[The moment Makoto's hand lands on his, Kazuya stops what he's doing. A little awkward, considering everything, considering how slow his brain feels in relation to everything else and how badly he wants Makoto to get off as well.
It takes him a second or two to process the words. He wants to leave a mark. Kazuya nods, slowly, pulling his hand away as his chest heaves with the exertion of everything that's just happened despite the fact he doesn't need to breathe anymore. It's reflex, mostly, and he pulls himself the rest of the way away, moving so that he's laying parallel to the other demon who's desires aren't so different from his own.
Kazuya licks his lips, a slow thrum of apprehension in his gut, though it's mostly outclassed by the intensity of the orgasm just experienced.]
Where did you want...?
[He has to know where it is to focus his magic, because there's no way he'd be able to manage something full body like that right now, and he's not sure he wants to, after the experience of having his throat torn out.
Not that it was entirely terrible. It had been more... enticing than he'd thought it might be.]
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It takes him a second or two to process the words. He wants to leave a mark. Kazuya nods, slowly, pulling his hand away as his chest heaves with the exertion of everything that's just happened despite the fact he doesn't need to breathe anymore. It's reflex, mostly, and he pulls himself the rest of the way away, moving so that he's laying parallel to the other demon who's desires aren't so different from his own.
Kazuya licks his lips, a slow thrum of apprehension in his gut, though it's mostly outclassed by the intensity of the orgasm just experienced.]
Where did you want...?
[He has to know where it is to focus his magic, because there's no way he'd be able to manage something full body like that right now, and he's not sure he wants to, after the experience of having his throat torn out.
Not that it was entirely terrible. It had been more... enticing than he'd thought it might be.]