( the reason that makoto asks has more to do with the strangeness that this new body of his can behave than anything. yes, he’s hesitant in agreeing to someone rather grievously wounding him as anyone else might be, but considering the number he’s already done to kazuya and how much he wants to see the shadow of darkness in his eyes and in the corners of his expression grow, he finds himself willing to agree. but there are peculiarities with how his body works that are strange even among the demons he consorted with back in hell. if kazuya had certain expectations, makoto would want to make sure they aren’t ruined just because of that. especially when it comes to something like marking, like scarring, because he’s fairly certain he won’t scar any more than kazuya will, regardless of how badly he’s hurt. none of the clients he’d entertained at datenshou’s had gotten so cavalier about violence, but he had come by the occasional injury from an overeager nip or misplaced claw, and he’d found out that any wound like that would seal up if sewed properly, and once the sutures were removed, the skin would look as though it’d never been split.
of course, he presently doesn’t even know that he would have increased healing ability from having drank kazuya’s blood and eaten his flesh—that would be a totally new thing he’d have to figure out.
the cyclical motion of kazuya’s thumb across the back of his neck tangles a confused feeling into all the rest that are swimming through makoto now, all arousal and excitement and pent up energy with nowhere to go. he listens, and his brow furrows as he does so—perhaps kazuya would interpret it as reluctance, but he’s just trying to figure out how kazuya’s desire would make sense with how he knows his body responds to injury.
he replies slowly but methodically. ) I’ve been bitten and scratched before… Besides the one on my neck, I don’t even think this body does scar. ( he pauses. ) I just don’t want to—disappoint you, if it doesn’t work out the way you want. But, the way I heal is a lot slower than you. …You’d have a lot more time to appreciate it than I do.
( a little bit of jealousy? maybe. kazuya’s probably already healed from the injuries makoto’s given him.
he pauses, then nods, resolved. ) As long as you’re okay with that… Okay. I’ll let you do it. ( his hands tighten on the bedspread below them. )
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of course, he presently doesn’t even know that he would have increased healing ability from having drank kazuya’s blood and eaten his flesh—that would be a totally new thing he’d have to figure out.
the cyclical motion of kazuya’s thumb across the back of his neck tangles a confused feeling into all the rest that are swimming through makoto now, all arousal and excitement and pent up energy with nowhere to go. he listens, and his brow furrows as he does so—perhaps kazuya would interpret it as reluctance, but he’s just trying to figure out how kazuya’s desire would make sense with how he knows his body responds to injury.
he replies slowly but methodically. ) I’ve been bitten and scratched before… Besides the one on my neck, I don’t even think this body does scar. ( he pauses. ) I just don’t want to—disappoint you, if it doesn’t work out the way you want. But, the way I heal is a lot slower than you. …You’d have a lot more time to appreciate it than I do.
( a little bit of jealousy? maybe. kazuya’s probably already healed from the injuries makoto’s given him.
he pauses, then nods, resolved. ) As long as you’re okay with that… Okay. I’ll let you do it. ( his hands tighten on the bedspread below them. )