( it’s perhaps the first time makoto has allowed himself to become more passive for use in the pursuit of another’s pleasure and hasn’t on some level hated it. there’s no manipulation here, no cunning manner of stacking the deck to push him into a situation with someone he otherwise wouldn’t have consorted with—he’s here because he likes kazuya, because they share an inexplicable kinship and bond in who they are and what they are, because in the wide world of all the innumerable universes and the infinite people within them, he had finally found someone that might actually understand. pain raises like goosebumps along the ragged welt that was the edge of the contrived scar as kazuya’s teeth scrape along it, breath blooming hot and humid against his shoulder; makoto actually finds himself grateful for it as it gives him something to hold onto to keep himself from succumbing to his own mounting pleasure as kazuya fucks into his hand just as much as he is able to move it to beat him off.
and then he climaxes in a rush, all at once, cock hot and throbbing as he cums in his hand. makoto can’t manage to fully suppress a small gasp; he bites his lip, concentrating, even though what every fiber of his being screams out for him to do is to take himself in his own hand and finish himself off so they can come together—he’s so close he doesn’t think it would take much at all. not doing so, forcing himself to wait just a little longer… it elicits an ache inside of him that’s painful in an altogether different way.
he starts a little as kazuya, slumped against him, realizes this inequity as well. he squirms, stammering, ) W - Wai—aaaahh,( the protest tearing away into an almost anguished moan as kazuya’s fingers wrap around his cock—he has to quickly reach down to grab the other demon’s wrist, hand shaking, arm shaking, every muscle in his body feeling like it’s strung taut in this precipitous moment. he looks up to kazuya through long eyelashes made heavy with dewy moisture, and his voice squeaks in a way he finds horribly embarrassing before he finally manages to explain, ) I - I want to, too—leave a mark. Can you make it so that I can? I, ( he breathes a ragged breath; somewhere deep inside of him there’s a part of him that’s desperate enough to beg, to say please, but his ironclad pride throttles it, smothering it in its crib, ) I don’t want to come until then…
( because, yes, before he had torn into kazuya’s flesh with nothing but teeth and desire and hunger, but whatever injury he might have left there was already gone—and the scar he had torn anew had been left by someone else. he wants one that he knows is his, and he wants it so badly that his cock throbs in kazuya’s hand at the mention of it, at the thought of it; his grip on kazuya’s wrist tightening, he has to once again bite his lip, this time hard enough to draw blood, to keep himself focused on that, because he knows he will come all that much harder if he’s scarred him in a way that’s all his own. )
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and then he climaxes in a rush, all at once, cock hot and throbbing as he cums in his hand. makoto can’t manage to fully suppress a small gasp; he bites his lip, concentrating, even though what every fiber of his being screams out for him to do is to take himself in his own hand and finish himself off so they can come together—he’s so close he doesn’t think it would take much at all. not doing so, forcing himself to wait just a little longer… it elicits an ache inside of him that’s painful in an altogether different way.
he starts a little as kazuya, slumped against him, realizes this inequity as well. he squirms, stammering, ) W - Wai—aaaahh, ( the protest tearing away into an almost anguished moan as kazuya’s fingers wrap around his cock—he has to quickly reach down to grab the other demon’s wrist, hand shaking, arm shaking, every muscle in his body feeling like it’s strung taut in this precipitous moment. he looks up to kazuya through long eyelashes made heavy with dewy moisture, and his voice squeaks in a way he finds horribly embarrassing before he finally manages to explain, ) I - I want to, too—leave a mark. Can you make it so that I can? I, ( he breathes a ragged breath; somewhere deep inside of him there’s a part of him that’s desperate enough to beg, to say please, but his ironclad pride throttles it, smothering it in its crib, ) I don’t want to come until then…
( because, yes, before he had torn into kazuya’s flesh with nothing but teeth and desire and hunger, but whatever injury he might have left there was already gone—and the scar he had torn anew had been left by someone else. he wants one that he knows is his, and he wants it so badly that his cock throbs in kazuya’s hand at the mention of it, at the thought of it; his grip on kazuya’s wrist tightening, he has to once again bite his lip, this time hard enough to draw blood, to keep himself focused on that, because he knows he will come all that much harder if he’s scarred him in a way that’s all his own. )