( that methodical sort of sensuality isn’t something makoto is particularly used to—demons tend to be more brazen with their lusts and affections, firm under the best of circumstances and forceful under some of the worst. there is a shadow of violence often cast over sex and intimacy; it’s not something everyone enjoys or even wants to engage in, but it’s still there, just as pain and pleasure, love and hate, can often be far more inextricably linked than one would assume due to their diametrically opposing natures. as J had told him when he was still human: humans are the only creatures who struggle with contradiction. demons and the rest of the world is not quite so persnickety, free to pursue their natures and desires, no matter how conflicting they might be. as it is, he isn’t sure how he feels about it. does he like it? does he prefer this to being handled more roughly? he would suppose so, but there’s something that just makes him feel impatient and restless beneath such slow and considerate gentleness. it suddenly makes him understand kazuya’s previous impatience, his sudden demand to forgo with the foreplay and just tear into him already.
he opens himself up to it nonetheless, lifting his head so he could bare the long stretch of his throat, marred as it is already with the sewn scar spanning its circumference. something squirms in the pit of his stomach as kazuya mentions letting him leave a mark on him in return. could he do that? he hadn’t gotten the sense that anything he’d do to him would last, given how long he’d been healing, but… just thinking about being able to see a scar on his body that he’d left there… he again throbs with want.
it’s something that only heightens and intensifies as kazuya’s attentions drift steadily lower, kissing and nipping and sucking until he leaves a bruise in the soft, vulnerable delta of skin just beneath the delineation of his jaw. his breathing gets quicker and heavier, and he reaches out to grab at where kazuya’s shirt is rucked up just under his arms, pulling him not only closer but forward, encouraging a reversal in positions so that now makoto is lying back on the bed with kazuya over him. no, it’s not necessarily his preference, but he figures if kazuya wants to bite him bad enough to potentially scar him, it’s best if he’s lying down for it—that, and he can better grind up against him from this vantage, and that’s something that he absolutely does when the other demon mouths slightly lower to begin to tug at the stitches across his throat with his teeth. something tight in makoto grows taut enough to threaten to snap—warm breath leaves him in what is far closer to a wanting gasp than he would like to admit, and he moves one hand behind kazuya’s head and into his hair to encourage him in what he is doing, the other moving in the opposite direction to grab roughly at his ass and pull him into himself in the same moment that he lifts his hips, desperate for whatever friction he can manage for his straining cock.
honestly, kazuya doesn’t even need to bite him here ultimately—it’s kind of already firmly marked with a scar as-is—but it’s just not something he can force himself to ignore, not when the pleasure-pain that always needles him whenever anyone gives undue attention to the wound at his throat is as strong and enticing as it is. )
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he opens himself up to it nonetheless, lifting his head so he could bare the long stretch of his throat, marred as it is already with the sewn scar spanning its circumference. something squirms in the pit of his stomach as kazuya mentions letting him leave a mark on him in return. could he do that? he hadn’t gotten the sense that anything he’d do to him would last, given how long he’d been healing, but… just thinking about being able to see a scar on his body that he’d left there… he again throbs with want.
it’s something that only heightens and intensifies as kazuya’s attentions drift steadily lower, kissing and nipping and sucking until he leaves a bruise in the soft, vulnerable delta of skin just beneath the delineation of his jaw. his breathing gets quicker and heavier, and he reaches out to grab at where kazuya’s shirt is rucked up just under his arms, pulling him not only closer but forward, encouraging a reversal in positions so that now makoto is lying back on the bed with kazuya over him. no, it’s not necessarily his preference, but he figures if kazuya wants to bite him bad enough to potentially scar him, it’s best if he’s lying down for it—that, and he can better grind up against him from this vantage, and that’s something that he absolutely does when the other demon mouths slightly lower to begin to tug at the stitches across his throat with his teeth. something tight in makoto grows taut enough to threaten to snap—warm breath leaves him in what is far closer to a wanting gasp than he would like to admit, and he moves one hand behind kazuya’s head and into his hair to encourage him in what he is doing, the other moving in the opposite direction to grab roughly at his ass and pull him into himself in the same moment that he lifts his hips, desperate for whatever friction he can manage for his straining cock.
honestly, kazuya doesn’t even need to bite him here ultimately—it’s kind of already firmly marked with a scar as-is—but it’s just not something he can force himself to ignore, not when the pleasure-pain that always needles him whenever anyone gives undue attention to the wound at his throat is as strong and enticing as it is. )