[ Hard and fast is the order of the night. Macaque told Cole that sex is like music, in that it means something different to everyone. With the one you love, it's a goddamn symphony. This here is a screaming guitar and pounding bass and a drumstick snapping in half from overuse. ]
[ (Yes, it would bother Wukong. Macaque still knows him, for all the bluster about how things have changed. He'd see this for what it is. Let him.) ]
[ The tip of Macaque's tail is at Red Son's hip, flicking lazily. Then moving to his waist, up his chest, curling at the base of his throat. Crooking beneath his chin to angle his face upwards. Macaque looks him over, the light in his blind eye just a little different now that he's not caring to hide it as thoroughly. ]
I guess so.
[ There's a click as a shadow clone locks the door, then sinks back into the din. He may use them more, may not. He leans forward, smiling and flashing his sharp teeth. ]
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[ (Yes, it would bother Wukong. Macaque still knows him, for all the bluster about how things have changed. He'd see this for what it is. Let him.) ]
[ The tip of Macaque's tail is at Red Son's hip, flicking lazily. Then moving to his waist, up his chest, curling at the base of his throat. Crooking beneath his chin to angle his face upwards. Macaque looks him over, the light in his blind eye just a little different now that he's not caring to hide it as thoroughly. ]
I guess so.
[ There's a click as a shadow clone locks the door, then sinks back into the din. He may use them more, may not. He leans forward, smiling and flashing his sharp teeth. ]