[The magic is still excruciatingly fresh as he focuses it on the area, and he's barely given a second to keep it steady before Makoto descends on his claim, marking him and tearing out his flesh in a way that's painful. No longer does he have the haze of arousal, though the endorphines running in his system from cumming probably do something to make him more pliant to the experience. Maybe not. It's hard to say.
So yes, Kazuya makes another noise as he's torn into, something that's a half grunt, half whimper as he strokes Makoto while trying to focus his magic and trying to not falter in either because it takes effort on both accounts. To stem the flow of the stasis of his body, to prevent smooth, even healing as it would like, to force a new normal on it.
One he hopes will stay. Maybe like he can make Makoto stay pressed against him, arm and unused hand coming up to grip and pull him against his body. Yes, there's a wound there, mangled and bitten flesh knitted together roughly. One that's still bleeding, even as it's forced to heal slower.]
vore, vore never changes
So yes, Kazuya makes another noise as he's torn into, something that's a half grunt, half whimper as he strokes Makoto while trying to focus his magic and trying to not falter in either because it takes effort on both accounts. To stem the flow of the stasis of his body, to prevent smooth, even healing as it would like, to force a new normal on it.
One he hopes will stay. Maybe like he can make Makoto stay pressed against him, arm and unused hand coming up to grip and pull him against his body. Yes, there's a wound there, mangled and bitten flesh knitted together roughly. One that's still bleeding, even as it's forced to heal slower.]