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Macaque had a loose fitted towel wrapped delicately around his waist, hips swaying as he entered his and Wukong’s shared room. The King was still occupied in the bathroom after their shower and was busied drying his fur. Having such thick and fluffy hair proved to be a hassle for the god after they take showers together, his routine usually taking longer afterwards. Macaque used that time to his advantage however, usually getting the comfiest and warmest spot on the bed (that being Wukong’s side).
Before he cruelly occupies his partner’s spot though, he needs to dress himself. He unravels the towel from his waist, leaving his bare body exposed to the elements and being harshly reminded how cold the room was. Deciding to act as more of nuisance, Macaque stole Wukong’s color-blocked yellow and black sleeved hoodie from their closet. The guy wears this thing all the time so he has to be quite skillful in when he chooses to take it. On the brighter side, Wukong always wearing this thing means it’s extra warm, some of his own fur was lightly shedded on it. Showing evidence of its frequent use.
Macaque equipped the hoodie and immediately felt his body absorb the heat. His muscles relaxed as the soft, warm material pressed against him. The hoodie made him feel safe, in a way. He buried his nose into the hood collar and took in a breath. The scent of his partner welled up in his nose. His chest felt warm and fuzzy. Almost like a kid curling into their favorite childhood blanket.
Macaque was so engrossed in capturing his senses with Wukong’s hoodie, he barely paid notice to the god entering their room.
He barely muttered out, “Mac-“ before he caught sight of the Warrior standing right in front of their closet, wearing nothing but his hoodie, tail lazily wagging and nose stuffed into the material.
Being completely honest, Wukong was at first surprised but then quickly softened at the scene, finding Macaque’s rapt attention in his hoodie kinda adorable.
Macaque on the contrary, however, startled like a kitten at being walked in on. Cause not only did Wukong walk in on him entirely naked (albeit not really that estranged between them) more embarrassingly, he was wearing his clothing and had his tail wagging like a puppy. The sight could be mistaken for something else going on, and that set off a panic for the flighty Warrior.
The offending thief quickly scrambled to strip the hoodie off before Wukong could continue staring at him like a smug mom who successfully caught their kid in the act of stealing. Macaque mumbled out strings of ‘I’ll take it off’ and ‘I was just trying it on’. Before he could fully heave it off his head though, he felt warm hands gently tugging the hoodie back onto his torso.
When the hood was tugged back over Macaque’s head and he looked up, he was graced with the gentlest smile he’d seen from Wukong. His heart turned to mush just a little bit after seeing that, face feeling warm and flushed.
“You can keep it on. I like seeing you wear my stuff,” Wukong spoke softly as he fixed the uneven hoodie collar around Macaque’s shoulders.
Now Macaque’s heart turned to mush even more with Wukong’s gentle tampering, feeling the warmth seep into his skin as his hands worked out any wrinkles or uneven folds. After readjusting the hoodie covering his partner’s body, Wukong pulled in Macaque for a firm hug.
“Besides, it lets everyone know you’re my partner,” the King mumbled as he nuzzled his face in Macaque’s hair.
Any tension that may have previously built in the Warrior’s muscles have now released as he hugged Wukong back, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist.
“Wow, never clocked you as the possessive type, your Majesty ,” Macaque teased in the King’s collarbones.
Moving to rest his chin on his partner’s head, Wukong let out a soft chuckle. “I’m not usually. I just really like seeing you in my clothes, you look nice.”
Now Macaque completely melted. Usually he’d quip back with something to keep up the playful mood, but he totally succumbed to his partner’s tender words. He hugged him a little tighter and his tailed wagged a little harder. A soft little purr even emitted from his chest mixed with a few trills here and there as he breathed in the scent of his lover and absorbed his ever giving body heat. Neither of them even realized they were just silently standing for a couple minutes right in the middle of the room until Wukong got the urge to cuddle up with Macaque.
Without even bothering to ask, the God swept up the still purring Shadow and broke him from his little trance and cradled him in his arms. Macaque’s mouth gaped to question what he was doing before he realized where he was being carried, feeling the abrupt bump as the King plopped himself right in the middle of the bed. Blankets and pillows were strewn about the surface from their previous nest.
Wukong grabbed a few of the near blankets and tucked them around where the two of them lay using one arm, the other still being used to hold up the Shadow. After assembling a mini nest for them to cuddle in, the powerful god turned to his partner and gave the softest smile ever.
Macaque would be damned if he didn’t return it. That stupid dumb smile. No one else could smile at him like this and have him turn into a little puddle. He has no idea what Wukong did to him all those thousands of years ago to have him so utterly infatuated with him, but he can tell this feeling will never quell. And honestly, he’s not that upset about it.
They both settled down, Macaque curled on top of Wukong, comfortably wrapped in his arms. Their breaths evened out and their tails lazily wrapped around each other.
Both of them succumbed to the whims of sleep, safe in each other’s hold.