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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son! Leave a message after the beep and keep it brief. If this is about a repair job, state the object and problem."

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[castaside]

[ A low chuckle ]

You're going to make me piecemeal this together, huh?

Honestly, you're so much calmer when I'm fucking you. So... [ he steps closer again, reaching out to nock Red's chin up to look at him. ] Maybe I should do that.

[ There are other ways to express oneself than with words ]

[forgingfires]

[He's very red now. With how hot his skin is, he really might be about to ignite entirely and not just his hair.]

I mean...you aren't wrong. [He can't deny it dies get his brain to stop screaming. Maybe then he can keep from saying the wrong thing is panic.]

[castaside]

[ Macaque doesn't seem bothered by the heat. He wraps an arm around Red, resting at the small of his back, and tugs him close as he steps backwards -- right through a portal and into Red Son's bedroom with all its helpful candles. ]

[ Let's work on quieting that brain down so they can be productive, hm? Another tug, and he yanks Red right into a hard kiss. Go on, get all the ick out. ]

[forgingfires]

[It feels different. It shouldn't. It's probably because of what they were talking about, so it's in his head. The blush isn't going away, hands resting on his shoulders as the world shifts-]

[The hard kiss. Not soft, not the same feeling that's been making his heart race, and he wants the ick out.]

[His arms wrap around his shoulders and he pushes into the kiss, pressing hard, nipping at his lips.]

[castaside]

[ The soft is coming, but in due time. Ick out first, then when Red isn't overthinking enough to power half the city they can see what the softness does. It should tell them both a lot either way. That's the point of any of this, right? Exploring. What works, what doesn't. They already know the hard kiss works, so that's where Macaque is starting. ]

[ Macaque backs himself against the wall, letting Red push forward all he likes. Humming into the kiss, fangs bared and scraping Red's mouth. Shadows swirling around him on the wall, waiting for their time. ]

[forgingfires]

[Red Son follows when Macaque moves back. It takes a few moments to catch up, but he does, moving to press him against the wall, groaning at the feeling of teeth. A hand moving up to tangle in his hair, the other moving to his side to help keep him close.]

[Its easier to get lost in the kiss than to help his thoughts keep spinning. To keep his body flush to Macaque's as teeth nip at his lips, tongue pressing in to taste the other.]

[castaside]

[ Macaque's tail wraps around Red to keep him close, and a few shadows finally peel away from the wall to brush past them both, one removing Red Son's shirt and the other biting the nape of his neck, clearly aiming to get his head good and foggy. ]

[ He pulls Red against him more tightly and makes a low, contented purring. Seeing someone so flustered by their feelings for him seemed to do something to him. ]

[forgingfires]

[The shadows are still such a surprise, not knowledge wise, but just the sudden change in feeling and the suddenness of new sensation. From having fabric to suddenly feeling the softness of Macaque's tail around him, to have Macaque's mouth under his own, and then to feel teeth in his neck, crying out against his lips, shuddering hard against him.]

[He nips at his lips again, before nipping and kissing along his jaw. His hands move down to tug at his shirt, pressing a leg between his legs, wanting to be closer, to hear more of those purrs.]

[castaside]

[ The aim here is to get Red's nerves out so they can... well, Macaque is working on that. Explore that softness a little, maybe. Not something that can happen until he melts Red into a puddle, which is an enjoyable prospect in itself, luckily. ]

[ Macaque lets Red fiddle with his shirt for a moment before the shadows whirl around him and remove it, revealing his lunar eclipse tattoo and plenty of soft-dark fur. He shifts his legs to accommodate Red's pressing between them and tilts his head back, purring louder, eager for those kisses along his jaw. The shadows bite again, this time slowly, teasingly into Red's shoulder. ]

[forgingfires]

[His hands are quick to move up, moving over increasingly familiar muscles, lightly tracing over where the tattoo is. He nibbles along his jaw, breathing getting easier as he feels the rumbles of the purr against him, candles flickering to life around them.]

[Then there are more bites and he groans, pressing his leg further up, and rolling his own hips against Macaque's thigh.] Fuck, Mac... [He nips lightly at the shell of his ear.]

[castaside]

[ Macaque vanishes the glamour over his ears, somehow he never does that unless he's reminded by someone touching his ears, usually Red in exactly this situation. The ear his mouth is on flicks forward, and Macaque chuckles. ]

I do like when you call me that at times like these. [ Careful now, you're going to give him a new kink. ]

[ His tail and hands yank Red forward against him as he continues to purr. ] Do you want any of my magic to help with reducing your ability to think, or should I do this the old fashioned way?

[forgingfires]

[Maybe he wants to give him a new kink?]

It is easier to remember when you're wrecking me. [He nibbles lightly along the shell of his ear, before nuzzling just under it.] A lot easier to scream Mac over and over.

[His hands move to run through his fur, lightly running claws down his back, pressing close to him.] I do love your creativity, but any way is good with you.

[castaside]

I suppose that's the plan, then. Making you scream that over and over.

[ He reaches down and grabs Red's other leg to yank it up around his hip, and then they're falling backwards through a shadow portal and landing on Red Son's bed, Macaque relaxed on the mattress and Red Son perched above him on his knees. ]

[ The shadows spin around them and get the rest of their troublesome clothes out of the way. ]

Mm, better. [ Macaque's hands settle on Red Son's hips, and from behind him the spinning shadow turns into several shadow clones, which start immediately biting. One bites into the crook of his neck, one the back of his shoulder, and one just above Macaque's hand, on his hip. ]

Give me a pretty show, won't you?

[ He sure is just planning to lay there and watch while the shadows take Red apart. Sounds like the best thing he's heard all day. MK who? ]

[forgingfires]

[Red Son holds on through the disorienting shift between standing to kneeling, gasping as their clothes vanishing. Looking down with an appreciative once over.] A lot better. [He runs his hands over his chest, tracing over the tattoo.]

[Breath catching and moaning loudly as the shadows start biting, fingers clutching as fur, eyes closed, mouth open, body shuddering at the first onslaught.]

[There is a low purr as his eyes open partway. Hands reaching up to take off the necklace MK gave him, before reaching up to remove the hairpiece from Saya, letting his hair cascade down, leaning over Macaque to set the jewelry to the side. Before settling back down on his lap, slowly rolling his hips as hands wander.]

Hm, the best way to give you a show....well....this is a little easier.... [She said, body shifting to softer curves, letting her shoulders roll back to emphasize the change more.] Less concern about prep this way, especially...when I'd like to taste you again. [She leans down, nipping at his neck, then to his collarbone.]