The weremonkey groans and chirps in pleasure. The hard bite pulling at his want and his instincts. Reaching down she'll feel him. Those tattered pants strain against the obvious signs of his arousal. His clawed hand slides around to do the same. The tail moves to open that nighttime robe as the other hand leaves the red hair to try and push the fabric off his shoulders. The two of them, in this moment, wanting more.

The weremonkey. lowers Red Son down to sit properly in his lap. He pulls the robe off and tosses it aside. No need for that. Then off comes his shirt, tearing it off without care. He purrs loud in his chest and flexes those chest muscles. Showing off this build as he leaves his pants to Red Son.

"Handsome and beautiful. My demonic ruby. Tell me what you want. I wanna hear you say it~"