The pants indeed get torn off without a moments hesitation. The claws make the weremonkey groan and grins. He keeps grinding and then rips his own pants open next. He doesn't care about the clothes. That only thing that matters is them in this moment. The way they're talking and feeling. The need they both feel.

"All yours," He mirrored and licked his lips. "I am all yours. Forever, if you want me." He said as he leaned in. He kissed Red Son hard, passionate, and demanding. This was their moment. One that was going to cement something they both wanted. Perhaps needed.