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The floor is covered in beer.
Not like there isn’t anywhere to walk, but cans nearly claim an entire corner of the hotel room. It’s grown rather quiet in the past few minutes. MK fidgeting with the last beer in his hand before downing the final few drops with a hum. His body’s practically buzzing with tension not only from the alcohol but from being sat across both his mentors so casually. The reason for their visit doesn’t even matter anymore.
“We’re out of beer.” His voice is soft as it breaks the silence. Wukong and Macaque are both sitting and lying back rather relaxed on the floor. They’ve spent the past hour chatting and laughing, things the pair usually don’t do. The kid has a strange way of brining them together, though. There are times where it feels like that’s the goal of them hanging out at all. The goal tonight, however, remains unclear. Blocked by the haze of alcohol on the monkeys’ minds and a strangely good atmosphere.
Another long stretch of silence passes where MK simply stares his mentors down. There’s some music playing in the background from one of their phones. Something they just turned on to fill moments like these. Moments where one of them would go to the bathroom or crack open another drink.
Well, not anymore, it seems. The music at least makes it less awkward.
The kid sighs as he suddenly rises to his feet and fixes the rather small shorts he has on. Pulling them down so that they’re not bunched up between his thighs. It’s not an unusual sight to see him wearing something more revealing, but this time seems different for a reason that can’t be explained.
Wukong and Macaque watch MK like hawks. Golden eyes never leaving him as he takes a seat on the bed. They stare, captivated by such a simple sight. Like teenage boys seeing a girl in a bikini for the first time. It feels so wrong but so right to be gawking like this. If only they saw each other’s faces, then maybe they’d get a hold of themselves. Or maybe not.
It’s almost purposeful the way MK sits. Back slightly curved to accentuate his ass against the bed, hands delicately placed in his lap. He looks over at the pair, smiling a little at the sight of their enraptured gazes. Like they can’t look away. Eyes glued to his face and body like magnets too strong to pull apart. It may be the alcohol talking, but he has an idea for how the rest of their night should go. Rather, the next few minutes.
“Come here.” MK nods his head over to the bed, looking between them both. Their expressions turn dumbfounded, wondering which of them should go over. The kid’s heart pounds softly in his chest. He’s not even sure this is a good idea.
“Which one of us—“ Macaque begins to ask but is interrupted when Wukong swiftly pushes himself up and hurries to the kid’s side. The warrior follows soon after, sitting opposite to Wukong. The pair share a short lived glare before their attention returns to the boy between them.
MK runs his hands up and down his thighs for a second, smiling at Macaque then turning to shoot Wukong a grin as well. For him, the goalpost is clear, he just needs to kick the ball and get it rolling. He looks back and forth between them one last time before leaning in slightly toward Wukong. The sage leans in as though to accept a kiss, grinning as his tail taps eagerly against side of the bed where it hangs off. But then MK tilts his face away in a teasing manner, turning his attention to Macaque and leaning in toward him.
The warrior didn’t miss the way MK avoided actually meeting the other’s lips so for a moment he hesitates to lean in. The kid’s eyes search Macaque’s face. His gaze running from that golden, glamoured stare to his warm and desperate looking lips. He keeps moving until finally their lips meet in an open mouthed kiss. The contact sends fire shooting through his body, though he does well to contain his excitement. He has to reach his goal, still, and he’s only beginning to line up his shot.
Macaque is eager to kiss the kid back, his tongue coming out and meeting MK’s. The kid smirks a little as he lifts a hand and holds the warrior’s face with it. His arm also rising and wrapping around the other’s neck to pull him in closer and deepen their kisses. All the while Wukong sits on the other side with no attention at all. His tail twitches in irritation as he shifts how he’s sat on the bed. He watches intently, eyes mostly trained on MK with the occasional jealous glance at Macaque. That’s his successor being kissed by the warrior of all people.
The kisses grow deeper and start to contain more excitement. MK mostly leads the pace even with how sloppy Macaque is becoming with each one. The warrior slithers a hand over to grip the kid’s thigh and give it a tentative squeeze. What was once filled with subtle music is now loud with the sounds of their lips smacking together. MK hums and slides his hands down his mentor’s chest, feeling the tight muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.
MK suddenly pulls away, lips hovering mere inches from Macaque’s as he turns to face Wukong. The sage is already leaning in for a bit of action, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. It feels like some torturous game to Macaque. Seeing the way Wukong immediately lifts his hands to cup MK’s cheeks. Every kiss loud and deliberate. Full of tension and unspoken feelings. The pair have only screwed around with MK a couple of times in the past on their own. Mostly cuddles though there have been occasional kisses, too. The tension in the room is growing thick the longer that this drones on for. Macaque licks his lips, eyes roaming over MK’s body as he stays turned away to give the other demon some attention. He hates this. Hates how easily the kid has them both wrapped around his finger. How Wukong is allowed to share those same lips time and time again.
And then it happens once more. MK hesitates to continue, pulling back slowly as he runs his hand delicately down Wukong’s arm and pulls away. They both stare eagerly, wanting to do more than kiss and touch. They share another glare, their silent feud coming to an end as the kid fixes his hair a little and adjusts the collar of his shirt. Suddenly, the kid’s neck looks so tantalizing. So soft and ready to be marked. He sets his hands down beside him on the bed, taking small handfuls of the blanket between his fingers.
As if on cue, the pair immediately lean in and begin their attack. Lips and tongues kissing and dragging along MK’s neck. The kid shudders, holding tight to his resolve as the ball lines up even better than before. He’ll be able to kick it any second now and damn does he hope he won’t miss. He can’t help but enjoy the feeling a little, though. The small nibbles and kisses on his skin growing more furious. He’s surprised they’re not going bigger with bites and hickeys. Not fighting to claim him and make them his. The thought is thrilling, but his head is in the game.
Wukong comes up a little, kissing at the kid’s jaw and cheek. MK smiles as he sees it. The perfect shot. He kicks and can only hope that he scores. His hands come up and gently take hold of both his mentor’s face’s. Thumb hooked just under their chins as he pulls them both up near his lips. Wukong is too in the moment to catch on, while Macaque on the other hand hesitates slightly. They’re both led over to kiss MK on the lips a bit. He gives each of them a bit of attention when the pair accidentally brush lips. Macaque shoots back and laughs a little at how awkward it was while Wukong leans away and looks a bit surprised. A slight win on MK’s part, but not a tremendous goal worthy of celebration. It’s only the beginning of the match, after all.
MK lets out a hum of a laugh and looks at them both. The expression on his face screams mischief and Macaque doesn’t miss it. Things are suddenly moving so fast. What felt like hours dragging by when they sat on the floor is now flying at speeds none of them knew were possible. The kid reaches up again, taking both his mentor’s faces between his fingers and pulling them back to meet his in the middle. He gives Wukong a reassuring nod when he sees a flash of uncertainty on the sage’s face.
The trio begins again. Macaque kissing the boy’s lips and neck eagerly. Wukong mostly focussing on MK’s lips and cheek. The three of them thrumming with excitement and thrill. The music is long gone in their minds. Even the sounds of their own lips smacking skin is deafened by the pleasure they seek. Their desires making their minds go blank and hearts race far too loud in their ears.
MK grins, running his hands all over his mentors’ faces and necks as he slowly pulls away. He shoots and he scores, leaning back against the bed softly and smirking at the sight above him. What a sight indeed.
Tongues dancing and lips brushing as Macaque and Wukong remain interlocked with one another. As though they’ve completely forgotten about the other pair of lips that were between them. The whole reason the two were on the bed in the first place. The kisses they share are messy and not very hot. It’s like watching two birds fight over a worm. Beaks clashing with raw hunger. It almost seems like it might go father with the way Macaque is leaning in. Old feelings resurfacing as he recalls how many times before those lips have graced his own. They used to share so many passionate nights together. That was hundreds of years ago, now. Hundreds of years he’s spent without his hands feeling the warmth of his Sun. Wukong is leaning in as well. His tongue diving in to taste and feel more of the warrior’s mouth.
“Okay.” MK hums out, grabbing both their attention. Wukong’s head is spinning as he stares at the kid surprised. The sage knew he wasn’t kissing him, but still it shocks him that the voice wasn’t in front of his face. Macaque isn’t as taken aback by this, maybe even a little upset that they stopped. The kid pushes himself up off the bed and stands, fixing his shorts again and sighing.
“Wait, where are you going?” Wukong blinks, eyes running up and down his successor’s form.
“On a walk. Might run to the gas station and get some more beer or something.” MK stretches his arms above his head and takes a step over to the mat near the entryway
“But we were just—“
“I know.” MK interrupts the sage as he shoves his shoes on. The pair go quiet, tension still very much present in the air. The kid goes over to the door and unlocks it, smiling as he turns to look back at them both. “You two stay put. I’ll be back soon.”
Before either of them can protest the door is swiftly opened and closed.
“Great.” Macaque groans and lies back on the bed. He rubs his face, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he realizes what MK just did to them. It was so obvious. The way he’d grab their faces and give them both attention. He should have known better than to hop up on the bed. All too excited to get a chance to kiss the kid.
Wukong sighs and looks over at Macaque. He doesn’t know what to say, only that he’s feeling far too aroused for his own good. Too aroused to be alone in a room with just his ex—whom he admittedly still has the hots for. “You wanna…?”
“No!” Macaque protests and lays his hands on his chest. He numbs it over for a second. It’s not a terrible idea, but still. So this was the kid’s plan. Make up some reason to get a hotel room and invite them both out because he wants company, get them drunk—of course, and then make them kiss. All so that the pair can make up faster? He doesn’t understand it. MK’s obsession with them getting along, that is.
Wukong leans over and lies down right beside Macaque. He lifts a leg over the warrior’s and uses an arm to wrap around him and pull him close. “Come on, I know you want to.” He purrs out, cheeks still red from all the beer he had. Unlike Macaque, the sage isn’t overthinking things. Just living in the moment and drinking in every second of it. He’d drink up every ounce of the warrior if given the opportunity and this is just that. A chance to throw their past away and just live.
“Fine.” Macaque sighs and agrees. He’s too horny to say no. He could just dip. Slide through a shadow portal and relieve himself in private. The temptation is there even if that’s his ex. Damn MK. “But I top.” He adds as he sits up.
Wukong grins and licks his lips. “Fine by me.”