[ 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.
[ He can't say why he dropped the glamour either, just that it seemed fitting. Besides, Red Son trusted him not to snap him in half, literally or sexually a minute ago, it's only right. ]
[ His ears twitch a bit more, back in the day that would have made him shiver. But certain monkeys who shall remain nameless liked playing with them too, he got used to it. Maybe missed it. ] What's wrong with the other version, hm? [ His tone makes clear that this is a joke. ]
I'm too recognizable with them out. Most places, I mean. [ Not here. ]
Oh, don't worry. You're still insanely attractive. [He smirks in return, rubbing his thumbs over the length of the middle ears.] This look is more interesting though.
[He hums and nods.] Fair enough. [He moves a hand to his shoulder, pushing on it to try and move to straddle him.]
"Insanely", huh. [ Is this villain humor or just an odd turn of phrase ]
[ Macaque rolls onto his back, pulling Red Son along with him, hands on his waist. Looking up at him with amused, unhurried interest. He was hoping eventually they'd get around to getting his pants off. ]
Well, you do have that 'might actually eat you' energy about you. [So a bit of villain humor.]
[He moves his hands along Macaque's sides, fingers running through the fur at his sides. His hips settling at his waist, rolling his hips, just to gauge where his interest was at. He leans up, nuzzling just under his ears, slow and lingering. Before finally nibbling along the ridge of one, before nipping at the tip.]
Was I asking nicely before when you were making me scream? [Purring in his ears, keeping his voice low.]
[He hums, licking the shell of another ear.] Is it usually an amount of time or an amount of pressure thing? [He keeps up the gentle rocking, his hands trailing down lower.]
I'll sit back if I start screaming again. [He does lower his voice to barely even a whisper though.]
[He traces over his ears, a slow drag of his tongue along each individual ear, with a light nibble on the tip of his ears. A slow, patient attention as his heads reach his pants. Working to under them, lifting up more onto his knees to push them down. Tail moving up to help push it down the rest of the way so he didn't have to pull away from his ears.]
"If"? [ The word is all breath and purring as Red Son pays his ears every attention. They twitch beneath his tongue, flickering toward the contact. ]
[ Macaque kicks off his pants once they're in a place for it, realizing too late he should have used his portals to vanish them. Well, whatever, long as they're gone. One of his hands loosely grabs Red Son's tail and strokes along it to the base, teasing the skin there for a moment before sliding back down toward the tip. His own tail first curling around Red Son's hip and then snaking up his chest (avoiding his throat just in case) and then teasing his mouth with the swirling tip. ]
[ His hips shift too, a slow push upwards, seeking. ]
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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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[ He can't say why he dropped the glamour either, just that it seemed fitting. Besides, Red Son trusted him not to snap him in half, literally or sexually a minute ago, it's only right. ]
[ His ears twitch a bit more, back in the day that would have made him shiver. But certain monkeys who shall remain nameless liked playing with them too, he got used to it. Maybe missed it. ] What's wrong with the other version, hm? [ His tone makes clear that this is a joke. ]
I'm too recognizable with them out. Most places, I mean. [ Not here. ]
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Oh, don't worry. You're still insanely attractive. [He smirks in return, rubbing his thumbs over the length of the middle ears.] This look is more interesting though.
[He hums and nods.] Fair enough. [He moves a hand to his shoulder, pushing on it to try and move to straddle him.]
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[ Macaque rolls onto his back, pulling Red Son along with him, hands on his waist. Looking up at him with amused, unhurried interest. He was hoping eventually they'd get around to getting his pants off. ]
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[He moves his hands along Macaque's sides, fingers running through the fur at his sides. His hips settling at his waist, rolling his hips, just to gauge where his interest was at. He leans up, nuzzling just under his ears, slow and lingering. Before finally nibbling along the ridge of one, before nipping at the tip.]
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[ His interest isn't totally waned, just needs a little reminder. Going for his ears seems to be a promising start given the way he gasps. ]
Those are sensitive. By that I mean, it's a fine line between fun and the wrong kind of painful.
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[He hums, licking the shell of another ear.] Is it usually an amount of time or an amount of pressure thing? [He keeps up the gentle rocking, his hands trailing down lower.]
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Both. And sound, especially when it's right against them.
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[He traces over his ears, a slow drag of his tongue along each individual ear, with a light nibble on the tip of his ears. A slow, patient attention as his heads reach his pants. Working to under them, lifting up more onto his knees to push them down. Tail moving up to help push it down the rest of the way so he didn't have to pull away from his ears.]
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[ Macaque kicks off his pants once they're in a place for it, realizing too late he should have used his portals to vanish them. Well, whatever, long as they're gone. One of his hands loosely grabs Red Son's tail and strokes along it to the base, teasing the skin there for a moment before sliding back down toward the tip. His own tail first curling around Red Son's hip and then snaking up his chest (avoiding his throat just in case) and then teasing his mouth with the swirling tip. ]
[ His hips shift too, a slow push upwards, seeking. ]
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