[He swallows thickly as Makoto asks him that, and his tongue is thick in his newly healed throat for a second. How is it he could explain? It's an odd request to begin with, because it goes far more, far deeper than just bruising bitemarks and lingering welts from nips and sucked marks into the skin. No, he's fairly certain to the fact that Makoto has cottoned onto that, that when he asks for clarification it's because he knows that Kazuya wants to leave a far more lasting mark than what would normally be implied from such a statement, or at least would between two people perfectly human.

He sits, quietly, arousal still buzzing heavily in his system as he thumbs the back of Makoto's neck, still shares in his heated breath as his body thrums in their shared heat.

Just as before, his voice is still quiet and rough, and there's an almost pleading, sighing way he explains.]

Bite you. It doesn't matter where, [Though his throat and neck are the most tempting spots, and he licks his teeth for it.] Then... Stop you from healing. Just long enough to scar. [Something permanent, something tangible and real, but Kazuya also inhales sharply, seemingly coming out of his haze, his trace, at least momentarily.] It doesn't have to be forever permanent. I can heal it for real after, if you don't want to keep it for long.

[Even just knowing it'd be on him a few hours would be enough to satisfy him, even if neither of them ended up leaving this room and just lounged around basking in the afterglow of whatever the hell this was. Is.]