[ Macaque leans closer, flattening his hands on the wall over MK's shoulders. His shadow clone leans down to scrape its teeth below MK's ear. ]
Let's see, what to say. How about... if you want me to be your teacher, I should give you a thorough lesson in patience. [ Macaque's gaze flicks down just for a flash, enough to be very suggestive. ] I am quite good at that. Definitely ask Red Son about it sometime, his hair will go up immediately.
[This teasing is going in a direction MK didn't expect. Not when those hands press on either side of his shoulders. He swallows as the eyes flick down, sure he knows where they went. Teeth on his ear and the way Macaque is talking gets the butterflies swarming in his stomach. He shivers and swallows. The blood is rushing away from his brain so coming up with something to fire back with is proving difficult for MK.]
I'm not good at...being patient. [He chuckles nervously.] You might have to work hard to teach me some. And I will. Heh. Bet that'll be hilarious.
[ Macaque can't say he expected this either. At least not now. But the only reason he can think of to stop is 'what if it bothered Wukong?' and he made a promise -- not just that he'd let MK in, that he wouldn't let his fear dictate whatever they were to each other. Worry about what Wukong would think probably qualifies as fear. ]
[ And before, when Macaque said that falling into bed might be a form of closeness he'd accept more readily... it wasn't hypothetical. If MK hadn't been crystal clear that he's interested in this specifically then it would be another matter, but he did, and here they are. ]
You know me. [ Macaque leans over so the breath from his words brushes MK's ear, while on MK's other side the shadow clone is nibbling its way down his neck with the barest graze of teeth. ] If I'm going to train you, I won't do it halfway.
My shadows would not only hold you up, but keep you from hurrying me along. Except your head, I'll leave that free to move. So you can look at anything you like. A perfect view while I slowly, slowly unravel you. So slow that you shake and shudder and fill every corner of this room with little pleading sounds.
[ From the wall behind MK, hands emerge from the shadows and curl around his thighs, slide in a lazy, deliberate way from his waist up to his chest. There's a sound to the process, like a long and satisfied sigh. ]
[ Macaque leans back a bit, so he can look MK in the face from inches away. His grin is full of coiled promise. ]
Besides, if I've only earned a 4 out of 10 so far, I have something to prove, don't I? [ There's another question buried in there: how's his score now? ]
[Mk wondered for a moment if this would have happened eventually back home. If he had his awakening at home, would he and Macaque be doing this? Was it because they were both here and everything that happened here happened that this was happening? The delivery boy didn't have much time to think on it was those words slipped into his ears like those shadow hands slide over his body. He gasped before he let out a soft needy whimper.]
[The way Macaque made it sound like torture but also made Mk want to feel it rattled something inside Mk. It pulled at something he didn't really know was there. He lets out a shuddering breathe as he looks into those eyes that stare at him and that promising grin. Macaque is so handsome. Those six ears, his intense eyes, and that fangy grin. The dark soft fur he wants to feel. MK breathes in deep through his nose to catch the scent coming off the monkey. He shivers as he licks his own lips.
Mk's eyes grow darker but spark with a little hint of rebellion. If Macaque wants to break him down, then he should resist in his own way. Not to break free but to draw it out. Make it slow for them both. Let this moment last as long as possible.]
I think you've done this before. If you want me to make those kind of noises, I'm gonna make you work for it.
Make you earn that 10. Right now? You're getting close to 6.
[ Would this have happened back home? Macaque can't say he hasn't considered that. The roads not taken and all that. But here and now, he's not so much considering philosophy. The way MK's pulse is picking up speed is far more interesting, the little hitch of breath, echoing perfectly in six flicking ears. ]
[ Watching MK decide to make things difficult is refreshing, honestly. Macaque always did like a challenge. ]
You're in good hands, if that's what you mean by saying I've done this before. [ The shadow hands grip MK, perfect finger imprints halfway up the inside of his thighs. A little joke, that. ]
Make me work all you like. Makes it all the more rewarding when I get that perfect ten.
[ Macaque leans down, noses under MK's chin so he'll lift his head. Said nose then brushes down his neck, following the subtle flicker of his heartbeat. ]
You very considerately gave me a list, after all. Saying things that make you weak in the knees, we're getting there. Teeth was another. [ A shadow clone nips at the crook of MK's shoulder while Macaque's fangs graze the base of his throat. Slowly, slowly working his way up MK's neck, a teasing nibble over the harder turn of his jawbone. The shadows around MK's limbs and chest swirl as if they're restless. ]
[ Macaque takes MK's chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings MK's gaze down to meet his, giving MK a moment to note the way he's grinning. ]
What was the third, again? [ Macaque's smile is clear that he remembers that kisses were the other one. He wants MK to ask for one. ]
[The little joke makes MK smile. He gets the joke and it lightens the feelings for just a second. Macaque didn't let that last very long. He felt the way Macaque's nose traced over his neck. MK's head lifted slowly and he sucked his lips inward to try and trap the soft noises that threatened to spill out. Between the soft tracing, the tracing fangs, and nips from both clone and Macaque, it all nearly made him make a louder noise.
His legs shook in the shadow hand's holds as he tried to stay in control. Yet it wasn't the swirling hands that brought a soft whimper out of MK. It was when Macaque turned his gaze down to the warrior's face and he say that grin. He swallowed as the words spilled out of him so easily. Macaque was getting under his skin so easily.]
Kisses...I said kisses... [There is a neediness in his words but he isn't loud, for once.]
[ Macaque's perfect hearing catches those little sounds whether MK keeps them in or not. They sing in his ears, music to go with the show MK is unwittingly putting on. ]
I imagine you're adding to that list as we speak. [ Macaque says this from inches away, the distance between his mouth and MK's shrinking by the moment. He pauses just before their lips meet to grin one more time, his eyes dancing as he watches MK, cataloging the ways his desire is showing. ] But we can start here.
[ The kiss is slow, but not in a sweet and mushy way. Slow as in teasing, sweltering, aiming to fog your thoughts and make you melt at once. Slow as in deep and thorough, the start of an ache that won't be sated until more than mouths are touching. As if perfectly aware of this, Macaque's free hand rests on MK's hip, gently squeezing as if to draw him closer, but the shadows hold MK fast against the wall. ]
[ Macaque eases the kiss to a pause and moves back exactly two inches. His claws graze over the waistband of MK's pants as he seems to consider what's to be done with this boy he has pinned to the wall like a pretty little butterfly. ]
What else? [ His tone implies that he'll take any suggestions under advisement. He has an agenda here, but there's no reason he can't indulge MK a bit first. Within reason. ]
[Mk shivers as the list is growing by the second. Of course Macaque can hear his noises but MK isn't going to let them out easily. He can't take his eyes off Macaque as the distance disappears between them. He's being pulled in two different directions by the hands on his body and it feels so intense. He kisses back and tries to not rush it. To not push hungrily into it. It would give too much away. Give Macaque the win too easily.
Yet the kiss does as it is intended. His mind is fogging over and his legs shake hard enough for Macaque to feel. The way the ache built in his head, his arms and legs, his chest, and his crotch. MK felt the way it just pulled at him. The claws felt sharp and just he could feel it playing just at the border of his pants. The kiss ended and his brain was still foggy. The very limited filter Mk already had was offline.]
Pulling my hair and making me get on my knees and make you feel good too.
[ MK's trembling legs and his punctuationless sentence are each quite gratifying. Macaque isn't done by a longshot, but it's nice to be appreciated. His ears flick forwards as he aims to catch every little hitch of breath, every thick swallow, every uptick of MK's pulse. ]
[ He smiles indulgently at MK. ] We can see about that when the time comes.
[ Then he kisses MK again. Harder, but no faster, notching up the intensity while still making it feel like one big tease. The light flickers around them as Macaque's shadows spin, and when they part MK will find that Macaque's shirt is gone. His grin says that he knows just what he's doing by making MK admit that he wants to touch, and then showing him what he can't. ]
Score? [ He wants that perfect ten. While he waits for his due, he busies himself by casually and deliberately getting MK's pants open. The hands of his shadow clones slide beneath MK's shirt, cool on his skin, their touch equally as teasing as their master. ]
[MK's cheeks are flush when the first kiss breaks. He watches the lights flicker and Macaque's shirt vanishes. His eyes take in every part of skin and fur exposed now before his eyes meet Macaque's again. He swallows as he goes to say something but the kiss cuts him off. He opens his mouth to the kiss, inviting Macaque to deepen it. It feels so good. He kisses back with more neediness. The warrior is drawing him in and breaking down his walls so expertly.
Mk whimpers as the kiss ends. The hands are under his shirt now and he felt the cold so clearly on his warm skin. His pants were open and sagging some down his hips. He groans and arches. Score? Oh right. He has to resist still. He wants to but it's becoming so difficult.]
D-Definitely 7.5 r-right now. Hmmm. But you...g-got more work to do.
[ The whimper is welcome. (So would a shiver be, so Macaque adds a few more shadow hands exploring beneath MK's shirt, from his collarbone to his hips, even though his pants are still hanging on the latter. Shadows go where they like, passing through whatever they like.) The arching? Less welcome. More of Macaque's clones hold MK tight to the wall, exerting enough pressure to be just this side of painful. ]
[ Macaque chuckles at MK continuing to be a brat. He absolutely lives for being egged on. ] Very well.
Keep my tally running. [ He kisses MK again briefly, then ducks to scrape his fangs along MK's neck, hard enough to make a point without breaking skin. He promised Wukong he wouldn't. The almost-biting moves to MK's collarbone, fangs catching along the delicate bone and digging down. He's making a guess based on Red Son's predilections, it seems a fair bet. ]
[ There's another rotation of flickering shadows, and MK's shirt is gone. Shadow magic is useful in all sorts of fun ways. Unhampered by the clothing blocking his way, Macaque shoots a Look up at MK and then proceeds to make his lazy, winding way down his chest, lips and teeth making a game of which can work him up more. ]
[ His tail winds its way around MK's waist and swishes up and down his flank, teasing even in its idleness. ]
[Mk feels his body pinned harder and he can't move. He shook a little with it and felt the shadows hold him so tight. The chuckle rang in his ears as he kissed back again. The made a soft noise and tilted his head with the fangs touching his flesh again. He pants and tries to keep the noises inside. His chest was heaving as he was bitten and played with. His shirt was gone and he felt the way those teeth and lips traveled down.
The soft fur of the tail was brushing his skin. He watched Macaque proceed with all the teasing. The masterful way the shadow monkey was fogging his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment to try and calm himself. It was hard to focus right now. Hard to keep fighting and be a bit of a brat. It was just difficult. Mk's eyes opened again and he swallowed.]
[ Yes, well. What's the point in doing anything if you're not going to turn it up to eleven? But in this case he'll take that 10 he's after. ]
[ Macaque sucks hard on MK's skin when his eyes close, and then reddens the same spot further with his teeth. He's not playing around, pay attention. When MK's eyes open again, Macaque flashes a smug grin. ]
Eght, hm? Sounds like it's about time for your patience lesson. [ This has all been one long warm-up. Macaque pushes MK's clothes off his hips and lowers down to a knee. ]
[ He tosses another glance up at MK and wonders what fun reaction he'll get as he stoops down and his slowness finds another level as he takes MK in his mouth with an agonizing pace. Slowly, tortuously so, he swallows him whole, ears turning upward to hear whatever there is to hear. He's not giving up on getting his 10, but he has his ways of making it happen. Immortality isn't everything and it can't give you everything, but being incredibly old and the experience that goes along with that does make for a killer blowjob. ]
[Mk groans as his skin is marked and his eyes open. Then he sees the grin and knows he's in for it. His heart drops speeds up like he's at the top of a rollercoaster. The way his pants come off, Macaque lowering down, and that glance up all feels like it is in slow motion. Then his world explodes as the drop comes. Only the drop this time is a warm mouth and throat that engulfs him. He felt like he was falling and his knees buckled. The shadows kept him up though. He couldn't fall.
That didn't stop the genuine moan from falling out of his mouth. It was loud, needy, and nearly a scream. He cried out as Macaque was showing his expert talents. The way he was taking all of him in so fast. He shook as he clawed at the wall behind him. He couldn't break free of the hold. He didn't want to. He wanted to feel this. Patience training. He wasn't going to be allowed to let go, was he? Not until he said the magic number and not until he begged for it. He had to fight for it though. MK was going to fight as long as he could. To learn this lesson.]
[ Macaque was prepared enough for that loud yelp to turn his ears down and wince perhaps a bit around his eyes, but that's the extent of it. It goes with the territory with something like this, and MK is still learning, he can't be expected to keep quiet and Macaque wouldn't want him to try. He likes MK best when he's perfectly himself, all unrestrained eagerness. ]
[ The shadows thicken around MK's chest and limbs and Macaque's tail is firm around his waist, and shadows gather at his hips to prevent him from thrusting forward. Macaque's real hands rest between those of his shadows, gripping MK's hips more gently, almost affectionate; no one could blame MK for failing to notice that as Macaque drags his head backwards with a hint of suction, his tongue flicking and rolling once free to do so before he dives right back in. Taking MK to the hilt and pausing to groan softly, the noise less a result of pleasure (though that, too) and more to tease with the vibration. ]
[ MK is dead on about one thing: Macaque isn't going to let him finish. If his pulse and other little tells start to indicate that he's close, Macaque will pull away entirely and his shadows prevent MK from chasing him, and then once the MK has calmed down enough Macaque goes right back to work. Again and again and again he'll do this, until nothing exists for MK except intense pleasure and more intense need. Macaque said this was to learn patience, and he wasn't joking. ]
Perhaps it would surprise Macaque what Mk noticed. He did feel the soft hands and noticed the way those ears tilted back when he cried out. He made some small mental notes in the fog of his mind. The hold was so strong and he couldn't so much as pull away from where Macaque wanted him. He groaned and lowered his voice for Macaque. He could try to control his noises some for him.
The pleasure was surging through him and the face Macaque was purposefully drawing this out and would pull back whenever he got close. He panted as he looked down at Macaque. His eyes dark with lust at this point. His body ached and his cock throbbed. His balls felt heavy as he got close but was slid back away from that edge. Mk still smiled and had a card to play.
"Won't...give you a ten...u-until...awwwh~ I'm fucking dry~" He said, pressing his luck.
[ Macaque chuckles darkly, seeming to find it sweet that MK is trying to assert any such thing. He knows too well how this works. Given enough time, orgasm denial will break anyone. Soon enough nothing will matter but the need for release, and he'll offer Macaque his perfect score all too readily. ]
[ He shifts over to bite at MK's hip while he's waiting to start in again. Might as well use his time wisely. ] I can hear your pulse pounding through you. Every creak of your muscles. And I'll hear my ten before long. But even that might not be enough for me to call the lesson complete.
I know what I'm doing. Just ask Red Son. He had tears in his eyes before I was through with him. Little sobs in between pleading with me. All pride gone out the window.
[ It was pretty gratifying, actually. But whatever else Macaque had to say on the subject can wait as MK seems ready for more, and this time Macaque's mouth has a bit more suction, his tongue a bit of a rolling vibration, and he swallows to flex his throat. ]
Another bite and MK bit back his own moan into a long groan through gritted teeth. Oh it did feel good and of course Macaque could hear everything. It made sense. Hearing that brought memories flooding back to Mk's mind. Hot memories that didn't help him to hold out. After all, being like that sounded so blissful. To be broken like that and just letting Macaque have his way with him. Come on, Monkey Man. You can do this. Hold out. Make him earn it.
Make this last. Who knows when Macaque would feel open enough for this again. Mk wanted to savor this, however long he could and however far they went.
"I...k-know what he looks like. L-Like that. I made her...brain break in the closet. Oooooh fuuuuck. I...won't break so easy. He...loves it. It's d-definitely something I think he g-gets from...oh I should s-s-saaaaaay that. Your mouth feels so good!"
[ Another chuckle, almost a hum, which Macaque does with his mouth still very full, his tongue trilling in a way far more tactile than audible. He'll wait until he's forcing MK into another wait before responding, and in the meantime focuses on flexing his throat on one end, rolling and tracing with his tongue on the other, listening for whatever makes MK's pulse leap and doing more of it -- up until the point where he's close enough that Macaque stops again. ]
I wasn't trying to make you envious. I was implying it's something you might like to watch sometime. [ He heard you're into that. ] Would you like that, watching him beg? First from my mouth, then from my fingers, and then--
[ Macaque fills this teasing pause with a suggestive grin. MK's brain should enjoy filling in the blanks. ]
Although he seemed equally interested in watching me do all that to you... we'll have to see. Maybe if you learn this lesson well enough.
--Oh, speaking of. [ He takes out his phone and takes a picture of MK from his current perspective. (Nothing lewd, just his chest and face and the shadowbondage.) ] For posterity. I'll send it to him later. [ They have an agreement and all. ]
[ Macaque shoots MK another heated glance before opening his mouth and throat and diving back in, going full tilt this time, faster and with enough eagerness to probably be a big turn-on. He's not racing to the finish, not until he gets what he wants, but varying the speed and intensity makes the waiting more of a challenge. Ask him how he knows. ]
Mk was so close again and the feeling of the orgasm retreating back down into his balls hurt like hell now. the pain had started to ache more. He groaned as he listened to the words. He hadn't meant to make it sound like he was envious.
"I wasn't j-jealous. I just...m-meantoooooooh fuck." The grin and words left him speechless. Which made for an excellent picture and his cheeks warmed. He swallowed and knew Red Son was gonna use that as a background or a contact image for the foreseeable future. He shook with the idea. Then came the full tilt sucking. MK's will shattered finally. He moaned loudly as he couldn't hold it back. The pain was growing and that need for release raged inside his loins. He nodded.
"F-Fine! Y-You win! 10! You're a ten. Please~ Pleasepleaseplease Macaque. L-Let me cum. Pleeeaaaase~"
[ Pulling away with a wet pop, Macaque sits back on his heels and smiles up at MK. ] That wasn't so difficult, was it?
[ Then Macaque's grin shifts to another level of mischievous. ]
But... not yet. [ He nods forward and gives one long lick, from base to tip. ] Soon, I promise.
[ What kind of a lesson would it be if MK was in control of it the entire time? But more the point, giving up control is part of this, what makes it so rewarding in the end. A show of care and trust as well as feeling physically incredible. MK hasn't done that yet. ]
You'll be okay. Relax into the feeling. Tell me what you meant, and anything else you want to say. I'm listening.
[ Macaque leans forward and gets his mouth around MK again, slowing back down to help with the relaxing. MK can do it. And when he does Macaque will give him what he's waiting for, the explosive result of all this buildup, and catch him when the shadows let him go, and pull him close while he recovers. Macaque isn't running away anymore. ]
Off course it wouldn't be that easy. Macaque wouldn't just let him have what he needed. He whimpered as the orgasm slid away again but at least the promise was there. The lick helped keep him closer to the edge than before. He'll be okay. Just do what Macaque said. Give into it. Relax into this feeling. He could do that. It was so easy to do that.
"I-I meant I've made Red Son like that too. And I know h-how hot and amazing it is. Seeing you do it to him and then h-having him watch you do it to me. Or we could do it to him together. That would be amazing. So so amazing.
[He swallows. Anything he wants to say? That's a lot and it pours out of him with just some slight initial hesitation.]
You mean a lot to me, you know. And I really really like this. I like being close to you like this. E-Even when I try to pretend I don't. ...I miss you when you disappear. And I wanna kiss you super bad right now.
[ Macaque has faith in MK, that he can handle this. Believing Macaque won't actually let him hang forever is part of it, being willing to trust himself is the rest of it. And Macaque is willing to bet that MK will melt into the aftercare thing before almost assuredly insisting on returning the favor in some form or fashion, which is a fun prospect. ]
[ MK's stream of consciousness is even less filtered than normal, but what he says is undeniably interesting, undeniably a turn-on. Poor Red Son, you don't even know that your doom is being plotted right now. ]
Mm. [ That's the most agreement Macaque can offer with his mouth (and throat) very full, but he pauses in working MK back up again when he says the latter few sentences. ]
[ It's sort of fascinating, how much that doesn't bother him to hear right now. A little sure, but that discomfort is turned way down in the here and now. Macaque can maybe even admit that he sort of likes MK admitting that he cares. Once the heat dissipates the squirmy feelings will return, but perhaps a little altered, a little diminished. ]
[ One thing MK says strikes a particular chord, so Macaque pulls away and stands up until they're eye to eye, then leans close. He isn't going to give MK everything yet, but a kiss? That he can do. And it might be interesting what MK would throw into one right now. MK's neck and head aren't being restrained so he's free to lean into it a bit. ]
Show me, then. [ Macaque leans closer, the corners of his mouth quirking up, eyes dancing. One of his hands reaches down and strokes MK lightly since his mouth will presumably be otherwise occupied for a moment, just to ensure he can't cool down too much. ]
MK shook as the soft noise sent a vibration down his cock. He whimpered as Macaque raised up. He kept his eyes on Macaque as their mouths grew closer. His tongue gently snaked out to lick Macaque's lips before he leaned his head forward. His hips couldn't move into the hot rough hand on his dick but he could kiss Macaque hard. It was filled with MK's need. Lips parted and his tongue teased at those lips. He didn't try to deepen it or take control.
It was hungry, needy, and wanting. Trying to pull Macaque into the kiss to control it. To further his exploration of MK. The feel what this could mean in this moment and beyond. Right now, Mk was hungry for the touch, pleasure, and affection. No words came out but needy and wanting whimpers. His noises were begging for Macaque to make out with him right now. To explore his mouth so MK could know what it felt like. Even with some opening for control, in this moment, Mk only invited Macaque to control him further.
[ Macaque isn't going to let this go on very long, at least not now. Soon, like he promised, he'll finish MK off here and take him off somewhere to relax and find his legs again and then -- well, they'll figure it out. For now, this will be a brief interlude, but no reason they shouldn't both get something out of it. ]
[ Leaning into the kiss, Macaque's free hand lifts to cup the back of MK's neck, drawing them closer together. He allows MK to do as he likes for most of the kiss, since the rest of him is so very in Macaque's control for the moment, but Macaque finds himself pressing harder into it, making a soft, pleased sound. And Macaque takes the lead back as naturally as breathing, pulling back just enough to flash a smile and make it a bit of a tease before diving back in, open and demanding. Giving Mk a little of what he's been looking for even if on the other side of this there's only more teasing. ]
[ It's not long before Macaque gently pulls back, though when he murmurs to MK their lips brush. ]
Once the lesson's done, we can do this as long as you like. I promise, it'll be worth it.
[ He gives MK another quick kiss, and then pries himself back, shoots MK a Look, and lowers himself down again. Since MK might need to be worked up again he just goes right to it, with the intent to get MK skirting the very edge of release and keep him there. ]
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Four? Plenty of room, then.
[ Macaque leans closer, flattening his hands on the wall over MK's shoulders. His shadow clone leans down to scrape its teeth below MK's ear. ]
Let's see, what to say. How about... if you want me to be your teacher, I should give you a thorough lesson in patience. [ Macaque's gaze flicks down just for a flash, enough to be very suggestive. ] I am quite good at that. Definitely ask Red Son about it sometime, his hair will go up immediately.
[ That should be a nice one-two punch. ]
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I'm not good at...being patient. [He chuckles nervously.] You might have to work hard to teach me some. And I will. Heh. Bet that'll be hilarious.
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[ And before, when Macaque said that falling into bed might be a form of closeness he'd accept more readily... it wasn't hypothetical. If MK hadn't been crystal clear that he's interested in this specifically then it would be another matter, but he did, and here they are. ]
You know me. [ Macaque leans over so the breath from his words brushes MK's ear, while on MK's other side the shadow clone is nibbling its way down his neck with the barest graze of teeth. ] If I'm going to train you, I won't do it halfway.
My shadows would not only hold you up, but keep you from hurrying me along. Except your head, I'll leave that free to move. So you can look at anything you like. A perfect view while I slowly, slowly unravel you. So slow that you shake and shudder and fill every corner of this room with little pleading sounds.
[ From the wall behind MK, hands emerge from the shadows and curl around his thighs, slide in a lazy, deliberate way from his waist up to his chest. There's a sound to the process, like a long and satisfied sigh. ]
[ Macaque leans back a bit, so he can look MK in the face from inches away. His grin is full of coiled promise. ]
Besides, if I've only earned a 4 out of 10 so far, I have something to prove, don't I? [ There's another question buried in there: how's his score now? ]
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[The way Macaque made it sound like torture but also made Mk want to feel it rattled something inside Mk. It pulled at something he didn't really know was there. He lets out a shuddering breathe as he looks into those eyes that stare at him and that promising grin. Macaque is so handsome. Those six ears, his intense eyes, and that fangy grin. The dark soft fur he wants to feel. MK breathes in deep through his nose to catch the scent coming off the monkey. He shivers as he licks his own lips.
Mk's eyes grow darker but spark with a little hint of rebellion. If Macaque wants to break him down, then he should resist in his own way. Not to break free but to draw it out. Make it slow for them both. Let this moment last as long as possible.]
I think you've done this before. If you want me to make those kind of noises, I'm gonna make you work for it.
Make you earn that 10. Right now? You're getting close to 6.
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[ Watching MK decide to make things difficult is refreshing, honestly. Macaque always did like a challenge. ]
You're in good hands, if that's what you mean by saying I've done this before. [ The shadow hands grip MK, perfect finger imprints halfway up the inside of his thighs. A little joke, that. ]
Make me work all you like. Makes it all the more rewarding when I get that perfect ten.
[ Macaque leans down, noses under MK's chin so he'll lift his head. Said nose then brushes down his neck, following the subtle flicker of his heartbeat. ]
You very considerately gave me a list, after all. Saying things that make you weak in the knees, we're getting there. Teeth was another. [ A shadow clone nips at the crook of MK's shoulder while Macaque's fangs graze the base of his throat. Slowly, slowly working his way up MK's neck, a teasing nibble over the harder turn of his jawbone. The shadows around MK's limbs and chest swirl as if they're restless. ]
[ Macaque takes MK's chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings MK's gaze down to meet his, giving MK a moment to note the way he's grinning. ]
What was the third, again? [ Macaque's smile is clear that he remembers that kisses were the other one. He wants MK to ask for one. ]
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His legs shook in the shadow hand's holds as he tried to stay in control. Yet it wasn't the swirling hands that brought a soft whimper out of MK. It was when Macaque turned his gaze down to the warrior's face and he say that grin. He swallowed as the words spilled out of him so easily. Macaque was getting under his skin so easily.]
Kisses...I said kisses... [There is a neediness in his words but he isn't loud, for once.]
I said...I want you to kiss me too.
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I imagine you're adding to that list as we speak. [ Macaque says this from inches away, the distance between his mouth and MK's shrinking by the moment. He pauses just before their lips meet to grin one more time, his eyes dancing as he watches MK, cataloging the ways his desire is showing. ] But we can start here.
[ The kiss is slow, but not in a sweet and mushy way. Slow as in teasing, sweltering, aiming to fog your thoughts and make you melt at once. Slow as in deep and thorough, the start of an ache that won't be sated until more than mouths are touching. As if perfectly aware of this, Macaque's free hand rests on MK's hip, gently squeezing as if to draw him closer, but the shadows hold MK fast against the wall. ]
[ Macaque eases the kiss to a pause and moves back exactly two inches. His claws graze over the waistband of MK's pants as he seems to consider what's to be done with this boy he has pinned to the wall like a pretty little butterfly. ]
What else? [ His tone implies that he'll take any suggestions under advisement. He has an agenda here, but there's no reason he can't indulge MK a bit first. Within reason. ]
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Yet the kiss does as it is intended. His mind is fogging over and his legs shake hard enough for Macaque to feel. The way the ache built in his head, his arms and legs, his chest, and his crotch. MK felt the way it just pulled at him. The claws felt sharp and just he could feel it playing just at the border of his pants. The kiss ended and his brain was still foggy. The very limited filter Mk already had was offline.]
Pulling my hair and making me get on my knees and make you feel good too.
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[ He smiles indulgently at MK. ] We can see about that when the time comes.
[ Then he kisses MK again. Harder, but no faster, notching up the intensity while still making it feel like one big tease. The light flickers around them as Macaque's shadows spin, and when they part MK will find that Macaque's shirt is gone. His grin says that he knows just what he's doing by making MK admit that he wants to touch, and then showing him what he can't. ]
Score? [ He wants that perfect ten. While he waits for his due, he busies himself by casually and deliberately getting MK's pants open. The hands of his shadow clones slide beneath MK's shirt, cool on his skin, their touch equally as teasing as their master. ]
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Mk whimpers as the kiss ends. The hands are under his shirt now and he felt the cold so clearly on his warm skin. His pants were open and sagging some down his hips. He groans and arches. Score? Oh right. He has to resist still. He wants to but it's becoming so difficult.]
D-Definitely 7.5 r-right now. Hmmm. But you...g-got more work to do.
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[ Macaque chuckles at MK continuing to be a brat. He absolutely lives for being egged on. ] Very well.
Keep my tally running. [ He kisses MK again briefly, then ducks to scrape his fangs along MK's neck, hard enough to make a point without breaking skin. He promised Wukong he wouldn't. The almost-biting moves to MK's collarbone, fangs catching along the delicate bone and digging down. He's making a guess based on Red Son's predilections, it seems a fair bet. ]
[ There's another rotation of flickering shadows, and MK's shirt is gone. Shadow magic is useful in all sorts of fun ways. Unhampered by the clothing blocking his way, Macaque shoots a Look up at MK and then proceeds to make his lazy, winding way down his chest, lips and teeth making a game of which can work him up more. ]
[ His tail winds its way around MK's waist and swishes up and down his flank, teasing even in its idleness. ]
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The soft fur of the tail was brushing his skin. He watched Macaque proceed with all the teasing. The masterful way the shadow monkey was fogging his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment to try and calm himself. It was hard to focus right now. Hard to keep fighting and be a bit of a brat. It was just difficult. Mk's eyes opened again and he swallowed.]
You're...at an 8 now. By the way.
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[ Macaque sucks hard on MK's skin when his eyes close, and then reddens the same spot further with his teeth. He's not playing around, pay attention. When MK's eyes open again, Macaque flashes a smug grin. ]
Eght, hm? Sounds like it's about time for your patience lesson. [ This has all been one long warm-up. Macaque pushes MK's clothes off his hips and lowers down to a knee. ]
[ He tosses another glance up at MK and wonders what fun reaction he'll get as he stoops down and his slowness finds another level as he takes MK in his mouth with an agonizing pace. Slowly, tortuously so, he swallows him whole, ears turning upward to hear whatever there is to hear. He's not giving up on getting his 10, but he has his ways of making it happen. Immortality isn't everything and it can't give you everything, but being incredibly old and the experience that goes along with that does make for a killer blowjob. ]
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That didn't stop the genuine moan from falling out of his mouth. It was loud, needy, and nearly a scream. He cried out as Macaque was showing his expert talents. The way he was taking all of him in so fast. He shook as he clawed at the wall behind him. He couldn't break free of the hold. He didn't want to. He wanted to feel this. Patience training. He wasn't going to be allowed to let go, was he? Not until he said the magic number and not until he begged for it. He had to fight for it though. MK was going to fight as long as he could. To learn this lesson.]
F-Fuuuuck! God Macaque! Awwwwwwh!
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[ The shadows thicken around MK's chest and limbs and Macaque's tail is firm around his waist, and shadows gather at his hips to prevent him from thrusting forward. Macaque's real hands rest between those of his shadows, gripping MK's hips more gently, almost affectionate; no one could blame MK for failing to notice that as Macaque drags his head backwards with a hint of suction, his tongue flicking and rolling once free to do so before he dives right back in. Taking MK to the hilt and pausing to groan softly, the noise less a result of pleasure (though that, too) and more to tease with the vibration. ]
[ MK is dead on about one thing: Macaque isn't going to let him finish. If his pulse and other little tells start to indicate that he's close, Macaque will pull away entirely and his shadows prevent MK from chasing him, and then once the MK has calmed down enough Macaque goes right back to work. Again and again and again he'll do this, until nothing exists for MK except intense pleasure and more intense need. Macaque said this was to learn patience, and he wasn't joking. ]
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The pleasure was surging through him and the face Macaque was purposefully drawing this out and would pull back whenever he got close. He panted as he looked down at Macaque. His eyes dark with lust at this point. His body ached and his cock throbbed. His balls felt heavy as he got close but was slid back away from that edge. Mk still smiled and had a card to play.
"Won't...give you a ten...u-until...awwwh~ I'm fucking dry~" He said, pressing his luck.
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[ He shifts over to bite at MK's hip while he's waiting to start in again. Might as well use his time wisely. ] I can hear your pulse pounding through you. Every creak of your muscles. And I'll hear my ten before long. But even that might not be enough for me to call the lesson complete.
I know what I'm doing. Just ask Red Son. He had tears in his eyes before I was through with him. Little sobs in between pleading with me. All pride gone out the window.
[ It was pretty gratifying, actually. But whatever else Macaque had to say on the subject can wait as MK seems ready for more, and this time Macaque's mouth has a bit more suction, his tongue a bit of a rolling vibration, and he swallows to flex his throat. ]
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Make this last. Who knows when Macaque would feel open enough for this again. Mk wanted to savor this, however long he could and however far they went.
"I...k-know what he looks like. L-Like that. I made her...brain break in the closet. Oooooh fuuuuck. I...won't break so easy. He...loves it. It's d-definitely something I think he g-gets from...oh I should s-s-saaaaaay that. Your mouth feels so good!"
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I wasn't trying to make you envious. I was implying it's something you might like to watch sometime. [ He heard you're into that. ] Would you like that, watching him beg? First from my mouth, then from my fingers, and then--
[ Macaque fills this teasing pause with a suggestive grin. MK's brain should enjoy filling in the blanks. ]
Although he seemed equally interested in watching me do all that to you... we'll have to see. Maybe if you learn this lesson well enough.
--Oh, speaking of. [ He takes out his phone and takes a picture of MK from his current perspective. (Nothing lewd, just his chest and face and the shadowbondage.) ] For posterity. I'll send it to him later. [ They have an agreement and all. ]
[ Macaque shoots MK another heated glance before opening his mouth and throat and diving back in, going full tilt this time, faster and with enough eagerness to probably be a big turn-on. He's not racing to the finish, not until he gets what he wants, but varying the speed and intensity makes the waiting more of a challenge. Ask him how he knows. ]
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"I wasn't j-jealous. I just...m-meantoooooooh fuck." The grin and words left him speechless. Which made for an excellent picture and his cheeks warmed. He swallowed and knew Red Son was gonna use that as a background or a contact image for the foreseeable future. He shook with the idea. Then came the full tilt sucking. MK's will shattered finally. He moaned loudly as he couldn't hold it back. The pain was growing and that need for release raged inside his loins. He nodded.
"F-Fine! Y-You win! 10! You're a ten. Please~ Pleasepleaseplease Macaque. L-Let me cum. Pleeeaaaase~"
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[ Then Macaque's grin shifts to another level of mischievous. ]
But... not yet. [ He nods forward and gives one long lick, from base to tip. ] Soon, I promise.
[ What kind of a lesson would it be if MK was in control of it the entire time? But more the point, giving up control is part of this, what makes it so rewarding in the end. A show of care and trust as well as feeling physically incredible. MK hasn't done that yet. ]
You'll be okay. Relax into the feeling. Tell me what you meant, and anything else you want to say. I'm listening.
[ Macaque leans forward and gets his mouth around MK again, slowing back down to help with the relaxing. MK can do it. And when he does Macaque will give him what he's waiting for, the explosive result of all this buildup, and catch him when the shadows let him go, and pull him close while he recovers. Macaque isn't running away anymore. ]
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"I-I meant I've made Red Son like that too. And I know h-how hot and amazing it is. Seeing you do it to him and then h-having him watch you do it to me. Or we could do it to him together. That would be amazing. So so amazing.
[He swallows. Anything he wants to say? That's a lot and it pours out of him with just some slight initial hesitation.]
You mean a lot to me, you know. And I really really like this. I like being close to you like this. E-Even when I try to pretend I don't. ...I miss you when you disappear. And I wanna kiss you super bad right now.
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[ MK's stream of consciousness is even less filtered than normal, but what he says is undeniably interesting, undeniably a turn-on. Poor Red Son, you don't even know that your doom is being plotted right now. ]
Mm. [ That's the most agreement Macaque can offer with his mouth (and throat) very full, but he pauses in working MK back up again when he says the latter few sentences. ]
[ It's sort of fascinating, how much that doesn't bother him to hear right now. A little sure, but that discomfort is turned way down in the here and now. Macaque can maybe even admit that he sort of likes MK admitting that he cares. Once the heat dissipates the squirmy feelings will return, but perhaps a little altered, a little diminished. ]
[ One thing MK says strikes a particular chord, so Macaque pulls away and stands up until they're eye to eye, then leans close. He isn't going to give MK everything yet, but a kiss? That he can do. And it might be interesting what MK would throw into one right now. MK's neck and head aren't being restrained so he's free to lean into it a bit. ]
Show me, then. [ Macaque leans closer, the corners of his mouth quirking up, eyes dancing. One of his hands reaches down and strokes MK lightly since his mouth will presumably be otherwise occupied for a moment, just to ensure he can't cool down too much. ]
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It was hungry, needy, and wanting. Trying to pull Macaque into the kiss to control it. To further his exploration of MK. The feel what this could mean in this moment and beyond. Right now, Mk was hungry for the touch, pleasure, and affection. No words came out but needy and wanting whimpers. His noises were begging for Macaque to make out with him right now. To explore his mouth so MK could know what it felt like. Even with some opening for control, in this moment, Mk only invited Macaque to control him further.
He trusted Macaque fully in this moment.
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[ Leaning into the kiss, Macaque's free hand lifts to cup the back of MK's neck, drawing them closer together. He allows MK to do as he likes for most of the kiss, since the rest of him is so very in Macaque's control for the moment, but Macaque finds himself pressing harder into it, making a soft, pleased sound. And Macaque takes the lead back as naturally as breathing, pulling back just enough to flash a smile and make it a bit of a tease before diving back in, open and demanding. Giving Mk a little of what he's been looking for even if on the other side of this there's only more teasing. ]
[ It's not long before Macaque gently pulls back, though when he murmurs to MK their lips brush. ]
Once the lesson's done, we can do this as long as you like. I promise, it'll be worth it.
[ He gives MK another quick kiss, and then pries himself back, shoots MK a Look, and lowers himself down again. Since MK might need to be worked up again he just goes right to it, with the intent to get MK skirting the very edge of release and keep him there. ]
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