Work Text:
“What’re you doin’?” It was a bit run together and squished but Dokja could still understand what was being said.
“Looking at you,” he replied.
Gold eyes for once were looking up at him instead of down. Warm face held between his hands with cheeks more than little squished to make a funny face. It was adorable. That little pout. Dokja ran his thumbs under pretty eyes, right beneath the maroon marks underlining them. Wukong was gorgeous.
“Thanks?” The uptilt of the word made it a question that had Dokja laughing. “What?”
“I love you.”
It wasn’t it the first time he had said it but it was so natural to roll of his tongue in this moment. Sitting on Wukong’s bed in his home with his monkey king lazing about with him. Dokja watched the magic of those words soften blond brows from the confused scrunch, brought about an adoring look that could have made gold sparkle. He really was the prettiest goddamn thing he had ever seen.
There was barely a consideration before Dokja was loosening his hold on Wukong’s face and leaning in to kiss him. Hands moving to rest on his neck instead, fingers parting for his ears and digging into those fluffy side bangs of his. The gold clasps holding part of them back had long since been taken out to leave the long strands free. He could feel them brushing against his palms when he crushed the hair to Wukong’s neck. His hair was ridiculously soft, the bunny fur. Something he hadn’t thought possible for hair until Wukong.
His tail fur wasn’t nearly as soft where the appendage moved to wrap around his left ankle. Warm but a little coarse. It didn’t make a difference to him. Dokja didn’t care that he had to bend down to kiss Wukong in this position and that it was going to hurt his back later. Not when his constellation was warm beneath him and kissing him back like nothing else mattered in the world. And to them nothing really did.
Large hands settled on his waist, bare skin on his own with an overwhelming heat like always. Wukong burned with the force of his stars. It was an almost envious warmth that Dokja soaked in every time he got the chance. Seeking it out no matter the cost. This thing between them could cause the universe to burn away and he didn’t think he had the willpower to resist. There was a magnetism to this heat that drew him in and made him never want to leave. Not until he absolutely had too.
There was no one else like him in the universe and Dokja never wanted to let him go.
“Will you join my nebula?” He asked, barely pulling away from the kiss to get the question out. Lips still brushing Wukong’s and eyes closed. “Join me?”
“I can’t.” It was a quiet refusal. “I’m…rather bound where I am.”
“If you were free,” Dokja started, lifting his head just enough to brush his nose with Wukong’s, “would you join me?”
“In a heartbeat.”
It was a confession of its own. That if Wukong could leave Emperor that he would stick by his side. Dokja wanted more than anything to find a way to set him free from his deal with the nebula and the headband but he didn’t have that kind of power. All he could do was kiss him and love him and hope that a future would exist for them.