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Don't ask questions
You don't want to know
Learned my lesson
Way too long ago
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"So what season is everyone talking about?" Mk asked his Dadsy around a mouthful of noodles, and blinked innocently as the pig demon choked and coughed, his Papa turning bright red next to him.
"Wha- how- where did you hear about that!?" Pigsy thundered, face red from a mixture of rage and embarrassment.
Mk shrugged and finished chewing his mouthful of noodles. "Some of the demons I've fought recently. Something about me being 'ripe for the season'." He shrugged again and took another bite, more famished than usual. "No one explained what they meant though, just laughed and said I'd find out soon."
Pigsy groaned and roughly rubbed his face with his palm, tusks slipping out of his thinly applied glamour in his protective rage. "Fucking bastards... Fucking Monkey King, this is all his fault..."
Mk's brow furrowed in confusion at Pigsy's grumbling, his head tilting slightly as his chopsticks paused. "Monkey King? How is demons saying weird things about weather his fault?"
Pigsy groaned and rubbed his face, wincing at the tucks. "They're not talking about weather, kid. And it's his fault for leaving his overdramatic stick where anyone could grab it!" He pointed at Mk with his own chopsticks, barely contained fury and worry plain on his face. "If he had thought to put a barrier over the staff at the very least like a responsible person, then Red Boy probably wouldn't have been able to get to it and pull it out, and you would have never laid a finger on it or found out about your monkey form! Which is the cause for this whole thing!"
Mk's tail, which had been happily thumping on the table, quickly zipped below to wrap around his ankle in self comfort. "Oh... Is it, uh... Bad?"
Tang cut Pigsy off before the demon could say anything, shoving a hand in his husband's face. "It's not bad, baby boy, it just means you're an adult. Something your Dadsy is still coming to terms with." The scholar have his husband a sharp look over his glasses and huffed when he pouted and crossed his arms. "Now, this season they're talking about is something neither of us thought you'd have to deal with for at least a few more years, if ever. It's something that every demon goes through every roughly ten years, and since you're a demon monkey now, you'll be going through yours too."
Mk nodded slowly, glancing between his pouting Dadsy and smiling Papa, a sinking feeling of deja vu growing in his belly. "And that season is...?"
Tang's smile grew wider. "Mating season."
Mk tried to make a run for it, but a golden seal blocked his path.
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To be talkin' to you, Belladonna,
Should have taken a break, not an Oxford comma
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Red Son groaned heavily from his position on his bed in his private villa far, far from his parents' home, feeling the heat of both his power and the incoming season crackle over his body. He didn't even have enough control to summon his glamours, leaving the features that proved his father's paternity clear to the world, his black horns and Bull legs and the coating of fur he had since adulthood and soft, floppy ears in plain sight for all to see. Not that he minded, but he knew some older demons would titter and remark on how the Bull Prince could not keep his demonic features covered before marriage if they happened to see him, and some of the younger ones would take it as an invitation if he dared to leave the villa.
He sighed deeply at even the thought of it, and acknowledged, again, the fact that the only one he wanted in or out of the season would never want him back.
Stupid Noodle Boy.
His sigh turned into a groan as his body reacted to even the thought of the Monkey King's successor, and he sat up to glare at the tent in his jeans with personal insult.
This is why he told Mei and Mk he needed some time to himself. So he wouldn't embarrass himself as the season got closer by being near Mk.
Mei had teased him about being antisocial and Mk have him those big puppy dog eyes that made him want to pin him to a wall and do dirty, filthy things to him, but agreed, and it's been hell ever since.
Especially since Mei knew of his... Affections and kept sending him candid pictures of the Noodle Boy.
The most recent of which Red Son swears kick started his rut.
Unbidden, the memory of the picture, of Mk innocently eating a cherry popsicle, his soft lips stretched across the red ice while his cheeks hollowed slightly and his eyes were downcast, came to the forefront of his mind, and he groaned again while throwing an arm across his face.
He was going to die this year, he knew it.
He knew it was nearly impossible to die from the season, but he just might.
His phone dinged from his nightstand, and he knew what it was without looking.
He most definitely will die if Mei keeps sending him pictures!
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Take what I want when I wanna
And I want ya
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Mk sighed heavily as he stripped off his jacket, fanning himself with some flyers he was supposed to be handing out as he say on the roof with Mei. He was way, way too hot for even his normal clothes, having traded his casual T-shirt for a thin tank top and his jeans for denim shorts... No he couldn't leave his jacket. It's his brand, ok!?
He looked at Mei, dressed in her normal clothes, and have her a judgemental look. "How can you stand to be dressed like that? Way too many layers, it's burning up! Don't you feel sick? I feel sick just looking at you."
Mei snorted at him and rolled her eyes. "Uh, no? It's like 70°, it's a perfect day. You're acting like it's a thousand degrees. Weirdo." She playfully shoved his head, then stopped and felt his skin with a worried face. "Hey, you actually do feel like you're a thousand degrees. You sick?"
Mk shook his head and sighed. "Nah, I think it's that season thing that Dadsy and Papa were taking about earlier. Some demon thing that happens every ten years."
"Ah..." Mei said, nodding her head wisely. "Fucking week."
Mk splutters and blushes brightly, shoving her hand away from him. "It's- no- you- WHY- don't call it that!"
Mei grins at his flailing and screeching, cackling as he nearly falls off the roof. "Why not!? I'm not wrong!"
"Well, no, but-!"
"Ah ah ah! You just said I'm not wrong! That means I'm right! Haha, take that, Red Boy!" Mei cheered, throwing her arms into the air.
Mk blinked, feeling a heady blush settle on his cheeks faster than usual at the mention of his crush. "Uh... What about Red Son?" He asked, looking away from his cheering best friend.
Mei snickered as she took out her phone and started frantically texting. "Oh, he went on this long rant about how Fucking Week is a demon's biological declaration of adulthood or something and how every demon goes through it unless they're too sickly or taking care of kids or something and how his was sta-" she cut herself off and froze where she sat.
Mk suddenly found himself hyperfocusing on Mei. "What was that?"
"Nothing!" Mei squeaked, waving her hands in the air. "Nothing at all! Don't worry about it!"
But now Mk's face was close to her's, eyes wide and pupils fully dilated as his tail moved behind him in a slow, deliberate swaying motion. "No, you know something. You know why Red Son wanted some time to himself. Tell me why, Mei. I've been dying to know and it's just been getting worse for days now. And I. Know. You. Know. Something."
Mei was sweating. She never thought her soft, bubbly friend would be so... intimidating...
She'd bet money this was because of Fucking Week.
... Damn her love of chaos.
"Fine, fine..." She conceded, holding up her hands in surrender. "You got me. I know why Red Boy wanted some time to himself. It's kinda the same reason why you're running around all monkey-ified and feeling hot."
Mk's brow furrowed and he tilted his head in confusion, making Mei groan and rub her face.
"Mk. Babes. Fucking Week. Red Boy's a demon too."
A beat.
Two beats.
Then Mk's eyes widen and a deep flush takes over his face.
"O-oh..."
His eyes glance to the east, where the Bull Palace was deep in the desert.
"... He staying at his parents' place during it?"
Mei snorted at the idea. "Ha! No? Why would he? One, he's rich, and two, his dad is a demon too, remember? He goes through Fucking Week like all other demons, I doubt he'd want to be anywhere near them during it, for his sake and theirs. He's probably staying in his fancy villa over on the rich side of town."
Mk nods slowly, a glaze slowly taking over his eyes as his tail makes slow, curling twirls through the air. "Uh-huh... Bet he's probably... Spending it with someone... Huh?"
He didn't have a growl to his voice.
What are you talking about.
Mei's eyebrow shot up at the deep rumble in Mk's words but slowly shook her head. "Nooooo...? Why wouldn't he? He has, like, crazy high standards. Something about being strong enough to match him and entertaining enough to keep his attention while challenging him."
Mk nodded again, smiling now. "Yeah... Yeah, I can do that... Thanks Mei!" He shoved the flyers into her hands and stood, tying his jacket around his waist. "Do me a favor and hand those out for me? See you later, I'll text you! Bye!"
Mk was gone before Mei could react, pulling out his staff and flinging himself away in an extreme arch before she could get out more than a startled sound.
The dragon girl stared at where her best friend was disappearing into the distance and started cackling, realizing Mk, drugged up on his own hormones, had intimidated and manipulated Red Son's location from her then went to hunt him down like a proper demon.
Monkey King would be so proud.
She looked down at the flyers in her hands and paled as crumpled emblem of Pigsy's Noodle Shop's grinned at her.
Pigsy can never know.
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Bad, bad news,
One of us is gonna lose
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Red Son huffed as he felt heat rolling off of his skin, flinging open the balcony doors to lean against the railing and enjoy the wind, sighing as it slightly cooled his body. He was forever thankful for thinking of setting up several layers of barriers to keep popperazzi and their damned drones out, allowing him to easily walk around his own property in nothing but his boxers to combat the heat. He had to keep some decency, at least while he had the mind to do it.
He did also thankfully remember to put up a timed barrier keeping him in unless it was an emergency, just in case his rut-addled mind decided to try to hunt down the Noodle Boy.
Mmmmm, Mk...
His hand almost drifted down to relieve some of the tension that had been steadily growing throughout the day when he realized two vital things.
One, his barriers felt loosened. Not broken, but loosened enough for something to slip inside then repaired imperfectly. They'd hold, but it obviously wasn't his work.
And two, he could actually smell Mk's fruit scent, not just the memory of it. Sweet apricots and crisp apples that danced on his nose and tempted him to bite until there was nothing left, but today it was sharper and clearer than even the time he had been pressed face to face with Mk.
He spun around, nose flaring as he tried to figure out where the scent was coming from. If someone had managed to break into his private villa and get through his barriers then shapeshift into his one-sided love well enough to mimic his scent almost perfectly(after all, they had made it too tempting and wonderful and seductive to be the innocent Noodle Boy's), then he was about to fight a powerful enemy that no doubt wished to trick him into mating them to gain the prestige and power his family and title could provide-
He went ramrod straight as he felt a fluffy tail tickle the back of his neck, and spun around, snarling.
There was nothing there.
Giggle.
His head shot up, and his heart began beating faster at the sight of a golden brown tail disappearing over the edge of the roof. Red Son allowed his eyes to close, breathing deep through his nose and ignoring the way his hormones were reacting as he tried to find the scent of magic that would scream that the scent and tail and boy who surely couldn't be playfully running across his roof weren't who he thought it was.
No magic.
No falsehood.
Simply apples and apricots.
His eyes open again, and he meets mischievous golden ones peeking at him from over the edge of the roof, monkey tail flicking playfully in the air.
"Mk?"
The eyes curve more, and the lovely face of the Monkie Kid looks down on the Bull Prince with a playfully seductive grin. "Hey Red Son~! Heard you were here all by yourself~! I know you said you wanted some you time, but~!" He slid off the roof and was suddenly on the ground, in Red Son's space, crowding close with his hands behind his back and giving him those wide, innocent eyes like he didn't realize how being this close made Red Son snort out small flames or made his pants become incredibly tight. "I thought you'd appreciate the company~"
Red Son quickly began breathing through his mouth, refusing to assault his friend like his body demanded him to, screaming how the smaller man was ready and willing and fertile and practically presenting to him. "Mk..." He ground out, teeth grinding and fists clenching as he fought to control himself. "You need to go home. I don't know how you got in, but you've got to go back, understand? You probably don't know bu-" Red Son practically choked on his tongue when he realized how much skin(fur?) Mk was showing, bare thick thighs and powerful arms and the tempting peek of his wide, perky chest that looked like it would fit perfectly in Red Son's palms. "What are you wearing!?"
Mk's grin widened and he stepped closer, eyes dilated as the Red Son's black pepper and cinnamon scent filled the air between them. "Clothes~? It's been so hot today, Red~"
The Bull Prince gasped at the shortened name, trying not to think about it as his eyes darted away. "I-I suppose it has, b-but you're not decent! At least wear your jacket!"
Mk took the chance to take the smallest step closer, his fangs peeking out of his grin as Red Son's hips were pinned against the railing of the balcony. "No~ I'm so hot, Red~ And I'm actually wearing more clothes than you~" His hands slide around to his stomach, pushing up his shirt to show off that tight, well trained belly and wide hips enunciated by the low ride shorts. "Would it make you feel better if we matched~?"
'Please. Please. I'll give you all my wealth and my titles and my very life itself p l e a s e-' "No! Of course not! Remain decent in my home, Noodle Boy!" Red Son snapped even as his eyes remained locked on Mk's stomach.
Mk smirked at him and slid a hand over his bared stomach. "You know, Red~ Some demons have been mentioning something to me while we've been fighting~ And it made me curious about something~"
Red Son's rut addled mind nearly had whiplash from trying to remain decent to trying not to focus on Mk's bared stomach to trying to realize he'd have to answer a question now. "H-huh? Those peasants? What on earth could they be saying of value to make you ask me a question?"
"Well~!" Mk purred, finally letting go of his shirt and letting it fall back over his stomach. Red Son mourned the loss. "They kept saying something about a Season coming up-"
Red Son snarled, deep and rumbling and dark, as his hands closed around the wrought iron of the balcony's fence, twisting the metal and instantly heating it to red hot in his rage. He'd thought he'd chased off all the lowly peasant bastards who were interesting in his Noodle Boy! Looks like he might have to break the seal and go out to take care of them...
Mk continued like he didn't notice, twirling his bangs around his finger, "- so I asked Dadsy and Papa about it, and they explained what it was in detail."
Why would they do that? Mk was a human, he wouldn't go through it, and even if he was getting harassed by demons who were too horny for their own goods, he was strong enough that a good few wacks of his staff or fist should fix them. No need to give him the down and dirty about... This.
"Mainly because as it turns out, I go through them too now that I have a demon form~!"
... What.
"Yeah, apparently when I unlocked my Monkey Form, I unlocked everything that comes with it. Who knew?"
What?
"So yeah, so I guess that's partially my question, kinda~! Because all the other demons kept saying it~! So, Red Son~!" Mk took that final step forward and reached out, digging his fingers into the thick red fur on Red Son's chest and smiling so sweetly, so lovingly, so beautifully at him. "Am I really sweet enough to eat~?"
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I'm the powder, you're the fuse
Just add some friction
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The growl Red Son let out was nothing but flames and possessive rage as his hands flew up to grip Mk's hips, baring his fangs as flames snakes out between his teeth and his eyes burst into purple flames. "Who..." He snarled out before taking a breath to calm himself, not noticing the smug smirk on the monkey's face as Red Son's thumbs made circles on his hips, "Just who was saying those kinds of things to you, Noodle Boy?" He thought he'd gotten rid of them all.
Mk shrugged and traced patterns into the fur of Red Son's chest, smirking wider when his claws left thin red lines that the Bull Prince didn't seem to notice. "Pretty much everyone I've been fighting for like a month now. Around the same time you said you needed some space, now that I think of it~" It's actually been longer than that, but he felt like that was the perfect thing to get Red Son's tempter spiking again. And he looked so pretty covered in flames, especially now that he didn't have his glamours on.
And he was quickly proven right, gold and red flames shooting to the sky from Red Son's mane as a growl made Mk's entire body shake from where he was pressed against him, not bothering to stifle the gasp that came from him as the vibrations made his body ache in a delicious way.
He'd always loved Red Son's flames, and how powerful they showed off he was.
He grinned as Red Son's head shot down at his gasp, the Bull Prince's eyes narrowing as his grip got tighter. "You enjoyed that?" He growled, and suddenly picked up the monkey demon to settle him around his waist, holding him up by his thighs. "You enjoyed the fact I became angered at the thought of some peasants saying such... Vile and scandalous words to you? Do you even actually know what season it is or why your body feels the way it does?"
Mk hummed and wrapped his arms around Red Son's neck, dragging himself up until he could bite the Prince's lip, smirking at his shudder when his fangs sunk into the soft flesh. He sucked for a moment, moaning at the taste of blood, before releasing him. "You think I would have hunted you down when you said you wanted to be alone if I didn't want to take advantage of the fact it was Mating Season?" Anxiety suddenly sky rocketed in Mk as he darted his eyes away as Red Son froze, suddenly nervous that he had misjudged, wiggling to be let down. "I-I mean, unless you don't feel the same way, which is fine, I can just leave, I mean-"
He was cut off by Red Son's snarl and lips slamming into his, the grip on his thighs growing to a bruising force as the Bull Prince forced him to stay firmly in place. A thick tongue pressed insistently against his mouth until he opened with a gasp, whimpering when he was quickly invaded and the grip slowly started relaxing as their tongues danced and explored. They broke away with a gasp, Mk laying limp in Red Son's hands as his body shivered with growing tension and the Bull Prince glared down at him in reprimand.
"I finally have you here after you've been haunting my every thought for years, Noodle Boy." He grumbled as he abruptly lifted the monkey kid up and over his shoulder before making his way into the villa with sure, eager steps, the sound of his hooves clicking on the tiles making Mk's tail twitch. "You are not leaving here until you have a bite on your throat and hopefully a calf in your belly."
Mk shivered at the thought, heat filling every part of his body as his claws dug eagerly into Red Son's back, then he leaned lower to slap Red Son's firm ass, making the bull jump in surprise.
"Go faster."
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Mk huffed when he was thrown onto a wide, soft bed covered in Red Son's spicy scent and almost rolled in it before the man himself was laying on top of him, forcing himself between his thighs and caging him in with his forearms to kiss him as their hips rolled together, creating delicious friction that made them gasp against each other's mouths. Red Son pulled away slightly to press soft kisses along Mk's face and throat, purring as Mk whined and withered below him.
"Easy, Noodle Boy, easy, I'll give you what you need." He whispered in his ear as he trailed a hand down Mk's side to shove it under his tank top, huffing at the thin barrier. "Did you travel the entire way like this? Hm? Clothed so thinly and being so tempting?"
Mk whined and bucked up against Red Son, wrapping his powerful legs against his waist to give him more leverage to seek his pleasure. "Was hanging out with Mei when she mentioned- oh fuck- mentioned that you went through Mating Season too and then I just had to get here. Had to find you a-and do something!"
Red Son chuckled at Mk's eagerness, a smug pleasure filling his chest and a barked out laugh leaving him as Mk dug his claws into his shoulders and hissed at him angrily for his laugh, then leaned down to give Mk as soft, sweet kiss. "Remind me later to buy her a gift."
The Monkey Successor groaned and bucked against the Bull Prince again. "Later, hurry up! Want you, now, get these off!"
Something tickled in the back of Red Son's mind, an ancient warning from his mother about particular heat types, but his own rut seemed to have erased the information she had forcibly packed in from his mind as he smiled and tugged teasingly at the front of his shirt. "Mm, there's no rush, darling~ I wish to take you apart slowly and carefully until you're a trembling mess-"
His words were cut off by a yelp of pain and he looked down in shock to find Mk's claws digging into his ribs, gold-red blood slowly trickling down his fingers and wrists.
"Get. Them. Off." The monkey demon snarled out, long tail lashing dangerously and smashing against a nearby wall, causing a crack to race up it from the force.
Red Son eyed up the growing crack in the solid stone and is hardly surprised when the shot of fear mixes with the pain in his sides to create a eager, heady arousal. He always did enjoy when Mk used his actual strength against him in their battles.
"Of course, dear~ Whatever you want~"
Mk purred and finally released his ribs, allowing Red Son's flames to flow out and heal the wounds as the golden brown tail thumped happily on blood red comforters, eyeing the Bull Prince as his hands firmly gripped the tank top and ripped, flinging the scraps over his shoulder and cupping the firm pecs that were now bared to him. "You are gorgeous, do you know that?" He asked as he leans down to press kisses along his chest, free hand trailing down to slice light at the denim shorts with his thick claws. "Gorgeous and sweet and adorable and m i n e, aren't you~?"
Mk moaned and nodded frantically at the Bull Prince's words, digging his claws into his shoulders and tugging him closer as that wide tongue slides across his nipple and sharp teeth begin to nibble. "Fuck yes, yours, and you're mine, understand? Mine, no one else's, don't let anyone touch you, m i n e!"
Red Son shivered at the possessive tone in Mk's voice, how his claws dug into his shoulders deep enough to leave scars and those powerful legs gripped his waist until his bones creaked. "Whatever you want, dearest, whatever you want, I'm yours as much as you are mine~" Without further adieu, he hooked his claws into the lightly shredded denim and soft boxers underneath and tore them away from his prize.
Mk purred happily as he was laid bare for the Prince, tail curling around Red Son's to gently squeeze as he finally released his claws from his shoulders to trail his them down Red Son's powerful, heaving chest, down the thickly furred hips that promised him so much pleasure, and slid his own claws into the straining boxers still hiding the last of him away as Red Son stared down at him in awe. Mk preened under Red Son's gaze, flexible tail tugging teasingly at the bull's much thicker one, his back arching slightly to show off his scarred body, instinctively showing his prospective mate how strong he was and how many battles he had won, making the bull posture a bit as well and causing flames to shoot out of his nose.
Then Mk ripped away the offending garment without warning.
And stared as Red Son's cock thumped heavily against his stomach, finally freed and burning hot against his belly, the thick tip twitching at his lower ribs.
Red Son blushed a bit, flames flickering in his hair in embarrassment, and looked away. "I, uh, I know it is a bit... Intimidating, but I do not expect you to take it all, least not in our first coupling, but I will do my best to not harm you-!" His words were suddenly cut off by a moan as a firm, calloused hand wrapped around him and began to stroke with just a touch of claw, and his eyes shot over to stare at Mk, who was staring back at him with wide, adoring eyes.
"Oh, you are going to put every single inch in me one way or another, I don't care, I can take it, I thought you'd be big so I've been practicing with toys but you're bigger than I thought, it's gonna be so good, Red, you're going to fill me so perfectly, you're going to fill me up if you have to break me, understand?" Mk finish his demand with a dark growl and a firm twist of his wrist, making Red Son groan and his head to drop to Mk's shoulder.
He bit off a curse and shuddered above him at the thought of filling the smaller man beneath him, claws digging into the comforter below them and ripping it. "Yes, dear. Whatever you want..."
Mk smirked and pressed soft kisses to Red's shoulder and throat in reward as his strokes slowed to sweet, teasing touches. "Good boy~ You're going to fill me up right now, aren't you~? Going to give me exactly what I n- oh!"
Mk was so intent on tempting Red Son to simply bury the massive length inside of him that he didn't notice the hand sneaking down until he had two thick fingers fucking into his cunt, forcing his legs open and tingles of pleasure to race up his spine as a thumb joined to rub circles around his clit. The Bull Prince groaned at the wet, tight heat around his fingers and quickly spread them wide, slipping in a third as his mate whined for him, feeling his reason slipping away as the Season finally took full hold of them both, sinking his teeth into the shoulder and throat bared for him and rumbling a deep growl as sharp fangs gave his own the same treatment. He held the wiggling monkey in place with the hold on his throat as he fucked his fingers into him at a punishing pace, wanting to get his little mate as loose and relaxed as possible before he finally entered him, but ripped his fangs away to snarl at him when all he got were claws in his dick for his efforts.
Mk hissed right back at him with a glare, and Red Son huffed for a moment before submitting to his mate's whims, snorting as he slid his fingers out and batted the offending paws away from him to take his cock in hand himself. "I don't want to hear any whining about you being overly sore when this is over, Noodle brains. So sorry to his little majesty for trying to ensure I don't harm you." He scolded teasingly as he rubbed against Mk's entrance, chuckling when Mk's grip on his hips tightened.
Mk snorted and tried to yank with his thighs, frowning when the angle didn't quite give him the position he needed and Red Son simply slid against his clit instead of inside of him. A pleasant accident, sure, but not what he wanted. "Sure, sure, worry about that later, just hurry up and- YES!"
Both men moaned loudly as Red Son finally slid fully into Mk, refusing to stop until their hips were flush together and Red Son's tip was kissing against Mk's cervix.
Now, Red Son had wanted to wait.
Wanted to give the shaking, shivering body below him time to adjust.
Wanted to be a gentleman and allow him to be fully relaxed.
But Red Son was but a man and a demon, and he was currently a demon in the throws of his Mating Season, buried to the root in the only person he's ever wanted to share his rut with.
So he believes he can be excused for the fact he immediately started to move.
Mk made a startled, strangled noise as Red Son immediately pulled nearly all the way back before thrusting forward again, burying himself with a low rumble that shook his entire body, and quickly set a fast, hard pace as he pressed burning hot kisses to the monkey boy's shoulders and throat, fingers gripping his hips enough to bruise.
Not that he cared.
Oh no.
He was getting exactly what he wanted and needed, being filled to the brim and past it, and would happily and proudly bare any marks left after to the world.
Mk happily chittered as Red Son roughly fucked him into the bed, digging his claws into his back to hold on for dear life and returning his kisses whenever they made their way to his mouth, but mostly focused on trying to breath and the feelings that flooded through his body. The pleasure, the touch of pain from being stretched farther than ever before, a feeling of belonging and owning and being owned all at once was a heady, addictive feeling he had no intention of giving up, ever. And he'd make sure of it.
But that was a plot for later, when Red Son wasn't doing his damnedest to fuck his literal brains out.
But damn, was he close to succeeding.
Mk could hardly think with the deep, hard thrusts that rattled his bones, the tight grip on his hip, the thumb rubbing tight circles around his clit, and the gasped, burning hot praises in his ears. All of it was filling his brain with white hot pleasure that made him drool and gasp and cry as he was forced higher and higher and higher towards that ledge until sharp fangs in his throat shoved him off it with a scream that made his body clamp down. Somewhere past the white noise, he heard Red Son soon make a low groan and felt something white hot filling his belly, and trembled at the implications.
He grinned thoughtlessly at the ceiling as his mate panted above him.
He couldn't wait for the rest of the week.
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It was the second day, and Red Son had him in the grass. He was on his hands and knees, tail held to the side by one large hand, another braced by his head, thick thighs keeping his spread, and fangs in the back of his neck as Red Son cruelly pounded into his cunt, taking him on the earth like a beast.
He grinned dizzily through the pleasure as the memory of Red Son swearing he was a gentleman and would never do anything that low class peasants would consider fun.
Another thing to add to the list of things that Red Son was wrong about.
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It was the third day, and Red Son woke up to Mk desperately attempting to force his cock down his throat, a glazed and needy look in those lovely golden eyes as they gazed up at him, those petal pink lips stretched wide around his cock.
He grinned and stroked a hand through his mate's messy hair, humming when he purred.
What a wonderful way to wake up.
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It was the fourth day, and Red Son hadn't let Mk's feet touch the floor all day.
Mainly because he'd kept him upside down with his thighs on either side of Red Son's head, his face buried in his cunt while he feasted like it was his full time job.
Mk was far from complaining though, especially when that long, thick tongue reached all the way back and teased his cervix.
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It was the fifth day, and Red Son found out that Mk liked to chase.
How?
He was out for a jog around the area while MK was taking a nap to work out his sore muscles, stretching them in ways he hadn't allowed them to properly in days, when he was suddenly tackled to the earth by a chittering, wide eyed monkey. Mk's tail flicked eagerly through the air as powerful claws dug into the dirt next to his head, golden power flashing around him as he focused his full attention on the Bull, grinning at his captured prey.
Red Son felt nothing but a small bit of fear and absolute lust as Mk ground down on his suddenly very interested cock.
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It was the sixth day, and they were starting to slow down. Meaning they were actually able to take a proper bath without one of them having to be passed out.
Oh, they still fucked, Mk in Red Son's lap as they slowly kissed and the Bull Prince carefully rocking the monkey boy on his cock, but at least they were actually able to get clean together afterwards.
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It was the seventh day, and the overpowering lust had finally ended with them slowly exploring each other's bodies and kissing softly, their hands trailing over each other and curiously touching places they'd only been able to in the frantic blur of pleasure.
Red Son was the one to break the peace first.
"... We have much to discuss. And many people to tell, unless you want to keep our... Relationship private."
Mk hummed and looked up at him with those soft, trusting eyes. "I don't want us to be private. Or secret... Do you?"
Red Son grabbed one of Mk's hands and brought it up to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of his knuckles, keeping eye contact with him as he does. "Never. I wish to scream my luck and honor to be your mate to the skies and mock those who had been trying to court you in my absence to their faces."
Mk laughed and nuzzled close to him. "Guess that means we should tell your parents. And Monkey King and mine."
"... Do you think they'd be insulted if I came wearing armor?"