[There is a definite noise of surprise when Red Son realizes there is more than two hands on him, a sudden tension as it takes a few beat for his mind to catch up on what that was and]

[Oh]

[Oh boy.]

[Vaguely terrifying and extremely appealing all at once, his hair crackling at the realization and it spurs Red Son on because he is absolutely sure those kind of moves are going to utterly wreck him sooner than later. He may have some experience now, and Saya is a very good teacher, but that was going to be a whole hell of a lot to deal with after only some months of experience.]

[And he wanted to give as good as he got before he got overwhelmed.]

[He presses closer to Macaque, letting go of his tail as his form shifts, his own thinner tail moving to wrap around with Macaque's, hands moving for the buttons of his costume, at least quick to undo them. A leg moving up to curl behind him, pull him closer. Groaning into the kiss, a hard shiver going through him between all the touching and the taste of blood, another sharp nip and a swipe of tongue over his lips. At the very least for the monk costume, the clothing is loose, easy enough to get a hand under to touch skin.]