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They always ended up in this position.
Wukong on top, slamming down with all his strength and speed into Macaque, ignoring the halfhearted pleas for mercy. Macaque clung to him as he pushed deeper, harder, trying to fuck any last brain cells out from between Macaque’s infamous ears.
“Ah- hah- fuck!” Claws dug in, and he felt Macaque tense up, clenching and panting. Expecting another orgasm, Wukong pressed down; only for both of them to hear something go ‘pop.’
“Curtains?” Wukong asked.
Macaque nodded, good eye wide and mouth agape.
Wukong pulled out gently, wincing at the cold air that slapped at his dick.
“Ok, what happened? Can you feel your limbs?”
“Yeah-“ Macaque sat up, then blinked.
“Holy shit…”
“What? What happened????”
“You cracked my back.”
“Is that good??”
“I’ve been trying to do that for months!” Macaque chuckled, guiding Wukong to straddle him again.
“Also you quite possibly fractured my pelvis.”
“WHAT?!”