[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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[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.]