh? I suppose it makes sense. [The compliment makes him blush, but it's also telling. A good telling because Red Son is adjusting his plan. He had wanted to give as good as he got, but he's definitely not got the experience to keep himself together long with all the shifting shadows. He's not sure how many could keep it together in the face of that.]
[But he could put on a pretty show. So when he feels the teeth in his neck again, the already sensitive nerves reignited, he doesn't fight the moan at all, pressed close to Macaque as claws digging into his side. He's not too worried about hurting him, let him feel his reaction, that want to feel more.]
[He doesn't fight when Macaque pulls away though, let's himself sit up, recline into the hands of the shadows. His hands finally drifting away from Macaque to pull away more of the loose fabric of the costume, tugging off the choker he managed to keep on during the forced costume change. Let to shadows bite where they will. Fabric pooling around his waist more because he wasn't quite inclined to pull away yet.]
[He lets out more moans, unrestrained as he feels the teeth dig in, feels the hands and cool bodies pressed to him. Arching back against the one at his back, head tilted back, fire sparking and crackling in his hair as he lets himself be a display. Hands running down his front, one going to the shadow at his arm, clutching at the shadow's side as he bites his arm, pulling a keening sound from him. The other hand travels to the shadow at his thigh, into the shadowy hair as he shudders hard at the breathy laugh, the scrape of teeth. Each burst of pain making his grip tighten, tugging them closer. Sighing in relief as he's freed from his pants, already hard under the attention.]
It feels good. Its-ha-its going to be so much. I hope you don't expect c-coherency after. [He looks at him with half open eyes, breathing heavy, letting the excitement and want be evident on his face.] You're going to wreck me.
[ Macaque huffs a laugh as Red Son connects those particular dots. Watching is what he's built for, and he's learned to enjoy it. And Red Son is a particularly nice one to watch being taken to pieces. His eyes flash purple as his clones touch and bite and make Red Son, make him moan and writhe and puff fire as he clutches at the shadows. A pleasant show indeed. A lovely distraction. ]
That's the idea, yes. [ The shadow at Red Son's thigh slides closer, idly stroking down his stomach, down, so close to where he'll want to be touched. Not yet. Instead, it exposes his hip and bites again there. ]
[ Macaque is going to have to move eventually, never fear. Shadows have many uses, which Macaque is quite pleased to show off, but they're terrible for blow jobs or getting properly fucked. Lack of warmth really matters there. ]
[ The shadow at Red Son's back puts a hand between his shoulder blades and pushes him forward, so he's bent over Macaque, and bites at the nape of Red Son's neck as it does so (getting past his hair without moving it, shadows go where they want, though it does give long strokes through those fiery locks). Macaque's arms slip around Red Son to keep him close, giving him an intense kiss which is at once intended to enflame him further and soothe him into something like heady relaxation. ]
But first... [ His head falls back, exposing his neck. ] I know you'll want to give as good as you get. [ And he thinks he'd quite like a bite. Middle of his neck, somewhere good and visible, which he's sure is implied by the smirk in his voice. If they're going to be spiteful, no sense in doing things by halves. ]
[Its quickly becoming impossible to track what all is happening when. Its a lot of hands and a lot of teeth on quickly becoming sensitive nerves. Hopefully the airship had the foresight to have privacy cabins be soundproof because like in most things, Red Son is quite loud. Moans and rumbling growls and purrs as his hands stroke and clutch at the shadows, encouraging their touch.]
[He writhes under the teasing, hips canting closer as the shadow moves down, so close where he aches the most, and outright whimpers as it diverts partway through to bite down. He's not quite thinking of how cold they would be, especially to him. Its frankly getting harder and hard to even think.]
[Its making him rather pliant, different from how defensive and high strung he usually is. He moves back down with the push, another surprised gasp as the bite comes without even properly moving his hair, disorientating expectations making everything hit all the harder. But even with his submission, the fire is still there, eagerly kissing back when he's pulled in again. Taking several moments to realize its not as biting as before, relaxing more into it with a hum.]
[He blinks up at him in a slight daze as he watches him expose his neck, licking his lips, but he notes the tone, the look. Oh, he sees.]
[He chuckles a bit, a smirk spreading across his own face as a hand reaches up to bury itself in his hair, a light tug as he moves his mouth to his neck. Taking his time for just a bit, kissing and nipping lightly over his skin, taking his chance to tease as his mouth moves up the length of his neck, mouth settling somewhere high. It would be difficult to hide, even with his scarf.]
[He opens his mouth wider, fangs more than present and he lightly presses his teeth to skin. Gives him a moment or two to tell him if his interpretation of intent was wrong. Before finally biting down hard to break skin, to leave a clear intent of his teeth without any excessive tearing, another needy growl in his throat as he tastes blood. There is a brief moment of heat, its habit by now to start trying to burn away the blood-]
[Except he doesn't need to do that, the fire banished from his throat as he lets himself enjoy the iron on his tongue with a needy noise.]
[ The shadows lazily swirl around Red Son as he takes his sweet time with Macaque's neck, sweeping across his back and flanks and tail. Idly touching, waiting for their master to command them to start pulling him to pieces again. Soon enough. ]
[ Macaque's tail curls around Red Son's waist and flicks idly at his flank while he bites, and sharp claws dig into Red Son at the small of his back. Macaque making a soft sound of encouragement as one hand moves to the base of Red Son's tail and teases the skin there. He does wonder about the heat, but it vanishes quickly enough and Macaque decides there are better things to occupy his mind. ]
[ The shadows gather around Red Son and pull him back, Macaque moving with him, and the light spins and flickers around them and suddenly Red Son is on his back with Macaque pressing down on him without having felt the movement. Shadow portals can be disorienting when you're not accustomed, and Macaque is glad to use that to his advantage. Plus, it's convenient. ]
[ Shadow clones curl around Red Son's arms, not exactly holding him down but the implication is certainly there that if he tries to sit up or move, they might just. Macaque moves his neck away from Red Son's mouth, briefly touching the bite mark, well satisfied. ]
As distractions go, you're thorough. [ Which is a compliment and also a warning. ]
[ Because next, Macaque leans down and bites hard on Red Son's collarbone. The shadow clones nip at his ears, his shoulders, his sides as Macaque works his way down Red Son's chest. Biting, tongue laving over the wounds, digging his tongue into the punctures. Biting a path down his ribs to his stomach, pushing the remaining costume down off his hips. Licking low on his stomach, so close to where he needs to be touched, shadows holding his hips still and biting at them. ]
[ Macaque's ears flick as he listens for the sounds Red Son will make as he slowly, achingly slowly, swallows him whole, in a way that's far more tease than relief. Seeing how far he can overtune this boy before he snaps. ]
[Red Son purrs against his neck and makes sure to make the mark clear and distinct. Teeth firm, sucking on the skin to leave a pretty bruise. It would be a shame if it healed too fast, after all.]
[Plus it pleased a deep part of him. Even if he's not possessive of Macaque specifically, there is always something so pleasing about a bite, and knowing that it'll get to someone he sees as competition is immensely satisfying. Its nice to linger, especially when he doesn't have to worry a misstep that would lead to heart ache.]
[Well, heart ache for someone he cares about.]
[The touches help too, the encouragement and sparks of pleasure, his fingers carding through Macaque's hair, the other running along his side.]
[He feels himself being pulled back, almost releasing Macaque, except he's moving with, keeping right in range for the lingering contact, so he doesn't release at first. Not until there's another disorientating shift, suddenly fabric on his back, a weight on top of him, shadows curling around his arms, gasping and finally releasing his neck.]
[He's panting faintly as he stares up at Macaque, eyes trailing to his neck briefly, face getting redder as his arms shift under the shadows' hold. Just testing their grip, heart pounding at the sudden vulnerability.]
[He licks the blood from his lips.] Well, I could hardly say no to such an offer. [He knows no one is biting Macaque if he doesn't want them too and he imagines not many get to. Even if it was for spite.]
[He cries out at the bite, head hitting the bed, back arching under him. And they don't stop and it had been a lot before when the shadows were slower, deliberate, but now its so much more. Teeth at sensitive ears, down his front, an intense, overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, mind jumping between where Macaque is and where the shadows are, keeping him just as off kilter as the moving shadows.]
[His hair is glowing, what little restraint is used to keep from igniting the bedsheets, as he writhes and moans under the mouths and hands. Arms moving under the shadows grip less form any attempt to escape as he finds it impossible to keep still. His tail smacking against the bed in much the same way.]
[And then warmth where he's been aching, pre already leaking, and his noises raise a few octaves.] Fuck-Macaque-good. It-its so good- [Broken words, his tail moving to wrap around Macaque, legs hooking around his back to pull him closer, his hand curling in bedsheets or against shadows, whatever he can reach, as he shudders under him. At least attempting to keep his hips still. Its what he wants, the attention, the warmth, but its so slow, an agonizing pace, sounds getting to the point of quiet because its hard to get air into his lungs properly.]
[ Yes, well. There are a lot of ways immortality can't fix everything, but having many centuries of experience does make for a killer blow job. All thoughts of where he got much of that experience get the mental sneer they deserve. ]
[ Macaque keeps glancing up, watching Red Son squirm and react. It's a lovely image. It is too bad about the bedding, how careful he has to be with his fire. What would happen in an environment where he didn't have to hold that back? If there is a next time, he makes a mental note to have it be in such a place. ]
[ The sounds are as gorgeous as their source, and Macaque's sensitive ears pick up every nuance in all its glory. He keeps his pace torturously slow, sliding his mouth up and down, rolling his tongue, buzzing his lips. The shadows are less subtle, holding Red Son's arms and hips down against the bed and biting him with regularity, nipping at his long ears, digging their teeth into his hip and chest and shoulder and neck. One ghosts through his hair, almost as if it relishes the heat. ]
[ Knowing and being able to hear the signs, if it starts to seem as though Red Son is approaching climax, he'll slow down all the more, even pause if he must. No getting off before he's had his fun. All the other times he makes a show of exploring and exploiting all the ways he can make Red Son forget himself enough to perhaps risk some singes to the bedding. ]
[ While he's not quite familiar with the term, Macaque is absolutely edging Red Son into desperation. He purrs, low and long, knowing how that will feel, and just out of satisfaction. This is the perfect distraction indeed. ]
[It was overwhelming. Utterly overwhelming. Even attempting the brain power to put on a good show was dwindling to nothing. The assault on his senses was far too intense. If not for how instinctual his fire control was, the bed would certainly have caught alight by now.]
[And yet everytime he manages to look down, he can see Macaque staring at him with that same interested hunger. Still managing to make a pretty picture for him even as his brain turns to mush. There is something heated in that. A contented feeling at being a good display.]
[Whatever sense of control dwindled fast. The teeth leaving their marks on sensitive ears, on the overworked nerves on his neck, the bites always pulling his attention to different parts of himself, making him feel like every inch of him is being worked over. Maybe he was, it was getting hard to tell. Even if his mind was quickly drawn back to the distinctly warmer mouth on his cock. Taking him in deep and slow, the vibrations rolling through him, and hot tongue, and it's so much that when his orgasm is about to hit the first time, he can't keep still, hips thrusting up-]
[Only for the shadows to force him down, force him to be still, and Macaque stops-]
[He whines in desperation.] D-don't stop-I'm so close- [Pleading words that taper off as the brief lull in intensity give him a chance to truly breathe again. He still tries to thrust, but the shadows won't let him. Won't let him reach down to force him to move. He can do nothing more than squirm and writhe, tail trying to tug him closer, but it has nowhere near the strength of a monkey's tail. Let alone the monkey.]
[The moan is of relief when Macaque starts up again, not knowing what's coming. Shaking at the sound and feeling of satisfaction as Macaque growls around him, part of him always wanting to be good. Even when it comes with the pleasure filled torture as Macaque works to bring him to the edge only to deny him again. Each denial getting more pleading words, as much as he can manage between gulping gasps of air. It makes Red Son writhe all the more, trying to move to get to that last bit of friction and heat he needs to come undone, held down purely by the shadows than his own will. Sparks going off in his hair, just barely off the bed, as tears gather in his eyes, only to steam away as with the proximity to the heat around his head.]
[ Macaque could do this for hours, watch and listen to someone react to him, getting more and more desperate. Pleading for more of him. It's just what he needed after hearing what he heard about the one he refuses, refuses to think about. ]
[ Red Son, however, doesn't have hours in him, and Macaque isn't trying to be truly cruel. Even if part of him is idly pondering moving his mouth away entirely, flipping Red Son over and feeling him come apart as he presses inside him. Another time, perhaps. For now he takes in the writhing and the sounds and the sparks, glancing up and drinking it all in with discerning eyes and twitching ears. ]
[ And then he starts in again, mouth and tongue moving faster now, as the shadows release Red Son's arms and hips to do as he will. Macaque is expecting to be clutched, for Red Son to thrust into his mouth desperately, listening for a shaking, shuddering cry. Being pushed like this is a lot, but the reward is beyond overwhelming. Enough to block out everything else in the world, nothing matters except the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. ]
[ It's an incredible feeling, and Macaque doesn't rush Red Son through it or do anything else to impede his reaction, neither him nor his shadows. ]
[ (Although when Macaque mostly experienced this there was also love that, against all reason, outmatched the physical pleasure. He tries not to think about it.) ]
[Red Son was lost in the haze of pleasure. Being worked to the edge and denied again and again, gasping and crying out breathless pleas of praise and more. It felt good, amazing, more, more, more, please only for each denial to pull another cry of loss, to outright sobs that sounded almost wrenching in their disappointment.]
[He ached fiercely, hard enough for it to be painful and ecstasy at once. Arms jerking, hips squirming, try to pursue that little bit more, only to be trapped in the overwhelming sensations.]
[Only to finally feel his hips thrust up into a mouth that meets his hips faster, a tongue no longer teasing and he's free to move, free to take, and the sound he makes cracks something fierce as his hands finally grab at Macaque. Fingers buried deep in his hair, tugging tight as he thrusts into his mouth. To feel the warmth there, the movement of his tongue, how his throat feels.]
[He's shaking badly, making his movements sloppy for as desperately eager they are. Hair igniting as he curls up from the bed to hold onto him easier. Coming utterly undone. It doesn't take long to work himself up again and he's afraid he'll be denied again-]
[Only to go careening over the cliff, hips raised off the bed as his voice quakes between a sob of relief and a scream, body curled over his head, legs locked tight behind his back as he cums hard enough to see white.]
[He stays suspended like that for several long beats, shaking, until finally, as if his strings are cut, he goes limp. Falling back to the bed, hair barely smoldering, as his limbs fall loose, only a hand loosely left tangled in Macaque's hair, eyes watery and dazed as he stares at the ceiling, panting as if he ran a marathon.
[ No more denials, there's fun and then there's being awful to someone. The line can be thin, but it exists, and Macaque knows exactly where it is. He might have pushed a little harder if Red Son had a bit more experience, but there's time. It would be nice if this wasn't a one-time thing, they clearly have at least physical chemistry. And Macaque for one could go for some more distractions. ]
[ Once he's let his shadows slink away and given Red Son the green light to go for it, he has no qualms about meeting that intensity inch for inch. His arm wraps around the small of Red Son's back to help keep him close, mouth moving fast and certain, not shying away from that desperate thrusting. He can't watch anymore, which is a shame, but he feels that hand in his hair, hope moving with him, and his sensitive ears pick up everything, Red Son's growls and sobs and scream. ]
[ He unwraps his arm so Red Son can fall back against the mattress, mouth finally releasing him in a slow way, almost soothing. With a self-satisfied grin, Macaque gently unwraps Red Son's legs and shifts so he's more or less lying beside Red Son, although with his head more at chest level. ]
[He feels a buzzing under his skin, something slow, but fully present. Body relaxed and loose, breathing slowly evening out. For a minute just enjoying the afterglow.]
[He looks over at Macaque as he talks, humming.] Glad I could be a pretty show.
[His hand reaches out, lightly carding through his hair, a gentle, idle affection. Appreciative as his brain tries to reboot. It was taking sometime.]
...If I knew you'd needed that I could have taken us to your place in the same amount of time. [ Which is to say, none. Shadow transport, the only way to travel. Except maybe fire. ]
[ Purring will continue until you're ready for something more interesting. ]
No problem. Looking at you like this is its own reward.
I feel I should be disturbed you know where I live. [He doesn't sound it, at least.]
[Shadow is definitely better. Fire leaves sing marks and need space.]
The candles are easy to key into when I can't keep control. Centuries of meditation.
[There is another crackle in his hair, blushing at the compliment. He is weak to praise.] Hm, I'll to think of other ways to show off. [Ways to give him a show.]
[He hums, petting his hair. Taking a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow, slowly his limbs feeling less like noodles. Eventually his petting drifting down a bit, trailing over an ear. A curious thought, since he was known for his ears.]
I make a point to know these things. [ Also MK lives there part time so of course he knows. ]
I'll bear that in mind. Or at least plan to have something burnable nearby. [ The way they're talking about potential next times is kind of nice. Nothing like a semi-regular source of a good distraction. ]
[ Known for his six ears, actually. He drops his glamour over them since why not, and the one he happens to be touching twitches a little. Purring notches just a hint louder. Definitely sensitive. ]
[Which is really why he resigns himself to the idea. The MK Effect.]
[He edged him to near oblivion. Red Son can't pretend he isn't at least a little interested in seeing what the long version is like.]
[His fingers pause for a moment, surprised he would drop the glamour. He doesn't know why Macaque hides his six ears, just that he never saw them before.]
[But its just a moment, before he continues the light touches. Fingertips trailing over the edges of his ears, a featherlight drag of his claws along the back. A few moments until his other hand moves to trace over his other three, looking them over curiously, his own bull ears flicking.] They're cute.
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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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Watch, huh? I suppose it makes sense. [The compliment makes him blush, but it's also telling. A good telling because Red Son is adjusting his plan. He had wanted to give as good as he got, but he's definitely not got the experience to keep himself together long with all the shifting shadows. He's not sure how many could keep it together in the face of that.]
[But he could put on a pretty show. So when he feels the teeth in his neck again, the already sensitive nerves reignited, he doesn't fight the moan at all, pressed close to Macaque as claws digging into his side. He's not too worried about hurting him, let him feel his reaction, that want to feel more.]
[He doesn't fight when Macaque pulls away though, let's himself sit up, recline into the hands of the shadows. His hands finally drifting away from Macaque to pull away more of the loose fabric of the costume, tugging off the choker he managed to keep on during the forced costume change. Let to shadows bite where they will. Fabric pooling around his waist more because he wasn't quite inclined to pull away yet.]
[He lets out more moans, unrestrained as he feels the teeth dig in, feels the hands and cool bodies pressed to him. Arching back against the one at his back, head tilted back, fire sparking and crackling in his hair as he lets himself be a display. Hands running down his front, one going to the shadow at his arm, clutching at the shadow's side as he bites his arm, pulling a keening sound from him. The other hand travels to the shadow at his thigh, into the shadowy hair as he shudders hard at the breathy laugh, the scrape of teeth. Each burst of pain making his grip tighten, tugging them closer. Sighing in relief as he's freed from his pants, already hard under the attention.]
It feels good. Its-ha-its going to be so much. I hope you don't expect c-coherency after. [He looks at him with half open eyes, breathing heavy, letting the excitement and want be evident on his face.] You're going to wreck me.
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That's the idea, yes. [ The shadow at Red Son's thigh slides closer, idly stroking down his stomach, down, so close to where he'll want to be touched. Not yet. Instead, it exposes his hip and bites again there. ]
[ Macaque is going to have to move eventually, never fear. Shadows have many uses, which Macaque is quite pleased to show off, but they're terrible for blow jobs or getting properly fucked. Lack of warmth really matters there. ]
[ The shadow at Red Son's back puts a hand between his shoulder blades and pushes him forward, so he's bent over Macaque, and bites at the nape of Red Son's neck as it does so (getting past his hair without moving it, shadows go where they want, though it does give long strokes through those fiery locks). Macaque's arms slip around Red Son to keep him close, giving him an intense kiss which is at once intended to enflame him further and soothe him into something like heady relaxation. ]
But first... [ His head falls back, exposing his neck. ] I know you'll want to give as good as you get. [ And he thinks he'd quite like a bite. Middle of his neck, somewhere good and visible, which he's sure is implied by the smirk in his voice. If they're going to be spiteful, no sense in doing things by halves. ]
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[He writhes under the teasing, hips canting closer as the shadow moves down, so close where he aches the most, and outright whimpers as it diverts partway through to bite down. He's not quite thinking of how cold they would be, especially to him. Its frankly getting harder and hard to even think.]
[Its making him rather pliant, different from how defensive and high strung he usually is. He moves back down with the push, another surprised gasp as the bite comes without even properly moving his hair, disorientating expectations making everything hit all the harder. But even with his submission, the fire is still there, eagerly kissing back when he's pulled in again. Taking several moments to realize its not as biting as before, relaxing more into it with a hum.]
[He blinks up at him in a slight daze as he watches him expose his neck, licking his lips, but he notes the tone, the look. Oh, he sees.]
[He chuckles a bit, a smirk spreading across his own face as a hand reaches up to bury itself in his hair, a light tug as he moves his mouth to his neck. Taking his time for just a bit, kissing and nipping lightly over his skin, taking his chance to tease as his mouth moves up the length of his neck, mouth settling somewhere high. It would be difficult to hide, even with his scarf.]
[He opens his mouth wider, fangs more than present and he lightly presses his teeth to skin. Gives him a moment or two to tell him if his interpretation of intent was wrong. Before finally biting down hard to break skin, to leave a clear intent of his teeth without any excessive tearing, another needy growl in his throat as he tastes blood. There is a brief moment of heat, its habit by now to start trying to burn away the blood-]
[Except he doesn't need to do that, the fire banished from his throat as he lets himself enjoy the iron on his tongue with a needy noise.]
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[ Macaque's tail curls around Red Son's waist and flicks idly at his flank while he bites, and sharp claws dig into Red Son at the small of his back. Macaque making a soft sound of encouragement as one hand moves to the base of Red Son's tail and teases the skin there. He does wonder about the heat, but it vanishes quickly enough and Macaque decides there are better things to occupy his mind. ]
[ The shadows gather around Red Son and pull him back, Macaque moving with him, and the light spins and flickers around them and suddenly Red Son is on his back with Macaque pressing down on him without having felt the movement. Shadow portals can be disorienting when you're not accustomed, and Macaque is glad to use that to his advantage. Plus, it's convenient. ]
[ Shadow clones curl around Red Son's arms, not exactly holding him down but the implication is certainly there that if he tries to sit up or move, they might just. Macaque moves his neck away from Red Son's mouth, briefly touching the bite mark, well satisfied. ]
As distractions go, you're thorough. [ Which is a compliment and also a warning. ]
[ Because next, Macaque leans down and bites hard on Red Son's collarbone. The shadow clones nip at his ears, his shoulders, his sides as Macaque works his way down Red Son's chest. Biting, tongue laving over the wounds, digging his tongue into the punctures. Biting a path down his ribs to his stomach, pushing the remaining costume down off his hips. Licking low on his stomach, so close to where he needs to be touched, shadows holding his hips still and biting at them. ]
[ Macaque's ears flick as he listens for the sounds Red Son will make as he slowly, achingly slowly, swallows him whole, in a way that's far more tease than relief. Seeing how far he can overtune this boy before he snaps. ]
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[Plus it pleased a deep part of him. Even if he's not possessive of Macaque specifically, there is always something so pleasing about a bite, and knowing that it'll get to someone he sees as competition is immensely satisfying. Its nice to linger, especially when he doesn't have to worry a misstep that would lead to heart ache.]
[Well, heart ache for someone he cares about.]
[The touches help too, the encouragement and sparks of pleasure, his fingers carding through Macaque's hair, the other running along his side.]
[He feels himself being pulled back, almost releasing Macaque, except he's moving with, keeping right in range for the lingering contact, so he doesn't release at first. Not until there's another disorientating shift, suddenly fabric on his back, a weight on top of him, shadows curling around his arms, gasping and finally releasing his neck.]
[He's panting faintly as he stares up at Macaque, eyes trailing to his neck briefly, face getting redder as his arms shift under the shadows' hold. Just testing their grip, heart pounding at the sudden vulnerability.]
[He licks the blood from his lips.] Well, I could hardly say no to such an offer. [He knows no one is biting Macaque if he doesn't want them too and he imagines not many get to. Even if it was for spite.]
[He cries out at the bite, head hitting the bed, back arching under him. And they don't stop and it had been a lot before when the shadows were slower, deliberate, but now its so much more. Teeth at sensitive ears, down his front, an intense, overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, mind jumping between where Macaque is and where the shadows are, keeping him just as off kilter as the moving shadows.]
[His hair is glowing, what little restraint is used to keep from igniting the bedsheets, as he writhes and moans under the mouths and hands. Arms moving under the shadows grip less form any attempt to escape as he finds it impossible to keep still. His tail smacking against the bed in much the same way.]
[And then warmth where he's been aching, pre already leaking, and his noises raise a few octaves.] Fuck-Macaque-good. It-its so good- [Broken words, his tail moving to wrap around Macaque, legs hooking around his back to pull him closer, his hand curling in bedsheets or against shadows, whatever he can reach, as he shudders under him. At least attempting to keep his hips still. Its what he wants, the attention, the warmth, but its so slow, an agonizing pace, sounds getting to the point of quiet because its hard to get air into his lungs properly.]
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[ Macaque keeps glancing up, watching Red Son squirm and react. It's a lovely image. It is too bad about the bedding, how careful he has to be with his fire. What would happen in an environment where he didn't have to hold that back? If there is a next time, he makes a mental note to have it be in such a place. ]
[ The sounds are as gorgeous as their source, and Macaque's sensitive ears pick up every nuance in all its glory. He keeps his pace torturously slow, sliding his mouth up and down, rolling his tongue, buzzing his lips. The shadows are less subtle, holding Red Son's arms and hips down against the bed and biting him with regularity, nipping at his long ears, digging their teeth into his hip and chest and shoulder and neck. One ghosts through his hair, almost as if it relishes the heat. ]
[ Knowing and being able to hear the signs, if it starts to seem as though Red Son is approaching climax, he'll slow down all the more, even pause if he must. No getting off before he's had his fun. All the other times he makes a show of exploring and exploiting all the ways he can make Red Son forget himself enough to perhaps risk some singes to the bedding. ]
[ While he's not quite familiar with the term, Macaque is absolutely edging Red Son into desperation. He purrs, low and long, knowing how that will feel, and just out of satisfaction. This is the perfect distraction indeed. ]
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[And yet everytime he manages to look down, he can see Macaque staring at him with that same interested hunger. Still managing to make a pretty picture for him even as his brain turns to mush. There is something heated in that. A contented feeling at being a good display.]
[Whatever sense of control dwindled fast. The teeth leaving their marks on sensitive ears, on the overworked nerves on his neck, the bites always pulling his attention to different parts of himself, making him feel like every inch of him is being worked over. Maybe he was, it was getting hard to tell. Even if his mind was quickly drawn back to the distinctly warmer mouth on his cock. Taking him in deep and slow, the vibrations rolling through him, and hot tongue, and it's so much that when his orgasm is about to hit the first time, he can't keep still, hips thrusting up-]
[Only for the shadows to force him down, force him to be still, and Macaque stops-]
[He whines in desperation.] D-don't stop-I'm so close- [Pleading words that taper off as the brief lull in intensity give him a chance to truly breathe again. He still tries to thrust, but the shadows won't let him. Won't let him reach down to force him to move. He can do nothing more than squirm and writhe, tail trying to tug him closer, but it has nowhere near the strength of a monkey's tail. Let alone the monkey.]
[The moan is of relief when Macaque starts up again, not knowing what's coming. Shaking at the sound and feeling of satisfaction as Macaque growls around him, part of him always wanting to be good. Even when it comes with the pleasure filled torture as Macaque works to bring him to the edge only to deny him again. Each denial getting more pleading words, as much as he can manage between gulping gasps of air. It makes Red Son writhe all the more, trying to move to get to that last bit of friction and heat he needs to come undone, held down purely by the shadows than his own will. Sparks going off in his hair, just barely off the bed, as tears gather in his eyes, only to steam away as with the proximity to the heat around his head.]
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[ Red Son, however, doesn't have hours in him, and Macaque isn't trying to be truly cruel. Even if part of him is idly pondering moving his mouth away entirely, flipping Red Son over and feeling him come apart as he presses inside him. Another time, perhaps. For now he takes in the writhing and the sounds and the sparks, glancing up and drinking it all in with discerning eyes and twitching ears. ]
[ And then he starts in again, mouth and tongue moving faster now, as the shadows release Red Son's arms and hips to do as he will. Macaque is expecting to be clutched, for Red Son to thrust into his mouth desperately, listening for a shaking, shuddering cry. Being pushed like this is a lot, but the reward is beyond overwhelming. Enough to block out everything else in the world, nothing matters except the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. ]
[ It's an incredible feeling, and Macaque doesn't rush Red Son through it or do anything else to impede his reaction, neither him nor his shadows. ]
[ (Although when Macaque mostly experienced this there was also love that, against all reason, outmatched the physical pleasure. He tries not to think about it.) ]
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[He ached fiercely, hard enough for it to be painful and ecstasy at once. Arms jerking, hips squirming, try to pursue that little bit more, only to be trapped in the overwhelming sensations.]
[Only to finally feel his hips thrust up into a mouth that meets his hips faster, a tongue no longer teasing and he's free to move, free to take, and the sound he makes cracks something fierce as his hands finally grab at Macaque. Fingers buried deep in his hair, tugging tight as he thrusts into his mouth. To feel the warmth there, the movement of his tongue, how his throat feels.]
[He's shaking badly, making his movements sloppy for as desperately eager they are. Hair igniting as he curls up from the bed to hold onto him easier. Coming utterly undone. It doesn't take long to work himself up again and he's afraid he'll be denied again-]
[Only to go careening over the cliff, hips raised off the bed as his voice quakes between a sob of relief and a scream, body curled over his head, legs locked tight behind his back as he cums hard enough to see white.]
[He stays suspended like that for several long beats, shaking, until finally, as if his strings are cut, he goes limp. Falling back to the bed, hair barely smoldering, as his limbs fall loose, only a hand loosely left tangled in Macaque's hair, eyes watery and dazed as he stares at the ceiling, panting as if he ran a marathon.
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[ Once he's let his shadows slink away and given Red Son the green light to go for it, he has no qualms about meeting that intensity inch for inch. His arm wraps around the small of Red Son's back to help keep him close, mouth moving fast and certain, not shying away from that desperate thrusting. He can't watch anymore, which is a shame, but he feels that hand in his hair, hope moving with him, and his sensitive ears pick up everything, Red Son's growls and sobs and scream. ]
[ He unwraps his arm so Red Son can fall back against the mattress, mouth finally releasing him in a slow way, almost soothing. With a self-satisfied grin, Macaque gently unwraps Red Son's legs and shifts so he's more or less lying beside Red Son, although with his head more at chest level. ]
Like I said, a pretty show.
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[He looks over at Macaque as he talks, humming.] Glad I could be a pretty show.
[His hand reaches out, lightly carding through his hair, a gentle, idle affection. Appreciative as his brain tries to reboot. It was taking sometime.]
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[ Although there is something of a compliment inherent in the fur stroking. Macaque purrs softly and presses his head into the contact. ]
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[There is a pause as he tries to find words, fingers still keeping up their gentle petting.]
Mush.
It was amazing.
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[ The not thinking thing as much as the amazing thing.
Put in a good word with MK once he's over the shock][ He slings an arm across Red Son's waist, just because he's warm. ]
Sorry if that felt like I was just being mean. It's worth it in the end.
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He will totally put in a good word. If he wants exploration, that sure is a hell of a way to go.]If I thought it was mean, that thought leaked out of my ears. [As most of them did.] It was...intense.
[He is quite warm. There's still embers glowing in his hair.]
I'll return the favor. Just. Getting arms to obey properly.
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No rush. Hurrying people through their afterglow really is mean.
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...we'd need candles or I will set the bed on fire. [He was barely able to keep it forward, away from the bed.]
[He hums, scratching lightly at his scalp before returning to the careful petting.] Appreciate it.
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[ Purring will continue until you're ready for something more interesting. ]
No problem. Looking at you like this is its own reward.
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[Shadow is definitely better. Fire leaves sing marks and need space.]
The candles are easy to key into when I can't keep control. Centuries of meditation.
[There is another crackle in his hair, blushing at the compliment. He is weak to praise.] Hm, I'll to think of other ways to show off. [Ways to give him a show.]
[He hums, petting his hair. Taking a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow, slowly his limbs feeling less like noodles. Eventually his petting drifting down a bit, trailing over an ear. A curious thought, since he was known for his ears.]
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I'll bear that in mind. Or at least plan to have something burnable nearby. [ The way they're talking about potential next times is kind of nice. Nothing like a semi-regular source of a good distraction. ]
[ Known for his six ears, actually. He drops his glamour over them since why not, and the one he happens to be touching twitches a little. Purring notches just a hint louder. Definitely sensitive. ]
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[He edged him to near oblivion. Red Son can't pretend he isn't at least a little interested in seeing what the long version is like.]
[His fingers pause for a moment, surprised he would drop the glamour. He doesn't know why Macaque hides his six ears, just that he never saw them before.]
[But its just a moment, before he continues the light touches. Fingertips trailing over the edges of his ears, a featherlight drag of his claws along the back. A few moments until his other hand moves to trace over his other three, looking them over curiously, his own bull ears flicking.] They're cute.
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