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He can’t keep doing this to himself, Wukong thinks futilely as his fists clench. This is it. He will not give in this time. Every single time this happens, he wakes up alone with the regret eating away at him like some kind of poison he willingly took. It’s not worth the temporary bliss, and it never will be. Deep down, he knows that what they have isn’t healthy, and he swears he is going to say no this time.
That is until Macaque’s lips are a breath away from his ear, sending a thrill down his spine and making him shiver with anticipation.
“Make me yours, my king.”
It’s that one line that does him in - the promise of a night of reckless decisions and imaginary trust is too much for him to fight. There has never been any denying the chemistry between the two of them. They’ve always been inexplicably drawn to each other like the sun and the moon, the collision always catastrophic.
So he gives in. He grabs Macaque by the throat and their lips are pressed against each other before he can change his mind, and from there it all goes downhill so pleasantly fast. Sun Wukong has always been one to ignore the potential consequences of his actions, and he decides that tonight is no different. He wants Macaque; he needs him, needs to see him on his back, pleasant and wanting and all his for the taking. He chases the rush that clouds his judgement as his hands slide underneath Macaque’s clothes, feeling his chest and committing the touch to memory. It sets his nerves aflame and makes him feel alive in a way he hasn't since the last time they did this.
It’s the way Macaque doesn’t quite give him full control, but lets Wukong throw him across the bed anyways. It's the thrill of pinning him down and fighting him for control, having it pay off when he finally hears Macaque begging and screaming for more from him. A desperate plea to show him the real Sun Wukong as the pace grows harder and faster. Shouts of ecstasy and orders fill the room as they both take what they want, absolutely ravaging each other until there’s nothing left to give.
No matter how many lovers he took, none of them ever held a candle to the way Macaque screamed his name when he was bitten and bruised. None of them could take Wukong's swift vengeance in bed like he could, or give as much sadistic pleasure to him as Macaque did when he finally broke him. He fought back, earning every mark on his body as he teased and poked the beast within, reminding them both that at his very core Wukong was still a demon, one that took what he wanted and reaped the rewards. It was an impossible truth to deny when he savaged Macaque's needy body like this.
The bed frame splinters from Wukong's strength as he keeps Macaque pinned to the mattress, making him scream when the ecstasy crashes over them both. It’s both too much and not enough as Wukong tears him apart from the inside, sewing him back together with his touch. Their lips meet again in a violent union and Wukong can taste the leftover lust radiating from Macaque’s very core, lingering in his soul. Every kiss is so messy and intoxicating, with Wukong having to break apart from Macaque to catch his breath or moan, but Macaque just pulls him back in and swallows every noise down, neither of them ever fully satisfied as they begin to move again.
They’re both a mess by the end of the night, limbs entangled with one another as they savor the aftertaste of their highs. Wukong finds himself wrapping Macaque up in his arms, knowing it won't be long before he squirms away to, "clean himself up," then disappear again for however long until one of them gets the urge to seek the other out again. He knows what comes next, he knows the routine, and he clings to Macaque regardless.
Except, this time he doesn't let go. Macaque pulls away first like he always does, muttering about the mess, but Wukong's arms remain locked around him, gently dragging him back into the cuddle. Before Macaque can protest it, he finds himself bringing one of the many glowing ears into his mouth, biting down on it hard enough to earn a groan from his partner before he releases him.
"Stay," he orders, pulling him even closer. He can feel it when Macaque’s brain catches up to what he says, and so he leans down to whisper into those sensitive ears once more, knowing his words will sound like thunder this close.
"Stay with your king."
Macaque goes silent, his tail curling up on the mattress as he seems to debate whether or not he wants to obey. For a moment, Wukong worries he won't, and accepts that that's just how it is between them. He braces himself for the empty bed and the regret that floods in afterwards, squeezing tighter to get one last taste of the warmth Macaque brings him.
"Okay."
The sound is so quiet Wukong can barely hear it, but he certainly feels it when Macaque relaxes into his hold, curling into his chest and letting out a sigh of relief. He feels his shock blossom and take root in his chest as he cradles Macaque in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
They're both covered in sweat and bruises, Macaque more than Wukong, but in that moment Wukong knew the sting of their sins and the oncoming crash was sweeter than anything Heaven could offer him.