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the grip of macaque’s hands tightened against wukong’s as she had the ginger pinned to the sofa. most of the position was joined by macaque leaning in to kiss wukong before pulling away at the last second to catch the frustrated blush on wukong’s embarrassed face.
now wukong lay beneath her, defeated, too doubtful of trusting macaque to lean in for a kiss fully. macaque smiled down at her, admiring the way her face flushed or eyes glowed in comparison to the dojo’s darkness. macaque narrowed her eyes on wukong’s piercing red eyes, then her nose, then her lips. with some concluding contemplation, macaque decided to amend her teasing by leaning in fully, finally connecting her lips with wukong’s. wukong gasped at the kiss but inevitably melted into it, fingers pinching and clawing macaque’s as she urged to move her hands into macaque’s hair or along her neck or cheeks—anything.
macaque drew back for a moment, observing the way wukong attempted to move with her for a moment before fluttering her eyes open and leaning her head back, humiliated.
“how do you always manage to get me like this?” wukong whispered quietly, turning her head to the side to avoid looking at macaque’s smug smirk.
“get you like what?” macaque ushered on curiously, even though she knew fully exactly what wukong was trying to say. macaque bit back her smile as wukong glared intensely. she, too, could see through macaque’s teasing bluffs that were used solely for the sake of driving wukong to the edge.
“you know what,” wukong hissed impatiently, unable to avoid staring at macaque’s smile and her lips, unable to avoid thinking of placing them on her own passionately. she wanted the roles to be reversed, she wanted macaque to understand the embarrassment while also being lavished with the same minimal affection that she was providing wukong with.
macaque leaned in again, merely an inch or two away from wukong’s face, and only progressing closer with the second. macaque hovered her lips barely above wukong’s—she could practically feel the skin on wukong’s lips. it began becoming harder for macaque herself to resist the urge to kiss wukong, to do anything with her that could possibly deliver forms of love between them. “do i know, though?”
wukong sucked in a breath, the heat of macaque's breath inescapable against her skin. she lifted her head a bit to avoid the sensations she was being given by it, though she was immediately disturbed by the feeling of small pecks against her neck. “macaque,” wukong spoke quietly.
“what is it, sunshine?” macaque lifted herself up, intently staring at wukong again. the reaction of wukong’s face flaring up from the unexpected cheesy nickname enamores the shadow monkey.
“tsk, enough of that,” wukong retorted with embarrassment. wukong’s eyes wandered nervously as she contemplated how to say what she wanted to say. “you know what it is.”
“yet another impossibly subtle hint at your feelings? the great sage, equal to heaven, responsible for the havoc in heaven and theft of my heart, is struggling to say what she wants?” macaque loosened the grip on wukong’s hands. any slight movement or loosening on wukong could ultimately lead to wukong taking advantage of the moment and trying to bite back at macaque for the constant teasing macaque had been doing.
wukong scoffed, brows furrowed with frustration at the pleased female. “you are such a pain in the ass, you know?” wukong resisted macaque’s pressure of her weight trying to force wukong’s down, hands trembling as she pushed macaque’s hands up. “always so slick with getting what you want even at the stake of others.” wukong let go of macaque’s hands and let her fall on wukong before wukong turned her over and straddled her waist.
“am i though? what if this is what i wanted?” macaque insisted with her unmoving smirk. wukong growled irritatedly before grasping onto macaque’s crimson scarf and tugging her upwards. wukong’s nose brushed against macaque’s as she stared at the six-eared female. macaque raised a brow suggestively. “what happened to that touch-deprived attitude? suddenly not in the mood for kisses?”
“hmh,” wukong grumbled before tilting her head to the side and kissing macaque’s cheek, progressing downwards and leaving a trail of gentle kisses along her jaw. she listened closely as macaque inhaled between gritted teeth. wukong nudged against macaque’s chin, gesturing to her to lift it, to which macaque abided.
wukong followed macaque back down against the cushions, undoing her scarf in the process. she dropped the cloth onto the ground beneath the sofa. wukong eyed the scars for a moment, caressing the tip of her thumb against it. “who even did all of these to you?” she asked quietly.
“funny you asked,” macaque enlightened. “i’m pretty sure you’re responsible for most of them, wukong.” she guided her free hands onto wukong’s waist and hesitantly moved them down. she paused for a moment, biting her lip.
“i would have never guessed. you make the ugliest scars seem so beautiful.” wukong rested her hands on macaque’s and guided them down with a reassuring close-lipped smile. macaque’s face flushed at the intimacy of the touch; she knew wukong was okay with it, but it still felt so wrong. wukong leaned in again, lifting her chin. “for someone who can boldly flirt as much as you do, you’re so shy to touch. it’s cute.”
“wukong,” macaque seethed, unable to hide the darkening of her face. wukong traced her finger along macaque’s lip. every moment she made drove macaque insane. she squeezed her hands instinctively, which were originally resting on wukong’s thighs. she choked on a breath, quickly moving her hands from wukong’s legs.
“macaque,” wukong teased with a delighted grin. she giggled at macaque’s skittering movements. wukong took macaque’s hand and guided her palm to her lips, planting small kisses along macaque’s skin. “i promise, i’m okay with you touching me,” she reassured after showering macaque with kisses, now holding macaque’s hand against her cheek.
macaque merely admired her, and softened into the touch against her cheek. she grazed her thumb against her cheek. “you’re beautiful,” she suggested without any second thought or hesitation. and she meant it. wukong’s face flared up as her eyes widened.
wukong laughed dryly, an awkward side-leaning smile on her face. macaque placed her hands along wukong’s waist again, softly tugging her against macaque. she nuzzled against wukong’s neck, continuing with her affirmations. “come on, say it with me,” macaque encouraged.
“mmm, macaque…” wukong whispered unsurely. she fiddled her fingers through strands of macaque’s hair as she continued to briskly kiss again wukong. “hmmfh,” she grumbled, uncomfortable with the idea of self lavishing, but worried about what other validation macaque would give.
“c’mon, you can do it,” macaque comforted, moving to eye level with the flushed ginger yet again. “you’re beautiful, say it.” she smoothed loose strands of wukong’s curly hair through her fingers, exposing her plump cheeks and pointy ears.
wukong glanced to the side. “i’m… hmmmph,” she inevitably failed to speak. she covered her face with her hands, but macaque only moved them away, the same soft eye staring at her with nothing short of love. “i’m beautiful.” wukong’s voice was barely coherent mumbles that sounded more quiet than the tranquil silence surrounding them.
“what was that? you’re gonna have to be a little louder, wukong,” macaque soothed with a cheeky smile. wukong stared flustered, eyes wide with her overwhelming embarrassment. wukong grumbled some more, avoiding eye contact, even though it was hard to avoid with macaque’s touch on both sides and glistening eye bright in front of her view.
“i’m… i’m beautiful,” wukong finally said, still quiet, but more confident with her tone. macaque grinned, her snaggletooth catching wukong’s attention more than her other sharp teeth. wukong couldn’t help but reciprocate the smile.
“yes, you are,” macaque confirmed as she covered wukong’s face with little kisses, laughing with wukong’s contagious giggles. “you are so, so beautiful.”
“what about you? are you aware of your beauty as the moon’s equal, mac?” wukong inquired as she clasped macaque’s own face in her hands. they simply cradled each other, as if the world were theirs to keep.
the moon and the sun couldn’t seem to pull their eyes away from each other, and the earth wasn’t there to intervene. macaque admired the way wukong glowed—or maybe she just glowed in macaque’s eyes; either way, she couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the gorgeous figure in front of him.
wukong tucked some of macaque’s hair behind her ears, eyes lowered as she scanned macaque’s face. “it’s your turn. should we say it together?” wukong teased the female as she scooted closer to macaque, still straddling her legs.
macaque glanced at wukong’s face as it inched impossibly closer. she moved her hands down from wukong’s cheeks, following along her arms and back on her thighs. wukong still stared expectantly. “what are you?”
“i don’t know,” macaque whispered. she felt an unexpected rising of shame in her chest. wukong guided macaque’s attention back onto her.
“well, for starters,” wukong began as she looked macaque up and down, “you’re practically the equivalent of a goddess. in all forms.” wukong winked, evoking a flared up reaction from the six eared monkey. macaque gawked at wukong, speechless from her mischievous compliments and flattery.
“you’re so strong and powerful,” wukong continued as she observed macaque’s tissue-filled scars. “my only equal opponent in battle, and by far, the only person who has been able to take me.”
macaque gasped. “wukong! stop making jokes like that!” she fussed, face incomprehensibly dark and flustered. wukong snickered.
“i didn’t say anything. i’m talking about fights, obviously.” wukong presented an innocent smile, earning a glare from macaque. “anyway, you’re observant and a great listener—even without the excelling hearing.” wukong delicately brushed his index finger against the fur of macaque’s trichromatic ears, adoring the way they flinched a little at the touch.
“lastly,” wukong spoke after a moment, “you’re a warrior. my warrior, my everything.” wukong kissed macaque’s nose, quickly beginning to continue kissing him all over his face.
macaque sheepishly laughed. “okay, wukong.” she beamed at wukong’s affection. “you’re such a loser, y’know that?” she admired the dorky smile on wukong’s face, and admired her glimmering red eyes.
“it takes one to know one,” wukong retorted with a wink. “even though you’re pretty irresistible for a loser.” wukong nudged macaque back against the cushion and lay over her, bodies pressed against each other as wukong began to kiss macaque again. this time, they were undisturbed by words, only the unspoken competition of who could keep it going longest—a typical contest they’d participate in every time they’d squeeze these small meetups into parts of their day when they weren’t training with MK or hanging around with themselves.
shit. training. wukong rose again. “i’m supposed to have training with the kid today!” she strained between gritted teeth. macaque remained unfazed; in fact, a small smirk appeared on her face.
“already covered,” macaque reassured as she snatched wukong’s phone with her tail and showed her a screen of wukong and MK’s messages, where three new messages that wukong had not sent were. she squinted at them.
‘hey kiddo! i’m a bit busy so we may not be able to train again’ said the first message, sent from monkey king’s side.
‘okay! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b’ MK had responded. shortly after, MK had asked macaque to train with him, to which macaque informed him to go to the dojo for training.
“wait, he’s coming here?” wukong squawked, alarmed by the unexpected news. “when?” wukong peered at the time on the phone before setting it down.
“five minutes,” macaque added shortly. wukong glanced at the turned off phone before shifting her gaze back over to macaque, who was smiling knowingly.
“alright, we’ve got five minutes,” wukong punctuated quickly before leaning back into macaque and grazing her lips against macaque’s.
“wouldn’t that mean no time for your teasing, wukong?” macaque spoke through breaths, anxious to simply kiss the vengeful ginger. “aren’t you being hypocritical?”
“hmm, wouldn’t that make you more hypocritical then? you act as though you yourself didn’t indulge yourself in my reactions and embarrassment.” wukong glanced at macaque’s lips again before connecting their eye contacts.
“wukong,” macaque grumbled impatiently, growing more desperate with each internal clock tick in her head. wukong hummed a bit, urging macaque more and more with her painfully slow movements. tired and eager for more affection, she accepted defeat and initiated a kiss. wukong smiled smugly into the kiss, happily accepting a victory over their small little competition but also happily granting macaque what she wanted.
macaque’s fingers ran through wukong’s curly hair, which, for once, was not knotted or tangled as macaque stroked the orange locks. she gripped onto patches of wukong’s hair as their movements grew more passionate and rushed, like that of a college couple making out in a 7-minutes in heaven session.
suddenly the lights of the dojo flicked on, a whooshing sound erupting from each turned on lightbulb. wukong leapt up from the sofa instinctively, immediately shooting her head macaque’s way. “you said we had 5 minutes!” she whisper-yelled.
“well i guess he decided to come early!” macaque whisper-fussed back, rising from the sofa. she snatched her scarf from off the ground and quickly wrapped it around her scarred neck. wukong grimaced at the sight.
“you look atrocious. come here, let me do it.” she notiones macaque over and removed her crimson scarf yet again when macaque walked over. she took both ends and tied them in front of macaque’s collarbone, letting them dangle. “much better.” wukong planted a quick peck on the back of macaque’s neck before retracting completely.
“wukong!” macaque gasped, flipping around. “oh my god, you… get out of here! i gotta train since your lazy ass isn’t!” she ushered wukong away, though MK stepped into the room just as macaque began shoving the ginger out the room.
“um… am i interrupting something?” MK posed suspiciously and leaned over, eyeing the two mystic monkeys.
“no! i just had a… um. pre-training fight session. yes.” macaque cleared her throat.
MK sighed and decided to drop the subject, even though that meant yet again pretending he didn’t understand why the mystic monkeys were having their third “pre-fighting session” that week.