If you were to ask Wukong which out of all the times of the day he would choose to be at the beach he would say, without a doubt, that the night is his favorite.
It was just more peaceful and charming. With the moon shining in the sky like a pearl and the stars reflecting in the water. The noise of the waves was more relaxing, more enjoyable. He could enjoy the sound of nature more calmly and thus clear his mind. Being surrounded by active people, the sun burning his skin and stuffing himself with sodas and food in the morning was pretty good, but it wasn't comparable to the calm at night.
"Are you coming with us?" MK asked as he picked up some chairs, noticing that the king didn't move from his lounger.
"I'll catch up with you later, bud. You can go without me." He answered, glancing sideways at the cabin on the hill behind him. He had several of those houses in all parts of the mountain, fortunately. "I want to clear my mind for a while."
"Alright!" The boy yelled followed by a smile. "If you need us, you know where to find us." Then he turned his back and began his walk.
Now alone, he was finally able to enjoy the serenity in the environment. The sensation of sand between his fingers, of pure air entering and leaving his lungs, of waves crashing against the sand. He felt old, to be honest. When he was younger, he used to hate having to sit still and meditate; he just couldn't keep still. And now, with a heavy soul and a head full of thoughts, he had learned to value moments like this more.
However, at that moment, he remembered why much he hated them so much.
Because if there was something that Sun Wukong hated more than anything in this life, it was having to be alone with his thoughts. What a terrible punishment. It seemed that his impossible moments of peace were the most opportune times for his mind to fill with negativity and regrets from the past.
He didn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. All because of him. Because of his ambition, because of his greed. All because of the mistakes he had made in the past and seemed to haunt him into the future. Now, despite everything, he knew that all won't be well. He knew that this was just the peace before the storm. That's what Macaque said.
Macaque.
What was their relationship now? Was it good, was it bad...? They seemed fine. I mean, they haven't fixed anything enough to be friends again but... At least they didn't yell every time they saw each other. Almost.
They were progressing. Progress is good.
He didn't feel like he deserved forgiveness yet, anyway. All the shit he's done in the past… Which got them to the point they're at now… No, that was a hard thing to forgive. Something, even, impossible to forgive. Damn, no one in their right mind forgives their killer, do they?
Macaque shouldn't even talk to him. He should get away from him. That would be the best.
"Ah, fuck..." he groaned, shifting in the chaise. He wanted to drive away all those negative thoughts as quickly as possible.
He slowly closed his eyes and tried to remember the meditation process that Sanzang taught him many times. Although he didn't use it often because it was practically impossible for him to meditate, but he needed it now. He tried to push the thoughts from his mind as quickly as possible. He couldn't go on like this.
A noise coming from his side. He must be one of the monkeys.
"Having a hard night?" Said a voice he recognized. A voice he was thinking of.
He opened his eyes and was met with the image of Liu'er Mihou himself in all his splendor. With his jet-black fur, brown skin, and frown. He was now wearing a white tank top under a fuchsia button-down shirt. He made his place in the next chair, watching him.
"You're still here." Wukong, stunned, pointed out. He didn't expect Mihou to stay. He was not one of those who stayed until the end of the party.
"Do you want me to go?"
"No, that's not... That's not what I meant to imply." A sigh.
They both looked at the moon, shining like a jewel in the extensive bluish mantle that was the sky, reflecting in the water.
"What are you doing here? People are celebrating in there. Don't you want to join them?"
The king sighed again. "No... I mean, yeah, just..." he shook his head. "I don't know. A lot has happened. I guess I just wanted to rest for a while and take it all in."
"I see..."
"I have so many things on my mind and I don't know how to process them all. Heaven lacks an emperor. Do you know how many things we are about to face? Do you know how much weight we have on our shoulders?"
"That's what I was talking about this morning and you didn't want to listen to me. You said you didn't want to think about it."
"Yes, but it's inevitable not to think about it!" Wukong sat up for a moment before flopping back onto the back of the lounger. "You know it, Macaque, too much has happened to just ignore it. There's a lot at stake; lives are at stake. And I keep thinking about how it's all my fault..."
"It's not..." Macaque cleared his throat "Completely... No."
Wukong shook his head. "If only there was a way he could chase away these thoughts..."
With his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, he concluded that sentence. Despite the company of the six-eared macaque, there was silent. A tense silence, one of those silences that come in the middle or after a discussion. But he didn't plan on killing it either. He just wanted to rest.
Until he felt a weight fall on his legs.
When he opened his eyes, there he was; straddling his lap and leaning his face painfully close to his. Macaque had one arm resting on his back to steady himself and the other fiddled with the open edge of his unbuttoned shirt, feeling his fingers along his bare torso. Sun Wukong gasped.
"What are you doing?!"
"I want to clear your mind."
"This is the complete opposite of clearing my mind!" Unconsciously, he placed both hands on Macaque's hips. God, that had brought back so many memories of the past...
An electric shiver ran down his spine, and Mihou let out a lewd little giggle.
"You don't seem so upset..."
Wukong ignored him, or so he tried. “There are people waiting for us in the cabin at the back; anyone could come out and see us. They might even hear us.
"Now you care about that, my king?" "He whispered bringing his lips closer to his right cheek, grinding against his crotch. Wukong tightened the grip on his hips "Did you forget how much you liked to fuck me up against a tree while the rest ate dinner in the other room?"
Wukong sighed hoarsely as Macaque pressed closer and closer to him, creating delicious friction. His mind began to cloud over, and he unconsciously began to play along, pushing him gradually with his hands. The shorter monkey moaned over him and met his eyes with a leering shadowed look.
"Let's... Let's make it quick..." Wukong said with difficulty between whimpers.
Macaque smirked as he brought both of his hands to the edge of Wukong's shorts, feeling his fingers for ground, watching the man below him slowly grow desperate. He could hear him whimpering tearfully as he begged between his breaths for attention.
"So eager..." he thought. And he untied the lace that kept his shorts from falling off.
Without underwear—as one would have assumed of him—his cock immediately bounced out of its cloth prison. Thick, erect, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. He felt a chill run through his body. Mihou stared into his eyes as he licked the palm of his right hand, his eyes penetrating his king's, who seemed too lost to care about anything other than the man on top of his legs.
He then began pumping him up and down with an uncharacteristic delicacy, paying close attention to his king's reactions. When he was doing it slowly, he would sigh and moan his name softly. When he went fast, his breath hitched, his claws dug into the skin of Macaque's hips and he bit his lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. When he played with his head—using his thumb and the tip of his forefinger—his brow furrowed and began to flatter him between sighs "you're so good..." he whispered "you're driving me crazy", "you're doing so well..." and Mihou bit his lips as he felt an electric shiver coming from his solar plexus and throbbing in his crotch. He was too weak for that kind of attention.
He wanted more. More of his reactions, more of his warmth, more of his attention.
Then he got an idea. And for that he needed to have no pants.
He raised himself up a bit over the other's body so he could take them off and kick them somewhere next to the lounger. He enjoyed the absence of an underwear, too, so his throbbing wet pussy was exposed, hit by the night breeze.
"Mac..." The king gasped as he felt the length of his dick fill with the slick emanating from the man's crotch on top of him.
Macaque moved from front to back in a gradual rhythm. His belly contracted with each of his pelvic movements, and with each electric shock that arousal caused. Wukong kept his hands on his hips, looking for more of that delicious sensation, feeling how his fur and his cock were getting wet thanks to the fluids.
"M-Macque. the king whimpered. "I need... I-I need, ngh..."
"What is it, my king?" He asked with an air of arrogance, knowing quite well what was it that he needed so bad. And maintaining that air of control over the situation when it was more than obvious that his gasps, sighs and moans were getting gradually louder.
"Please... don't be..."
"Hmm? What are you talking about?"
"Macaque..." he growled.
Mihou let out a giggle and then rose up a little on his head to slowly introduced his member. So big and thick... So hard... So needy of attention... Wukong let out a loud, husky moan as he felt the other's tightness, followed by "You're so good... So good to me." which made Macaque bite his lip.
He was so good at what he did. So good at satisfying his king.
He began, then, to ride his cock. Top to bottom, side to side, front and back. Making the great sage lose his mind. His whimpers and gasps were getting louder and louder.
But Wukong was not far behind. He put his hands on Macaque's waist and began to move him manually, caressing his back with his fingers. He brought his face closer to Mihou's, who was leaning over his and kissed him. It was a kiss so longed for in unconsciousness. He felt how the other put his mouth close to his, and how he cradled his face with his hands. It was all driving him crazy.
Macque was right. That sure had taken his mind off negative thoughts. God, and there was no better way to have done it.
Wukong separated from Macaque and brought his mouth close to his three right ears to start licking them. He traveled with his tongue from bottom to top and vice versa. Taking a groan from Macaque.
"Y-You're so good..." Wukong sighed breathlessly as he hid his face in one of the shoulders of the black monkey and dug his nails into the skin of his hips. "So warm and so tight... Ngh..."
He was close to his end, he could feel it, and he wanted to tell Macaque if it wasn't because it seemed that he had noticed it too, and he was close too. He began to give hurried sit-ups as he leaned back, held onto the sides of the lounger with one hand and stimulated himself with the other. Wukong helped him by tightening his grip on his hips and thrusting harder. Then, with a loud moan, Macaque jumped as he felt the orgasm run through his body. And, in the same way, Wukong finished as well, filling both him and Mihou with his seed.
Panting and tired, they looked at each other. Macaque's hand clinging to the back of the lounger and Wukong's looking for his hips. He had such a rosy face, his messy hair, his sweaty skin, his eyelashes so long, his beautiful eyes... He wanted to look for his mouth, lean down and kiss him. So he did, he leaned over him and...
A loud gasp behind them made Macaque immediately move as far away from Wukong as possible and straighten his back. The king, on the other hand, almost broke his neck by turning around to see who it was.
Xiaotian was behind the lounge chair against the light of the cabin behind them. He had a puzzled expression on his face.
"MK!" Wukong stammered with a nervous smile, trying to pull up his shorts. "I-I didn't hear you..."
"I wanted to know if you were ever going to come because we were leaving..." MK inhaled deeply and turned his attention to the six-eared monkey. "Hello macaque."
"Hello bud, how are you doing?" He greeted back, seemingly unconcerned. Wukong could kill him again at that moment.
"I'm doing fine... I was leaving... Ugh." He exclaimed, frowning. "We're leaving the cabin very alone, in case you wanted to know."
Then he turned and left, shaking his head multiple times.
Macaque let out a laugh that he seemed to have been holding back from the moment the boy appeared. Wukong gave him an annoyed poke on the chest.
"It's not funny"
“It was accidental. It could've been anyone."
"Well, I would've preferred it to be someone else instead of MK. God, that's fucking disgusting; It's like having sex in front of a cat. Aren't you ashamed?"
Macaque rolled his eyes. “It's not like he hasn't done the same with other people, especially DBK's kid." Macaque got up and began to fix his clothes. "Do you feel better?"
The question caught him off guard. "What?
"Do you feel better now?"
"Oh..."
He had forgotten why they started doing that from the beginning.
"Yes, thank you"
Date: June 6, 2023
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