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Wukong let out a high sigh as he entered his humble hut. He’d just finished up training with MK and was looking forward to spending the rest of his day collapsed on his couch.
Today had been unbearably hot. Usually the summer air was warm and manageable, but today it had decided to be humid and muggy. MK had asked for them to skip training, as somehow the mountain was even more hot than the city was, but Wukong had refused, even if it had been a tempting suggestion. They couldn’t just sit around when it was uncomfortable out, no matter how the enchanted coolness of Wukong’s hut called to them…
So they had trained, and they had sweated, and Wukong only regretted it a lot. He loved training with the kid, loved seeing how he’s grown and what he yet has to learn, but he apparently hated sweating through his fur and clothes way more.
He knew he smelled especially ripe too, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, especially as he saw his beloved couch waiting for him. His muscles already felt sluggish as he stripped to just his shirt and pants, and the second he fell into the welcome embrace of his couch, the last thing they wanted to do was continue moving to get him to the hot springs. The kid was really making him work recently; it made him insanely proud, but he almost missed when MK couldn’t keep up with Wukong without him severely holding back. Ah well, it was the price of being the awesome mentor to an even more awesome kid.
Besides, the idea of bathing in the warm water with this damn sun piercing into him, warming the waters even further, didn’t exactly sound like a fun idea. He’d be surprised if the waters weren’t boiling already.
He could live being smelly and clammy for a little longer. The cool air was relaxing him, and maneuvering around on the couch to be on his back, legs thrown open (one off the edge and the other up and over the back) and arms bent above his head, didn’t help much with his need to be clean. Even if the odor emanating from his body became even more smellable now that he was spread open. Heavens, he could even smell his crotch from here!
Ah, well. It’s not like he was expecting any more company today anyway, he could wait to clean until later…
“Another lazy day for the Monkey King, eh?”
Wukong startled and nearly fell off the couch at the echoy sound of Macaque’s voice intruding on the quiet. His head whipped toward the sound and he saw the other monkey standing in the corner, looking down at Wukong with amusement.
Wukong scoffed and relaxed back down before shooting back, “Another day being a creep and sneaking into people’s homes when they don’t expect it for the Six-Eared Macaque, eh?”
“You know me, I love sneaking around to cause some mischief.”
Wukong breathed a quiet laugh and let his eyes shut as he returned to his position of spread legs and bent-back arms. His body still needed to breathe; if Macaque had a problem with it, he could leave.
“And what mischief is on the agenda today?” Wukong asked.
Macaque began to step forward, his steps light but still audible, as he said, “Oh, you know, I thought maybe you and I could—”
The steps stopped abruptly as Macaque took in a quick, surprised breath. Wukong was unconcerned by this as he considered Macaque’s request.
“Ah, I see,” Wukong laughed, eyes still shut. “Well, listen, you happened to catch me right after the kid’s training, and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning up yet, so I may have to take a rain—”
The familiar, cool slide of shadows wrapping around his wrists and ankles startled Wukong, and when he opened his eyes in alarm, he saw Macaque standing over him, face flushed and eyes dilated.
“What—”
Macaque didn’t wait for Wukong’s question as he continued his descent until his face nestled in the space between Wukong’s legs.
Wukong’s face was already blooming pink at the abruptness, but when he heard and felt the loud, long inhale, red exploded upon Wukong’s cheeks.
“Wh-Wh-What do you think you’re doing?!” Wukong exclaimed, arms and legs straining against his shadowy bonds and barely moving an inch.
Macaque groaned once he finished breathing in, his eyes rolled back in his head. He chuckled breathlessly and blinked his eyes back to look at Wukong, a large grin stretching his cheeks.
“You smell so good , Peaches…” he murmured before shoving his face further into Wukong’s crotch. His nose pressed deliciously against Wukong’s clothed clit, and Wukong’s hips ground instinctively up against Macaque’s face as Macaque continued to breathe in his stench.
“No, I don’t!” Wukong argued, embarrassment swirling in his gut. He was much too aware of his smell now, and the fact that Macaque was apparently into this had him all tingly and wired. “I’ve been working out for over an hour in the worst heat wave we’ve had in years!”
“I know,” Macaque panted. “All the sweat and heat has brought out your natural scent and mixed together in such a delicious way. It’s like a ripe fruit left out in the sun, and I can’t get enough. ”
“Why are you always so weird?” Wukong whined.
Macaque laughed. “Why do you always indulge me?”
Wukong could not think of an answer, and Macaque went back to his indulgence.
The room was filled with the sounds of Macaque’s loud breathing and Wukong’s quiet whines. The poor king could only squirm underneath his companion as Macaque nuzzled deeply against Wukong’s crotch. His legs trembled, and his hips kept jerking up when Macaque’s nose dragged firmly against his clit; he had half a mind to think the bastard was doing it on purpose.
He couldn't help the quiet pants that escaped him the longer this continued. His lower half tingled and buzzed, and he had to consciously keep himself from rolling his hips rhythmically into Macaque's face. He'd never live that down…
He hated to admit how into this he was getting. Wukong had never had someone so into him, they even got off on his scent like this. It was deliciously humiliating, and arousal had been stirring low in his gut since the moment Macaque first breathed in.
Suddenly, the sensation against his clothed pussy changed; instead of pointed cartilage and warm breath, it felt as if something had wrapped around most of his crotch and warmed it directly.
Confused, Wukong opened his eyes and tipped his head back down, just in time to see Macaque begin to suck on the crotch of Wukong’s pants, pressed close to his skin.
Wukong shrieked at the tight pressure on his cunt and bucked hard into Macaque’s face. Quickly, shadows wrapped around his waist and kept him down against the couch, and his hips could only jolt weakly into Macaque’s mouth as it gave measured, harsh sucks.
“Wh-What are you doing now?” Wukong breathlessly asked.
Macaque gave a long, hard suck that had Wukong whining, before pulling back just a little to say, “Tasting. Your sweat and slick have seeped into the fabric, and it's flavor is delicious! Bitter and salty, but mixed with your delectable scent, it brings me such ecstasy. Everything about you turns me on so much.” Macaque hummed and his eyes gleamed up at Wukong. “You’ve nothing under these pants, do you, my king?”
Wukong squirmed, face so hot and red, you’d have thought he’d gotten sunburned. “Wh-What of it?”
Macaque sighed dreamily. “If only you’d worn undergarments, the taste would be so much more potent. Cotton pressed tight against your delicious cunt, soaking up the sweat and slick and even lingering urine for hours as you worked your body to exhaustion. Oh, and if it had been silk! Do me that favor next time, won’t you?”
“You’re disgusting,” Wukong growled.
Macaque hummed again. “Then kick me away, my liege. We both know these restraints mean nothing to you.”
Wukong grumbled under his breath and Macaque’s eyes gleamed before he dove back in, sucking the sweet, bitter nectar from the fabric. Wukong just tilted his head back, not wanting to watch the pleasured look upon Macaque’s face as he drank Wukong’s sweat and slick.
While the intensity of Macaque’s suction was dimmed due to the fabric trapped between Macaque’s hot mouth and Wukong’s now-awake pussy, the pressure of the rough fabric sliding and being sucked against it, as well as Macaque’s hot breath warming him with every exhale, more than made up for it.
He couldn’t help the tiny grinds he did up against Macaque’s mouth, as much as he could with his torso restrained. At first, he dug his fangs into his bottom lip to hide the heaviness in his breath, but breathing through his nose was just as loud, so eventually he allowed his mouth to fall open. His breaths aligned with Macaque’s suction and slurping, and it wasn’t long before low groans and surprised moans joined the mix.
It felt good, as much as he hated to admit it, but it wasn’t enough. The pressure against his cunt was delicious, but he needed more if he was going to even get close to that peak he so desperately craved. For a while, he was waiting for Macaque to tire of his meal and get on with it, because he’d long since seen Macaque’s hand down his pants, clearly stroking himself, but after several minutes of just this, he began to despair that Macaque wouldn’t move on.
A whimper escaped him unbidden and Macaque’s eyes focused up on him again. Wukong hated the way arousal struck through his gut at the sight of Macaque looking up at him from between his legs, curled grin barely visible below his glowing eyes. The wet patch from Macaque’s saliva soaking into his pants didn’t make it better.
Macaque licked his lips and nuzzled into the leg thrown up over the back of the couch before purring, “Is there something you want?”
Wukong growled, glaring down at him. Damn monkey was going to make him ask, wasn’t he!
“Wukong~”
“Quit being selfish,” Wukong hissed.
Macaque’s grin widened. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Asshole,” Wukong snapped. He bucked his hips, straining against the shadow bonds, and brushed his clothed cunt against Macaque’s chin. “Fuckin’, take these off already and eat me for real.”
Macaque hummed, delighted. “Oh, was that all?” Shadows swooped up and covered Wukong’s legs, and as they receded, they pulled Wukong’s pants away with them, revealing Wukong’s puffy, red, weeping pussy with his erect clit twitching and begging for attention. “There. Was that so hard?”
“With you, everything is hard,” Wukong grumbled.
Macaque hummed again before reaching down and flicking Wukong’s clit. “I’ll say.”
Wukong gasped and his hips bucked at the direct touch. “Macaque—”
But Macaque was already descending upon Wukong again, tongue gliding quickly through his folds. In unison, the monkeys moaned, Wukong’s head falling back and Macaque’s eyes rolling into his head.
Macaque gave a long suck to Wukong’s core, slurping in as much slick as he could, before pulling back with a wet smack to groan, “It’s unreal how good you taste! Never, ever shower again, I don’t think I could take it.”
“As–haah, as if!” Wukong gasped. “Y–You’re the onlyyy one in the world who likes this!”
“Good,” Macaque growled before landing a sharp bite into Wukong’s inner thigh, making him cry out. “No one else gets to have this.”
“Less talky, more sucky,” Wukong said, ignoring the hot flash of arousal that rushed through him at Macaque’s possessiveness.
Macaque obliged, eager to get the taste back on his tongue. He ate like a starved man, one who had tasted the nectar of the gods and would settle for nothing less. Wukong couldn’t recall experiencing a similar fervor from Macaque before today, and he didn’t know how he should feel about that.
Macaque’s fingers parted Wukong’s lower lips before continuing to flick his tongue through those puffy inner lips. He loved the way Wukong throbbed against him, releasing a steady stream of slick and seemingly only growing more and more delicious smelling. He hoped the stench would linger after they’d finish, that every time Wukong lingered in this area, he wouldn’t be able to stop smelling his own sweaty arousal. He could envision Wukong masturbating here, his strong legs spread as he desperately fingered himself and only added to the growing, powerful musk. Macaque hoped when he came back the next time that he’d still be able to smell this…
Macaque shifted his tongue down and prodded the pointed tip against Wukong’s entrance. Wukong ground his hips down, trying to coax Macaque’s tongue inside, and Macaque knew better than to keep his pretty king waiting. Instead of thrusting inside, Macaque simply poured magic into his tongue and lengthened it, and he stared with laser focus as his appendage broke through.
As always, the taste was immaculate, and the smell that lingered around them only made Macaque hornier, more desperate. His breaths came out heavy upon Wukong's hot cunt, and he delighted in seeing the sensitive flesh twitch and shudder with every exhale. Wukong’s hips continued to jolt down onto his tongue, adorable little noises escaping his king's open mouth as it grew and grew.
When Macaque hit a wall, he stopped. He pressed his face as close as he could to Wukong’s crotch, making sure his nose was firmly against Wukong’s clit, and he glanced up to watch Wukong’s face as he began to shift and swirl his tongue around.
“Fuck…!” Wukong cried, eyes squeezed shut as his hands strained against the bonds. His face was all scrunched up with pleasure, brow furrowed, teeth clenched, and a thin line of drool trailing down his face. His hips jolted more desperately into Macaque’s face, practically grinding his clit into Macaque’s nose. He looked utterly adorable.
Macaque lived for the effect he had on Wukong and moved his tongue with fervor, wanting to taste yet again as Wukong fell apart on his tongue.
Wukong twisted and jerked upon the couch, straining hard against his bindings, though Macaque could tell he was still holding back. He loved when Macaque pinned him like this, keeping him bound and spread and vulnerable. He talked such a big game about Macaque being disgusting, and yet, here he was, letting Macaque be disgusting to him. He wondered how long it would take for Wukong to finally open himself up to the possibility that he was disgusting too.
Ah, whatever. Macaque could be patient if he wanted to be.
Macaque’s tongue invaded all corners and crevices within Wukong’s cunt. There wasn’t a curve or divet that was left unexplored and untasted. Wukong writhed under Macaque, letting such beautiful noises enter Macaque’s flared ears. He jerked with every harsh breath breathed upon his clit and his body followed the swirl of Macaque’s tongue as it worked its chaotic dance within him.
“Shit, fuck, it’s–it’s not fffair how good you are at this!” Wukong swore before throwing his head back with a heavy thunk against the couch.
Macaque considered pulling away to respond, but that would pull Wukong further from the edge, and Macaque really wanted to finally feel this delicious clench around his cock. Instead, he maneuvered his tongue toward Wukong’s g-spot and began to lap at it incessantly. At the same time, he rocked his head forward and away, not only causing a slight thrusting of his tongue, but also a push and release of pressure against Wukong’s clit. Finally, he continued his quick, harsh breathing out through his nose when he was pressed firmly to Wukong’s clit.
If there was anything he was an expert in, it was Wukong’s body and how to bring it to that perfect, addicting peak.
Wukong’s walls throbbed harshly around Macaque’s tongue, and his voice was singing a beautiful symphony that practically echoed through the small hut. Macaque knew Wukong was drawing close, was simply a few steps away from that wonderful peak, and it turned him on so much to be the only one able to bring Wukong to such a point. Macaque was wrapped up in Wukong’s scent and sound and warmth. The only thing that would make it better was—
“Ffffuck, Macaque, Macaque, ohh, Macaque!”
Ah~ his king was calling his name! Who knew the Monkey King could be so generous?
Wukong’s grinding was becoming erratic, his whole body rolling into Macaque’s face as his moans increased in pitch. Macaque matched Wukong’s excitement, furiously eating Wukong out and staring intently at Wukong’s face to see the moment he fell.
“Ohhh, Mac Mac Mac Mac Mac Mac Mac!!!” Wukong screamed before his cunt spasmed and the cord within him snapped. The shadows binding his torso dissipated as he thrust his hips up, forcing Macaque upward with them. His whole body trembled as he held himself up, still in the throes of his violent orgasm. Through it all, Macaque enthusiastically licked and sucked and drank, eyes wide to not miss a single moment of his king’s beauty.
Several seconds passed with Wukong’s high, loud moans dwindling in intensity, and still Macaque ate. Wukong’s hips fell down and Macaque followed. Wukong’s eyes were rolled back in his head, his mouth open and his tongue ever so slightly out as he panted and moaned. Macaque could never get over how beautiful he looked in the throes of ecstasy.
He worked Wukong through the remainder of his orgasm, his long, thick tongue shifting and curling through Wukong’s channel as he breathed harshly through his nose still pushed against Wukong’s clit. Only when Wukong went limp, his moans quiet, gasping things, did Macaque finally slide his tongue out.
He was quick to pull his tongue in and swallow, letting out a satisfied sigh at the taste upon his tongue. It was more slick than sweat, but Wukong always tasted delicious to him. He savored as the flavor lingered on his tongue for several moments before finally tipping his head down to gaze upon his king.
Spread wide, with his legs, stomach, and pussy quivering from the pleasure and aftershocks, his head turned into one of his arms to hide his blushing face, Wukong looked utterly delectable. His chest heaved with his breathing, and his eyes were squeezed shut, still so embarrassed. Macaque was obsessed.
His cock was so hard it hurt. He had been playing with himself for a while, but more to tide him over until he came to the real prize.
Shadows climbed up Macaque's body and stripped him of his clothes. His cock bounced against his stomach as he bent down and grabbed hold of the leg bent over the back of the couch in one arm. He pushed on Wukong’s leg as he lowered himself down, bending it up to keep Wukong wide open for him. Wukong glanced up at him, a flash of confusion in his eyes, before Macaque maneuvered his cock to press against Wukong’s pussy.
His throbbing head met Wukong’s shuddering entrance, still recovering from his orgasm, and Wukong gasped. Macaque grinned, toothy and wide, and purred, “I’ll never grow tired of this.”
He pushed in. Both monkeys groaned in unison, Wukong’s brow pinching in some discomfort from how his channel had tightened from his orgasm. Macaque didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed, and then they laid there together, panting and gasping.
“Fuck, fuck…” Wukong muttered as he turned his head away.
Macaque laughed, breathless. “This suddenly too much for you?”
“Shut up.” Wukong flashed him a glare and bared his teeth.
Macaque laughed again before turning his attention to a different prize. He leaned his face down, to which Wukong responded by offering his neck, but that wasn’t Macaque’s destination. Instead of sinking his teeth into the tragically unblemished flesh of the Monkey King’s throat, Macaque pressed his mouth and nose into Wukong’s sweat-stained armpit.
Wukong had only a second to react with his predictable shock before Macaque began to suck at the fabric and the skin underneath. At the same time, he began to rut into Wukong’s deliciously tight pussy.
The friction inside and Macaque's rough bush caressing his clit with every thrust caused Wukong to moan even as he further buried his face in his arm, away from Macaque lapping and sucking at his sweat. He couldn’t escape the feeling, nor could he escape his own pungent stench, only bringing himself closer to it as he turned away.
“Ag–Again?” Wukong gasped. “Still–Still not satisf–fied?”
Macaque bit into the curve of Wukong’s armpit, where it began to morph into breast fat, and Wukong cried out. He pulled away after a moment, hips still giving short, quick thrusts, and hummed, “You should know by now, Peaches. I’m insatiable.”
Shadows fell over Wukong’s torso and when they pulled away, his shirt was gone. Immediately, Macaque was back in his armpit, his warm, wet tongue sliding all along the sweat-stained skin and fur and heavily breathing the smell in.
Wukong couldn’t help the giggles that spilled from his mouth between pants and moans. His armpits weren’t especially sensitive, but anyone would be tickled by a tongue flicking along and lapping there like a child greedily consuming a sweet treat.
Macaque grinned, and his other hand came up to grope at Wukong’s breast. “Beautiful as always, Peaches…”
“Don't say that now,” Wukong complained.
Macaque only laughed and returned to his licking. He seemed unbothered by the thick fur that covered Wukong's armpit, even occasionally taking in sections of it for him to suck on. When he did, Wukong could feel the way the hair pulled against his pores, adding a sharp sting that contrasted deliciously with the friction in his cunt. He was being pulled in several directions, pleasure and disgust and pain, and he couldn't believe how much it was working for him.
Macaque dragged his tongue away from Wukong's armpit and over the fur-less expanse of Wukong's chest. For a moment, Wukong thought he was heading for his nipples—you know, something normal to do during sex—but Macaque swirled his tongue around all the available skin he could. Wukong knew he was lapping at the dried sweat upon Wukong's skin, and it caused him to squirm even more. The warm, soft muscle just heated him up more, even as it dragged along less-sensitive flesh.
Macaque's tongue delved to the underside of Wukong's breast. His hand grabbed the fat organ and lifted it so no patch of skin was left unexplored, and when it was covered in saliva, Macaque simply pressed his mouth down and sucked. He was thorough in his quest to drink Wukong's sweat, and Wukong knew from the intensity that Macaque would leave marks at every point he sucked at. They wouldn't stay for long, as Wukong's healing factor was too quick for that, but the idea of his whole chest being marked up in small, purple-black bruises was incredibly attractive to both parties.
All the while, Macaque's hips rolled into Wukong's. The wet schlick of Wukong's cunt couldn't cover the sounds of Macaque's mouth, and in fact combined into a, frankly, horrific audio that Wukong couldn't help getting into. As he stared off to the side as Macaque did as he pleased, the wet mouth and cunt sounds along with Macaque's heavy breathing and groans only added to his pleasure. His pussy was singing with Macaque's hot length rutting into him like a dog and his skin tingled as Macaque's tongue dragged against him, and knowing from his panting and groaning that Macaque was so turned on made Wukong feel utterly desired and hot.
His own moans were ramping up, going from quiet sounds mixed with his panting to loud, gasping things that had Macaque's ears twitching and flaring. His hips were grinding up into Macaque's thrusts as much as they could, and embarrassingly, Wukong only just noticed how his tail had wrapped tightly around Macaque's.
Macaque's hips began to stutter, and he pressed his cheek to Wukong's breast, tongue still out and against Wukong's skin.
“Fuck, Wukong, fuck, fuck,” Macaque groaned, fluttering eyes rolled back in his head. His hand held Wukong's breast in a tight vice, lifting the supple fat so his tongue could press to more of its surface.
Wukong didn't respond, too busy processing his own pleasure. The slurred praise and calls of his name only added to the heat growing in his gut, and he tipped his head back, allowing his moans to grow in volume.
Macaque's cock was pulsating within him, and his thrusts were becoming more erratic and forceful. Wukong felt as if he was just along for the ride as Macaque chased his climax, his body half-limp and spent; the work-out from before seemed to finally catch up with him.
Finally, Macaque gave his last three thrusts—brutal, long drags—before he emptied into Wukong with a long groan and a harsh shudder. Wukong felt as Macaque's cum began spurting into him, filling him to the brim just like he liked, and let out a high moan in response. His eyes rolled back, he arched his back, and he quickly followed Macaque off the precipice of pleasure.
After several seconds of ecstasy, Wukong collapsed onto the couch again, Macaque weighing heavily on him. Both monkeys trembled as they came down from their highs. Macaque snuggled deeper into Wukong's chest, leaving gentle kisses and nips upon his flesh. He also began to gently roll his hips into Wukong's again, telling the king he was probably going to try for another round once they'd calm down a little more; something Wukong would let him do so long as it meant Wukong didn't have to move much… In the meantime, Wukong would hold Macaque if his arms weren't still restrained. He supposed he could break free to do so, but that was effort, which sounded incredibly unappealing at the moment.
Macaque's biting and kissing was increasing slowly in intensity. The hand gripping Wukong's breast began to grope it, and Macaque groaned, “Mm, you feel so good, Peaches…”
Wukong swallowed heavily. “I know.”
“Taste so good, smell so good…”
“Hmm, I know…”
Macaque continued to reverently kiss and drag his teeth against Wukong's breasts. Wukong yearned to run his fingers through Macaque's wild mane, but the allure (and plausible deniability) of bandage was too strong still.
To his surprise, Macaque began to move down Wukong's body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as he went. His cock slid free from Wukong's cunt, and Wukong shuddered as he felt Macaque's cum began to seep out of him.
Wukong tilted his head down to look at Macaque and murmured, “What're you—”
By then, Macaque had made it to Wukong's crotch and had nuzzled his head to Wukong's thigh, his face positioned right next to Wukong's cunt. And then he began to purposefully inhale.
Exasperation burst inside Wukong and he threw his head back as he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. His gut burned with embarrassment, but he was more amazed that of everything to do with Wukong's used pussy, Macaque just wanted to smell it.
“Ah, somehow it's even more potent!” Macaque praised. “You smell like pure sex and it's driving me crazy…”
“How about you just get to huffing and stop describing it, hm?” Wukong bit back. He always liked being praised, but being told he smelled so good specifically there and right after sweating for an hour and being creampied just took it to a more humiliating level. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to it (and believe him, he knew Macaque would want to do this again.)
(And Wukong would let him, both because he indulged Macaque and because he seemed to be into this as well.)
“Awe, don't you like my commentary? I thought you liked when I praised you!” Macaque cooed.
“Why must everything be difficult with you?” Wukong sighed.
“Hm, you love me~” Macaque purred and left a quick kiss on Wukong's thigh.
Alas. He did. And so he let Macaque smell to his little heart's content until riled himself up enough to go for another round. Rinse and repeat.
Later, after Macaque had left and Wukong was left laying in a cloud of musk and bodily fluids, he couldn't help contemplating the strange kink he'd be introduced to, as well as the plea Macaque repeated several times over the course of their fucking. It disgusted him to even think about indulging, even for Macaque, and yet…
A yawn forced its way out of him, and he quickly decided that instead of thinking about it further, he would finally take that nap he'd wanted before.
He shifted onto his side and felt his thigh land in a puddle of slick and cum.
… Maybe on his cloud instead.
“Monkey King…” MK delicately began about a week later, unsure of how to broach this exactly. He would much rather bail and forget about it, but his friends were watching from a safe distance away, eyes glaring into his back.
“Yeah, bud?” Wukong cheerfully answered.
“I mean this with all the love in my heart,” MK continued.
“Oooookay?”
MK pushed down on the urge to breathe in to stall, knowing he’d regret it. “When… is the last time you bathed?”
Wukong and MK stared at each other for several, agonizing moments, before the sudden presence of another monkey interrupted.
“Hey~ I’m not too late, am I?” Macaque asked as he strolled up to Wukong, placed a hand around his waist, and leaned into his neck.
He got halfway through his inhale before Wukong’s hand was on his face, pushing him away with a beet red face.
Immediately, all six monkie kids knew what was going on. They squinted in unison at the monkeys as the king scolded the shadow and the shadow stayed unbearably smug. MK was starting to miss when his mentor hated Macaque. At least then, Wukong bathed.
Shortly after, both monkeys were kicked out on accounts of smell and PDA. Wukong was bummed, but was quickly distracted by Macaque whisking them away to the mountain, where their night could be spent together now that they conveniently had their plans canceled for them.
Ah well, MK will get through to Wukong about cleaning up again later. In the meantime, Macaque would reap the benefits of having convinced the Monkey King of the joys of one's natural stench.