[ Macaque's hand slips around to the small of his back. His other hand at the nape of his neck. Another hand curling over his hip, one sliding up his thigh... hands of shadow clones emerging from the wall behind him. He chuckles into the kiss, catching Red Son's lip between his sharp canine teeth and scraping until he tastes blood. Not usually something that gets him going, but Red Son's a demon who is with a vampire, so he can make a few guesses. ]
[ The light flashes in the room and in Macaque's eyes, and his cloak is gone. One of the hands starts working its way beneath whatever tunic his monk costume has going on. ]
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[ The light flashes in the room and in Macaque's eyes, and his cloak is gone. One of the hands starts working its way beneath whatever tunic his monk costume has going on. ]