[ 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. ]
[He gives a little more attention to that set of ears, a slightly harder nip to the tip of one before moving to give the other attention. The teasing exploration of his tongue, the light nibbles and nips. Humming in his ear to muffle the sounds as Macaque grabs his tail, shivering at the attention, tail curling around his hand as his hand trails over it.]
[There is a bit of a breathless laugh as the tail moves over him and teases his lips, a little ticklish with the fur. A hand moving to lightly grab it, a light petting as he sits back enough for Macaque to see him kiss and nuzzle the tip.]
[He shifts to meet Macaque, humming as he rolls his hips against his.] Hm, I don't have...quite the technical skill you have. [He is blushing as he says it. His experience is limited and he knows it.] But I can at least cater to preferences. You could keep my mouth busy. I do have lube in my pocket if a clone could retrieve those. [He has utterly lost track where anything is at this point. And MK can be Very Eager, it pays to be prepared.] Or I can shift so prep is easier.
[ A short breath at the sharpness on his ear, the hum that shoots through him, magnified by his sensitive hearing. ]
[ Idly stroking Red Son's tail with his hand and teasing Red Son's mouth, his jaw, brushing his neck (no squeezing or wrapping) while pondering that. There is one way which has less pleasant/unpleasant memories... but truly, he's not picky. ]
[ One of his shadow clones presses the bottle into Red Son's hand. ] Enthusiasm can make up for a lot. So here's the option if you want it, but do whatever you're most into.
[ He shifts his arm to put his weight on his elbow, stretching up to give Red Son a heated kiss. Sometimes a haze can ironically make it more clear what you really want, and he can imagine this one has a tendency to overthink. ]
[Red Son sighs, leaning into the velvety contact, shivering as the tail touches more sensitive skin. Fingers still stroking the length of it, arching his neck, making a point to show 9ff his reactions to the teasing.]
[He takes the bottle, meeting the kiss with a a soft moan. Fingers trailing through his hair, rubbing his ears gently as he kisses back, letting himself get lost in the heat of it.]
[He's not wrong about the overthinking.]
[Red Son still kisses back, nipping at is lips playfully, enjoying the kiss before finally opening the lube. Spreading it over his fingers a few moments to warm up, before finally breaking the kiss. Pushing himself up onto his knees.] Well, you do like a pretty show.
[ Yeah, he knows he's not wrong. Macaque can read everyone except Wukong, those are the rules. He reclines for a moment, just watching Red Son react. He really is lovely. And Macaque is wondering about that shift he mentioned, for another time. He's less experienced with that, but "less" when you're as old as he is still means a good deal. And most of the skills translate. ]
[ The sound Macaque makes when Red Son rubs his ears is nearly a whine. Sensitive indeed. He doesn't mind saying so, or having it used to the fullest, so long as no one takes it to the point of discomfort. He's hoping that a quick word to stop would do it... even if he made Red Son plead a little, it's different. More akin to if Macaque tried to exploit his neck issue without proper permission, which he wouldn't do. ]
[ The simmering heat of the kiss is a joy, gradually building. Macaque isn't in any rush. He well learned the power of being patient, relaxing into these feelings. (He had to, or Wukong would have pounced like a gleeful jungle cat on a gazelle.) His hand slides from the base of Red Son's tail up his back, through his long hair. ]
I definitely do. [ Either way would be a nice show, to be fair. ]
You want help with it? [ Speaking of pretty things to watch. ]
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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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[He gives a little more attention to that set of ears, a slightly harder nip to the tip of one before moving to give the other attention. The teasing exploration of his tongue, the light nibbles and nips. Humming in his ear to muffle the sounds as Macaque grabs his tail, shivering at the attention, tail curling around his hand as his hand trails over it.]
[There is a bit of a breathless laugh as the tail moves over him and teases his lips, a little ticklish with the fur. A hand moving to lightly grab it, a light petting as he sits back enough for Macaque to see him kiss and nuzzle the tip.]
[He shifts to meet Macaque, humming as he rolls his hips against his.] Hm, I don't have...quite the technical skill you have. [He is blushing as he says it. His experience is limited and he knows it.] But I can at least cater to preferences. You could keep my mouth busy. I do have lube in my pocket if a clone could retrieve those. [He has utterly lost track where anything is at this point. And MK can be Very Eager, it pays to be prepared.] Or I can shift so prep is easier.
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[ Idly stroking Red Son's tail with his hand and teasing Red Son's mouth, his jaw, brushing his neck (no squeezing or wrapping) while pondering that. There is one way which has less pleasant/unpleasant memories... but truly, he's not picky. ]
[ One of his shadow clones presses the bottle into Red Son's hand. ] Enthusiasm can make up for a lot. So here's the option if you want it, but do whatever you're most into.
[ He shifts his arm to put his weight on his elbow, stretching up to give Red Son a heated kiss. Sometimes a haze can ironically make it more clear what you really want, and he can imagine this one has a tendency to overthink. ]
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[He takes the bottle, meeting the kiss with a a soft moan. Fingers trailing through his hair, rubbing his ears gently as he kisses back, letting himself get lost in the heat of it.]
[He's not wrong about the overthinking.]
[Red Son still kisses back, nipping at is lips playfully, enjoying the kiss before finally opening the lube. Spreading it over his fingers a few moments to warm up, before finally breaking the kiss. Pushing himself up onto his knees.] Well, you do like a pretty show.
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[ The sound Macaque makes when Red Son rubs his ears is nearly a whine. Sensitive indeed. He doesn't mind saying so, or having it used to the fullest, so long as no one takes it to the point of discomfort. He's hoping that a quick word to stop would do it... even if he made Red Son plead a little, it's different. More akin to if Macaque tried to exploit his neck issue without proper permission, which he wouldn't do. ]
[ The simmering heat of the kiss is a joy, gradually building. Macaque isn't in any rush. He well learned the power of being patient, relaxing into these feelings. (He had to, or Wukong would have pounced like a gleeful jungle cat on a gazelle.) His hand slides from the base of Red Son's tail up his back, through his long hair. ]
I definitely do. [ Either way would be a nice show, to be fair. ]
You want help with it? [ Speaking of pretty things to watch. ]
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