[Makoto moving, pulling him against him in a reversal of their positions makes him groan softly, teeth pressed firmly against his neck as he still decides, still hesitates on where he wants to bite because the other demon has to go and be distracting about it. A hand comes to Makoto's hip, thumb hooking into his pants as Kazuya rocks himself against him in turn, something slow but strong enough to ease the ache in his cock by grinding it against Makoto's still fully clothed one. Soon. Maybe? That is the inevitable end they're supposed to be working towards, but everything else here between them is just as desired.
The touching, the skin against skin against teeth, ripping and tearing and swallowing. It's intimate in a way that he's never really thought about, never experienced before now, and he's not sure how all the pieces of it fit together yet. He likes it, the closeness it brings, the way Makoto enjoys sinking his teeth into his skin, even if the pain is something he's not quite on board with. Though it's not as bad as it was when they started, when Makoto had torn the throat he'd bared to him out, and maybe the key to it is just a little distraction, something to ease the sharp sting of teeth.
The hand on his cock had been a fairly good start for him, Makoto rocking against him in turn had been good in general, so maybe he can offer that same beat, that pain intermingled with pleasure as he bites down finally, finally on the crux of his neck and shoulder, sinking sharp teeth into him deep as he rolls his hips against him hard and firm. This is where he's decided to leave this mark of his, and as Makoto's blood wells up in his mouth and sets alight other pleasant receptors in his brain, he forces a bead of magic into the wound as he cants his head, tears at him with that same fervour that Makoto had previously. It feels... Right. To consume him in turn, the same way the younger demon had torn chunks from his own body to whet his appetite.]
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The touching, the skin against skin against teeth, ripping and tearing and swallowing. It's intimate in a way that he's never really thought about, never experienced before now, and he's not sure how all the pieces of it fit together yet. He likes it, the closeness it brings, the way Makoto enjoys sinking his teeth into his skin, even if the pain is something he's not quite on board with. Though it's not as bad as it was when they started, when Makoto had torn the throat he'd bared to him out, and maybe the key to it is just a little distraction, something to ease the sharp sting of teeth.
The hand on his cock had been a fairly good start for him, Makoto rocking against him in turn had been good in general, so maybe he can offer that same beat, that pain intermingled with pleasure as he bites down finally, finally on the crux of his neck and shoulder, sinking sharp teeth into him deep as he rolls his hips against him hard and firm. This is where he's decided to leave this mark of his, and as Makoto's blood wells up in his mouth and sets alight other pleasant receptors in his brain, he forces a bead of magic into the wound as he cants his head, tears at him with that same fervour that Makoto had previously. It feels... Right. To consume him in turn, the same way the younger demon had torn chunks from his own body to whet his appetite.]